my_belfry_of_fun | Shenanigans with Dragon!

Good. That had taken just long enough for her to, if not win the war inside her, at least claim temporary victory in a battle, seize a mental and emotional hill, and fortify it against the counterattack. As soon as he had that last rope undone and started to straighten up, she shifted her hand just enough to push him against the back wall and step closer.

Not that she had to push him far to hit the wall. Blue eyes widened though, at the voluntary invasion of his space and he was sure his face would never cool off at this rate. The rope was still a potential hazard at their feet, but at least it was no longer in the way.

She had no idea what she was doing, but that bloody well wasn't going to stop her.

Mòrag leaned in and pressed her lips to his. This was about the only way they'd ever get this resolved and they both knew it, so ONE of them had to make it happen.

He hadn't thought he could blush anymore; eyes widening for a second. It really wasn't hard, as they were the same height and she had him by surprise anyways. One second, two, and then something clicked in his stalled brain.

Tilting his head just a bit, blue eyes closed and Trunks kissed her back. Soft, slightly hesitant, but determined all the same. Clear that he would be equal partner in this, if it was what she wanted.

What was she doing? Was this the right choice? Would she regret this later? Mòrag had no idea whatsoever -- but she wouldn't live her life in fear of the unknown. She never had. Now was no time to start.

Clearly she had no idea how to kiss, but just feeling his lips on hers and his body against hers was nice. Did anything more matter than that?

Presumably she'd figure it out, and instincts would take over. She had no way of knowing, but Trunks only had slightly more knowledge than her. Knowledge, not experience--because his life had held no room or time for romance and dating or anything like it. Which didn't mean he didn't know the concepts, or what was going on, or how hormones worked and stuff.

Just he lacked experience and knowledge learned from that experience.

Right then though, it was enough. Just the gentle press of lips against lips, breathing softly. Then shyly moving to wrap his arms around her, shoulder and waist. Keeping her close against him, warm and soft and lithe.

Despite her calm and professional behavior and her general calm reserve... Mòrag was fiery. Normally that fire was controlled and channeled, like a furnace, but here and now? Heat started to slip out as she gripped him and pressed into him. Yes, this was very nice indeed -- only because Trunks was someone she did, truly, like and appreciate. He was handsome, and quite pleasant to push up against, to be sure, but more than that, he was someone she COULD feel comfortable doing this with.

That latter part would've meant the most, if she'd shared her thoughts--that she COULD be comfortable with him. He already knew that she was fiery--they'd sparred enough by now, even if he hadn't been able to recognize it under her professional persona.

She knew he could be pretty fiery himself; yet he was also...shy. This was new territory, and he was worried about doing something wrong. Mostly something that would upset her, or hurt her. How much was too much? too fast? They hadn't even really talked much but this was nice.

A soldier she might've been, in the strictest sense, but she was lithe and lean muscle over her frame, with slim curves to her hips and bust. He'd noticed before, in that first sparring match, how her Inquisitor uniform hid them. The Explorer's uniform hid them too while not as bulky.

Which meant having her in his arms, bodies close and pressed against each other in the small space was....very nice. The press of lips to lips, an occasional soft sigh of breath and warmth between them.

The uniform didn't hide them quite as well when she was pressed up against him, the rest of her body firm against him. He was remarkably solid -- a fact she'd noted before, but was particularly appreciative of at the moment.

Some time passed before she leaned back, her eyes meeting his as she opened them. "Does that make my position clear?"

Blue eyes were slightly dazed, but with her question they closed as he chuckled. Laughed, deep in his throat and chest. Pulling her just that tiny bit closer in to a hug. "I'm not that dense. Or clueless." But he sounded amused at himself.

Then, a moment later "I still want to punch George in the face though." Perhaps a bit of wickedness in his voice too.

Mòrag smiled more broadly than normal. "Considering I did get this idea from his note, are you entirely certain about that?"

"He didn't tie you up like someone's dinner, blindfold and gag you, and then put a bow on it all." Trunks retorted, with a small smirk. "Not to mention shove you in a dark closet." Even if it had worked out, really.

"True, I grant that. I suppose if you consider this new understanding we've reached to not be worth that inconvenience, revenge would be warranted." Yes, she knew she was being terrible in making that comparison, and her eyes sparkled with the pleasure of such mischief.

"Take away all my fun." Trunks mock-pouted, but didn't seem too upset. "And as nice as this is" Clearly referring to their closeness "we probably should discuss this a bit more. To be sure we're understanding in the same way. But elsewhere."

One eyebrow quirked up. "Where did you have in mind?"

"Somewhere not in a closet." Was the automatic response, as that really had been what he'd meant. Then he blinked, and how it could be taken hit him. Which meant the blush was back. Again.

"NOt...I...that..." Apparently his brain couldn't figure out what words to use first too. Because he hadn't meant anything other than that yes, they should talk--not that he wouldn't like more but he'd never been in a relationship before and she hadn't by her own admission, and they should figure stuff out.

"Not you that?" She found, to her surprise, that she was even more comfortable with this than she expected, simply by virtue of feeling like she had control over this. He was such a gentleman, he was almost too off-guard.

Nope, staying quiet for a moment while he tried to form a sentence. "I do not mean anything other than that we should talk, since neither of us have any experience with this. I do not want to rush, or push too fast, nor do I want to be rushed or pushed too fast."

Complete and coherent sentences! Trunks was kind of proud of that.

"And I would very much like that talk to not be in this closet, if only because I am still annoyed with the damn wizard. Outcome aside." Third time he'd cursed too--what was that about him being a gentleman?

Oh please. A little harsh language did not a gentleman destroy. "I've no intention of rushing or pushing you more than a little. Since I think one of us may have to do a little pushing or else our desires to be respectful and proper will stall us. Again." Or lead to miscommunication, as they had been up to this point.

"I mean, we've seen what happens when you push me before." That hint of smirk was back, teasing. "That wasn't even too much..."

"True, but somehow I don't think it will occur to you to throw me skyward in the course of flirtation." No, no, he was WAY too much a nice guy for that.

"I mean, I've heard about sweeping someone off their feet, but that was a bit much." Oh good, only a hint of blush this time, even if his expression turned serious. "I know when I caught you, you were red, and tense, and couldn't seem to get on the ground fast enough. That's why I figured I'd made you uncomfortable somehow."

"Only because that was a rather unique experience for me. I'm not accustomed to being carried." To put it mildly.

"Still, that's why I've been tense and quieter around you." A hint of bashfulness, head slightly ducked. But not regretful or remorseful. "I certainly didn't think anything other than oh wait, you can't fly and that kind of would've been a long fall..."

Edited 2019-12-05 04:18 (UTC)

"Not a thing? Then why did you start becoming awkward after that, hmm?" She wasn't going to let him get away with that!

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My favorite Blush icon, ngl

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