Shenanigans with Dragon!

[my_belfry_of_fun]

Some meme'ing, some PSL'ing, all shenanigans. Parental Guidance suggested with language and content warnings.

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[light_of_willpower]

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.

[specialinquisitor]

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?"

[light_of_willpower]

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.

[specialinquisitor]

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

[light_of_willpower]

"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.

[specialinquisitor]

"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.

[light_of_willpower]

"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."

[specialinquisitor]

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

My favorite Blush icon, ngl

[light_of_willpower]

"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.

[specialinquisitor]

"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.

[light_of_willpower]

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?

[specialinquisitor]

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.

[light_of_willpower]

"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..."

[specialinquisitor]

"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.

[light_of_willpower]

"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."

[specialinquisitor]

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

[light_of_willpower]

"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..."

[specialinquisitor]

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

[light_of_willpower]

Head hanging, there was a resigned groan. Of course, it meant his head also was against her shoulder now. Where if he turned his head, he could feel the strands of her hair against his cheek, his nose barely brushing her neck.

"I meant that I did not think any the less of you, for being carried. My exact thoughts were pretty much a moment of satisfaction at breaking that hold, then panic, then relief, then realizing you weren't happy and I wasn't sure why. I figured it was the close-ness as well as being carried."

She could feel him breath, from where her arms were around him too, before Trunks straightened up again. Letting one arm fall from around her shoulder, to join his other around her waist. "I know how much pride you have, in yourself as a soldier and fighter. Whether Driver or not, you still carry yourself like you're in charge." One half of his mouth quirked up.

"So, the awkward was me trying hard to not get close and make you uncomfortable. Because I do enjoy sparring with you, and I would like to keep doing so."

[specialinquisitor]

What an explanation! She leaned back to smile at him, amused. "You're always so sincere. I think that day was the first time I heard you actually having any attitude towards anyone. I must admit I do like that."

One couldn't always be nice and perfectly polite, after all.

[my_belfry_of_fun]

Oh yes-that half of his mouth quirking up was definitely a slight little smirk. "I've been known to throw attitude around. My parents are much, much worse."

[specialinquisitor]

"Hard to imagine, considering your usual behavior. But that isn't a complaint." His professionalism and general decency made him unusually easy and pleasant to work with, after all.

[light_of_willpower]

"I was an only child and kind of isolated while growing up. It takes me a while to get used to people and open up." That slight smirk remained, even if his head ducked a bit shyly. "That was the first system you have been in battle with me, in a way, to actually see me let out attitude."

[specialinquisitor]

"Which is why it was such a surprise. A welcome one, though. I appreciated it." Even if it had been a little at her expense. But she knew she was trying to catch up.

[light_of_willpower]

"As much as I did, kinda, enjoy George's flying broomstick death-trap game" Trunks was amused. "I did enjoy sparring with you. At least until it got awkward." One hand coming up to brush her cheek softly for a moment, shyly. "I don't have a lot of people I can spar against or train with anymore, back home."