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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[specialinquisitor]

She glared at him over her leg, using more or less pride alone to keep upright.

"Yes, I'm certain you're very impressed by my inability to affect you in any way. Well, now that we've driven home how unforgivably weak I've become, I have some knitting to learn, if you don't mind letting that go."

[light_of_willpower]

That hit him, and he made a noise his throat, dropping her boot and dialing back the aura. "No, you're right..and I'm not. I usually know better than to let myself get arrogant." Still transformed, but his guard was actually down. Despite the low-voice, he was genuinely contrite.

[specialinquisitor]

"With power like that, coming entirely from yourself, I can hardly blame you." Her inability to do anything at all galled her something fierce. All her life had been spent training to be the best, after all. In every respect, but most certainly battle above all.

[light_of_willpower]

"It burns through me faster." Trunks offered, reaching up and smacking himself lightly in the forehead. "Usually I'm far more my mother's son, than my father's. I'll try to remember that."

"Or y'know, you could beat it out of me." Despite the confidence, there was an awkward smirk on his face, bringing his blade up in guard.

[specialinquisitor]

"Well. Then shall we begin again?"

That offered a clue, actually. She might be able to exploit his lowered inhibitions somehow -- though how exactly she was supposed to do that escaped her at the moment.

[light_of_willpower]

It had offered her two clues actually. But then, they weren't enemies--and Trunks actually would prefer someone know how to take him out, in case he did become a threat to his friends and their safety. She had a ways to go before that though.

His style and way of fighting was more active than hers, as she'd noticed before. So it shouldn't have been a surprise that he charged forward, both hands on his sword as it came in for a low-strike. Engaging again, and focusing on using his blade against her own. Switching easily between one hand or two hands holding his blade, as well as close-in kicks or strikes. Trying to knock her off her feet or to dodge more than simply by moving to the side or stepping back.

Occasionally his dodging of a strike took him out of the closer range of their blades, where she struck out with the whip-effect instead. This made a combination of his own evasion from quick steps and pivots or more active tumbling and jumping necessary. It also gave him opportunities to strike out with some of his own blasts, power-calculated to sting her if they hit.

Testing her and pushing her as well, before they engaged close-in once more. Keeping each other close once more, with only a pivot or just enough of a roll or flip to avoid a strike. Except now Trunks was, once more, dropping one of his hands and starting to add those stinging-ki-strikes.

As it was she had just caught the edge of one at her stomach, pivoting slightly out of range while he took a half-step forward into her guard. One of her blades locked with his own and held out to the side in a wide-arc with him using greater strength to keep her from pressing it in closer. But Morag was skilled, and a quick twist of her wrist had Trunks moving fast to block the plasma-blade's thrust, energy still glowing as he caught the blade.

Deadlocked for both of them for a few heartbeats.

[specialinquisitor]

The longer the exchange went on, the more fluid her movements, as she set aside her irritation and focused entirely on the spar. As she did, and saw that he was at last working on a level closer to her own at the moment, she slowly began to smile. By the time they dropped into this lock, it was a full-on smirk as her shoulder pressed against his, no muscle in her body able to loosen without surrendering an advantage.

"Well. I see now that if we were on completely equal terms, I'd have to teach you a few things so you could keep up with me."

[light_of_willpower]

He liked her smile, and he liked her smirk too. Enjoying being able to draw those out, challenging her more even if it wasn't a challenge for him in the same way. His hand glowed with ki where he gripped her other plasma blade to keep it away from his hip.

They were close enough to see the hint of perspiration from her plasma-blades, heat between them from the exertion as well as the energy from him and her swords. Like her, he refused to surrender an advantage, body tense and muscles tight. "I thought I was keeping up pretty well." His own smirk, green-eyes bright and all but sparkling. With amusement, with battle. "What else you got?"

[specialinquisitor]

"Yes. Powered up like that, you're keeping up."

She leaned into him, pressing against him with the strength in her legs and back. No, she didn't expect him to tip over or anything like that; what she expected was for him to push back enough to keep his balance. At which point she'd jerk back so that he overbalanced, and make her strike!

[light_of_willpower]

"It's what allows me to not get injured by your plasma-blades. Seems like you're having more fun with it that way too." Oh yes, that sass had come back, with hints of teasing it seemed. "Would you rather I wasn't?" A golden-colored brow arched, chin and nose tilted up slightly in challenge.

She would've had to be a great deal stronger to knock him over or push back as they were. Or to strike at his legs, throw him off balance somehow, gain leverage herself. It was subtle, but he was indeed using just enough strength to keep her from pressing him back--and as she increased in trying to push him, he increased that push back.

[specialinquisitor]

Yes, there it was. As he put more strength into pushing back, she suddenly stopped her own push. In the moment he was still putting effort into moving against a barrier that was no longer there, she twisted, neither breaking his grip nor releasing her advantage -- the better to make him stumble, and go down with her in the superior position atop him.

That wasn't a position she'd normally seek out, but -- being close to him wasn't particularly unpleasant...

[light_of_willpower]

Had Morag actually paid attention to how fast he could move in battle? If he wanted to outclass her again, Trunks would've turned the stumble into a duck-to-a-rolling dodge. Or pivoted around behind her in a blink.

But outclassing her wasn't the challenge--pushing her limits, and letting her practice and train with her weapons was. It was enjoyable too, and probably the easiest way to spend time with her. Which was also enjoyable--spending time with her.

The way they were tangled, unless one of them wanted to drop a weapon, there was no where to go but down. Trunks hitting the ground hard, but not bothered by the impact. Or by Morag looking down at him.

[specialinquisitor]

Of course she had. But speed was no substitute for basic principles of leverage! And she certainly did not want to drop a weapon, nor did she think her weight landing directly on him would cause any trouble whatsoever.

"I think I've claimed the advantage," she said, her face only a couple of inches from his since her arms were tied up elsewhere and couldn't support her at all. Complaints?

[light_of_willpower]

Leverage was a universal force, and it's why her tactic worked whether he try to correct it via speed or not.

"None, but you have 2 seconds" Green-eyes narrowed, bright and focusing on her, mouth twisted in a cross between smirk and scowl. "before I" It was in a hundred little cues, when he realized their position. Just how close their faces were, how she was pinning his hips down for leverage. How she bent against him to issue that challenge, with their arms pinned. "throw..you..." Trailing off, his mind having just realized quite a few things.

Not the least of which that he had a woman he was attracted, pinning him to the ground. That his the adrenaline of battle was still flowing in his veins but changing to a different heat. The transformed state was not helping, considering he was always a little more reckless, more in touch with the hotter emotions like anger...

[specialinquisitor]

"Before you...?" she said, daring him to finish that sentence. Her eyes practically sparkled thanks to the glow from him reflected in them, and her breath was warm against his lips. Go on, Trunks. What, precisely, were you going to do?

[light_of_willpower]

Well, he had been planning to throw her off of him. Then a better idea had occurred to him, and while neither he nor Morag had any real experience with dating... She had to know what she was doing.

So hopefully it wasn't a surprise, as his head tilted slightly to the side as he leaned up and in. Eyes closed, energy thrumming around them and through him, to meet her lips in a kiss. No hesitation or hints of shyness as there had been at other times.

[specialinquisitor]

No. It wasn't exactly a surprise. Strange, perhaps even weird, and she was so completely out of her depth that a small part of her felt nothing but terror... but wasn't the purpose of sparring to improve a skill, to get better, to make the actions more natural and become more confident in them?

She lowered her head to meet him, catching his mouth with hers quite willing to return that kiss with warmth and delight both.

[light_of_willpower]

Granted this usually wasn't what sparring was used for.

Lips to lips, with only the barest of movement in the form of soft tastes and sharing breath. Banked heat and fire from them both, and so at odds with the tension of their bodies, hard muscle still keeping plasma blades at bay.

[specialinquisitor]

Well, it should be.

The feeling of their bodies still locked together, and both of them half-aware that slacking their attention would lead to the other taking advantage on that score, added a particular spark to this. Her kiss started to challenge, as if she was gradually considering this another path towards victory -- or perhaps she simply wasn't as cool and dispassionate as she claimed to be.

[light_of_willpower]

It was a wonder she couldn't feel or hear his heartbeat, as he could hear hers. Elevated, likely from their sparring earlier although part of him hoped it was staying high for other reasons. The feel of her kiss changed, and he met her implied challenge easily. Mouth slanted against and over her own, with a low noise in his throat and echoing through him.

Frustration, or something else?

[specialinquisitor]

Out of instinct, she opened her mouth slightly, parting her lips to deepen the kiss. Somehow, the context of sparring made this -- easier, more comfortable, more so than had their meeting in the closet. Battle was her element, after all. But she'd never been quite so aware of the solid strength of an opponent, especially not beneath her...

[light_of_willpower]

Battle was his element too, in some ways--but his heart had always been more human than saiyan. Right then he wasn't sure what he wanted, other than to keep kissing her. That low sound resolved itself into a faint hum of pleasure. Part of him wanted to yield and wrap an arm around her, pull her lithe curves and lean muscle against him further. The competitive part of him knew that she wouldn't yield though--she'd press her advantage the minute he let go of her blade or relaxed his guard.

[specialinquisitor]

Ironically, here she was thinking the same thing in reverse -- if she showed the weakness and grabbed him more thoroughly, he'd take that opportunity to claim victory. Maybe, just a little, she wanted to stun him breathless with this kiss, to make him just dazed enough that he wouldn't exploit the littlest lapse on her part.

But then again, he was proving quite the challenger in this respect as well.

[light_of_willpower]

They were at a deadlock, ever bit as much as they had been before. Several other times too, although before their wizard-aided encounter, Trunks had always backed off. Shied away and tense, worried his presence was unwanted.

He was quite sure his presence was very wanted right then. Mouth moving with and against her own, chest rising and falling as he breathed against her. Maybe she wasn't making him dazed, but exploiting her guard the way she worried about was far from his thoughts. "Morag..." Lower-voiced with a slight hiss, and a hint of teeth against her bottom lip.

[specialinquisitor]

The scrape of teeth, however gentle, startled a noise out of her that wasn't quite a gasp and wasn't quite a little moan. Her eyes snapped open in surprise, though she certainly gave no indication that the surprise was unwelcome!

"We've already discussed that I have no idea what I'm doing," she said, low and pleasantly rough.