Trunks lead her inside. She walked slowly, looking around every room. As they entered his room, she wrapped one arm around herself. He watched her constantly, unable to tear his eyes away from her. She walked over to his bookshelf, running her lithe fingers over the worn leather covers. He watched her eyes, the way her chest rose and fell when she breathed, and the way her hair fell loosely over her shoulders, one strand curved towards the corner of her mouth.

Finally, she turned towards him. He pulled his sword sheath off over his head and sat it against the wall near his bed. When he turned to look at her once more, he saw her shivering.

"Kiku...are you okay?"

She nodded, smiling at him. "yea. This is all just so..."

He grinned, and flopped down on the bed. She seemed to be searching for words. She made her way over to him and sat down gracefully on the bed beside him. His stomach was suddenly in a knot when he looked over at her. She really did look amazing in his jacket.

"Miss Te-I mean, Kiku...i just want you to know that you're safe with me"

She nodded, smiled, and Trunks couldn't help but feel breathless. The way she effected him was surreal. He was slightly surprised when she brought a hand up to her eyes, wiping wetness away from them.

"Whats wrong?"

She shrugged, though her smile changed to a sad frown. "Yea...I just don't know what i would've done if you hadn't been there to help me. You...you saved me"

He looked away, and he couldn't help but smile. Fidgeting with the strap on his boot, he beamed inside. "I had to...i couldn't just leave you there. I know you from the future-i-i-i mean...This time period, and i couldn't just let you get hurt"

Suddenly she seemed interested, and she leaned in towards him."Really?!"

He nodded. "Yea...you're my...uh" He looked away slightly, embarrassed. "My teacher..."

Her eyebrows darted up and she grinned wildly. "Really? That's so cool!"

He looked back at her, more than amused. She seemed so fascinated, and he couldn't help but feel like the king of the world. For once, someone seemed impressed by him, someone seemed to look up to him and be fascinated by what he said. He loved the feeling.

She looked around the room once more, and her eyes lit up when she spotted the bathroom off in a corner of his room.

"Hey, could i use your shower?"

He grinned at her, and couldn't help but celebrate inside his head. He loved seeing her happy."sure!"

The word was barely out of his mouth when she dashed off and locked the door tightly behind her. He smiled to himself and leaned back, laying across his bed and staring up at the ceiling. Like a kid in a candy store, he couldn't stop grinning.

Now that she was safe and he had her here...what now? What was the plan? What did he do now? He couldn't just keep her here in this time period forever. The thought of taking her back and being stuck here alone again pierced his heart like a dagger. He knew his dreams of someone like her possibly replicating his own feelings was asinine, but he couldn't let go of the dream.

She had seemed so shy and genuinely impressed by him...maybe it was a possibility.

He heard the shower curtain being pushed back and the drumbeat of the water beginning to patter against the tile, and his mind began to race.

He turned his head, glancing toward the bathroom door. He could see steam rising hazily from beneath the bathroom door and an imagine flashed across his vision of Kiku wearing his jacket...and nothing else. He bit his lip, his nose wrinkling in a snarl. The thought of her ignited a spark within him that hurled his mind down a dark corridor of lust and sin. He would've died just to feel her skin against his own. His thoughts quickly turned to a heat in his loins, burning and rising up until a white hot wire wrapped itself around his spine. He could still smell her on his clothes, and it drove him crazy.

His crush was beginning to turn into an obsession, and he felt no remorse. There was no denying that he wanted her so badly that she seemed to have completely hijacked his mind. There was no pretending. He craved her. He began to feel embarrassed, even though he was the only one in the room. Thoughts criss crossed inside his head like a tangled spiders web. In every image of her that flashed across his vision, she was wearing less clothing and was in a more provocative position. Chewing on his lower lip, he let his fingers trail down to his belt. Skeletal fingers moved quickly as he undid the buckle and pulled it off.

~ He felt the warm, wetness of her mouth upon his. Smiling playfully, she pressed him back, down onto the bed until he was flat on his back. He gave into her with no complaint, and gladly watched as she peeled her shirt off over her head, revealing the taut, toned skin of her stomach. ~

Trunks felt sweat prickling across his chest and neck as he flipped the button of his jeans open. With a sideways glance at the bathroom door, he couldn't help but notice the steam again. It warmed the room and brought with it a blanket of humidity that served to do nothing but further his lack of control over his thoughts.

~ Trunks flicked an eyebrow as he trailed a finger gingerly down her sternum, dancing across her stomach and finally coming to a rest at her hip bone. He pushed her white cotton panties down and rushed his hand inside, feeling for that one part of her that he yearned to taste. Finally he found it, and she tossed her head back in a shriek, digging her nails into the rocks of muscle on his chest.~

His hand disappeared inside of his pants, pushing into his boxers. His fingers wrapped roughly around his lurching cock and he was barely able to contain a groan. He could feel the cloth of his boxers clinging to his hand, damp from his desire. He clamped his fingers around the base of his dick, staring haltingly at the wisps of steam rising around him. Using his free hand, he pulled his black wife beater up, exposing his chiseled abs in a futile effort to cool himself.

~He moved his fingers across her, his grin widening as her hips moved to keep up with him, bucking and thrashing against him. "oh god, Trunks. I want you inside of me" her voice was rough with her panting. He growled, and in one swift motion, yanked hard and her panties tore away from her. He threw them across the room, and with quivering hands, he pushed her down, pressing his pulsing member into her core~

Gripping himself tightly, he rolled his hips forward, keeping a firm grip on the pulsing organ between his fingers. Slowly, he began to move his hand along the thick shaft, causing a prickling that radiated from his groin and gravitated to every limb. He quickened his pace, his hand gliding across his manhood with a maddening quickness. He let out a small groan under his breath, unable to hold it back any longer.

~ He could feel her insides stretching to accommodate him, could smell the arousal wafting from her in waves. He pushed his hips up to her, and suddenly her sharp nails were bringing blood from his chest. He watched with blurred vision as she rode him faster, crashing down on him harder. Hard enough to rattle his teeth together. Their moans came in bursts~

Trunks used his free hand to push his pants and boxers down, freeing his erection from its cloth prison. It sprung forth greedily, curved and thick, the glistening tip catching the remainder of the failing evening light. Shivering and arching as he felt the orgasm building deep inside of him.

~ He felt her tightening, he felt her start to shake, and he pushed into her, forcing her to take his entire length in one swift movement. She let out an ear piercing scream, and a waterfall of fluid gushed out, covering him. He let out an evil chuckle and pulled out, shooting a fountain spray of cum across her stomach and breasts. Her mouth fell open in surprise, her eyes widening, their innocence borrowing into his brain, causing his cock to jump at the sight.~

He pushed down hard, bending forward and crying out despite his protests as his foreskin retracted and his orgasm slammed into his mind with the blunt force of a lightning bolt. White light spurted across his vision as he pumped thick white ribbons into his hand, coating his palm. He heard the shower curtain slide open and smiled. He tugged his shirt off over his head, wiping his hands across it.

Quickly, he tossed his ruined shirt into the corner and replaced his quickly softening member back in his pants. He buttoned and zipped them, just as the bathroom door creaked open. Her skin glistened from the dimming light coming in through the windows at the far side of the room. She pushed her wet hair out of her eyes.

He laid still on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, his arms crossed behind his head. Though his heart was still thudding hard, he tried his best to seem cool and collected. She flopped down next to him, smiling at him. She had a sly, knowing grin on her lips. She leaned back, crossing her legs.

"Trunks?"

"Yea?"

"Why are you all sweaty?"

He blinked rapidly, feigning innocence."Its just...hot in here"

Kiku yawned, stretching her arms over her head. Trunks got a glimpse of skin beneath her shirt, exposing her tight stomach. Trunks gently pushed her down onto the bed and jumped up.

"Here. Its getting late. I'll be on the couch."

She laid back, her hair fanned out across the pillow in a silky fan. She reached for him when he turned to walk away."Trunks, stay with me."

He smiled, pushing his hair back out of his eyes. He nodded, more than happy that she felt comfortable enough to be asleep in the same room with him. He knelt on the floor beside the bed, and she leaned over the edge, reaching for him.

"No. Come here. I don't wanna be alone"