17 kept me for months before Trunks found me. Months of being his personal servant and the brunt of his jokes. Months of restless nights and nightmares that caused me to shoot up from the beaten mattress that had been tossed on the floor for me, sweat beading at my temples and a scream on my lips. When Trunks burst into the room and snatched me away, not even bothering to look back as he leveled the abode with a single Ki blast, my entire body had ached. The single touch of his skin on mine made my head swim and as he flew as fast as he could, heading far away from the androids hideout, I wrapped my body around his, whimpering. When we got home, Bulma checked me over as quickly as she could. She noted that aside from some malnutrition, sleep deprivation and bumps and bruises, I was unharmed. At this declaration, Trunks seized me and took me to our room, pinning me to the bed and mapping out my body with his hands. We struggled against each other, one wanting full freedom to touch the other, our touches becoming frantic until we both fell into an exhausted sleep.
"It's not the same," I told Trunks.
"How so?" Trunks asked.
"For me it was a month, for you it was a year," I said. "You feel it more than I do." Trunks nodded and moved closer to me, his arms gripping the rim of the tub on either side of me. I looked up at him, surprised to find his eyes dilated as he stared at me.
"I have this urge to..." he stopped
"To what?" I asked. He stared into my eyes and I drew back, overwhelmed by the intense feelings he projected. He wanted to claim me, possess me, mark me as his. He didn't just want to fuck me, he wanted to own me.
"But..." I began. I didn't know what to do. This man who had been everything but my lover suddenly had an intense desire to cross that last boundary. It was more than a desire, it was a need, one that had grown from a flicker to a flame with our time in the desolate chamber.
I felt his mouth move to my neck, his lips teasing the tender skin there before he began to suck on it. His hands moved to my legs, pulling my knee's apart so he could move between them, his hardness pressing against my inner thigh.
"Stop," I panted. He groaned but did, pulling away.
"I'm sorry," he said.
"It's fine," I told him. "I just...I don't know. These feelings are because we've been apart so long. They'll fade. Is it worth changing our whole relationship because of it?" Trunks sighed and nodded, pulling away with a gentle kiss.
"I love you," he said. "More than anything."
"I love you," I replied, cupping his cheek in my hand.