It Takes Two
Chapter 4: Bulma
AN: R&R!
~Last Time~
Trunks' lips were on hers. His tongue reached into her mouth quickly, caressing every inch of her mouth. His left hand was lost in her beautiful hair and his other hand was holding her up to him. Willow's left hand was in his hair, too, but her left was wrapped around his neck. As the passion in the kiss deepened, Trunks removed his supportive hand from her back and slowly moved up her shirt…
~Now~
Willow wanted to cry out in pleasure, but she held it in as long as she could. Trunks' hand was now reaching for the clasp of her bra. Suddenly Willow jumped and Trunks pulled away.
"Sorry," was all he said before he stood up and sat on the couch. He flipped on the TV. After a moment of silence, he added, "well, now I know I'll never do that again." Willow stared at him.
"What do you mean by that? Was it disgusting?" she asked, emphasizing the word disgusting.
"I didn't say that." Trunks said without moving his eyes from the TV.
"Then what are you saying?"
"I wasn't saying anything."
"Then why'd you say it!?"
"I SAID I wasn't doing that again."
"I know what you said! Did you at least feel anything?" Willow asked, sitting beside Trunks.
"What?"
"When you kiss, you're supposed to feel something. Like a spark lights up in you or something." Trunks raised an eyebrow.
"That's only in the movies."
"No it's not! It does happen if you are really in love."
"Well, I wasn't really paying attention."
"Then kiss me and tell me if you do feel anything." Trunks gave her a 'look' and ignored her.
"C'mon Trunks! It wasn't that bad, was it? If it was, you sure seemed to be pretty lustful." She joked.
"Never mention that ever again in my presence. Anyway, you can't plan a kiss, it has to be on the spur of the moment!"
"Oh yeah?" And with that, Willow pressed her lips against his softly. Trunks was surprised but didn't push her away.
She slowly straddled his hips and laid on top of him. She started kissing his neck and Trunks relaxed his body in pleasure. When Trunks head the sound of a key slide into the slot of the front door, he quickly pushed Willow away.
"What?"
"My mom's at the door!" he turned toward the TV and pulled a strand of hair behind his ear. Willow sat up straight and appeared as fixed on the TV as possible.
Bulma entered the room.
"Hey Trunks! How are you sweety?" Trunks smiled at his mother and turned back to the TV. Bulma put down a bag on the table in the kitchen and came back out in the living room.
"So, what's your name?" she asked.
"Willow."
"Ok then Willow, let me check you out for cuts and bruises. Trunks, go to your room, okay?" Trunks nodded and Bulma checked every inch of Willow.
"Well, you're all set, sweety. You don't have anything wrong." She smiled and yelled towards the stairs. "Trunks, you can come back down!" Trunks bounded down the steps and smiled at his mom.
"I left you some food for the next week in the kitchen, so be sure to put away the eggs and milk now." She walked towards the door and stepped through it. Trunks was about to shut the door when Bulma turned back around.
"See you later, Willow. Oh and Trunks, you really should do something about that hickey on your neck." She smiled strangely and left.
Trunks and Willow's eyes got huge and they looked at each other.
AN: I loved that ending. Course the story isn't over yet, I couldn't leave ya hanging! The next chapter will be out soon! R&R!
Chapter 4: Bulma
AN: R&R!
~Last Time~
Trunks' lips were on hers. His tongue reached into her mouth quickly, caressing every inch of her mouth. His left hand was lost in her beautiful hair and his other hand was holding her up to him. Willow's left hand was in his hair, too, but her left was wrapped around his neck. As the passion in the kiss deepened, Trunks removed his supportive hand from her back and slowly moved up her shirt…
~Now~
Willow wanted to cry out in pleasure, but she held it in as long as she could. Trunks' hand was now reaching for the clasp of her bra. Suddenly Willow jumped and Trunks pulled away.
"Sorry," was all he said before he stood up and sat on the couch. He flipped on the TV. After a moment of silence, he added, "well, now I know I'll never do that again." Willow stared at him.
"What do you mean by that? Was it disgusting?" she asked, emphasizing the word disgusting.
"I didn't say that." Trunks said without moving his eyes from the TV.
"Then what are you saying?"
"I wasn't saying anything."
"Then why'd you say it!?"
"I SAID I wasn't doing that again."
"I know what you said! Did you at least feel anything?" Willow asked, sitting beside Trunks.
"What?"
"When you kiss, you're supposed to feel something. Like a spark lights up in you or something." Trunks raised an eyebrow.
"That's only in the movies."
"No it's not! It does happen if you are really in love."
"Well, I wasn't really paying attention."
"Then kiss me and tell me if you do feel anything." Trunks gave her a 'look' and ignored her.
"C'mon Trunks! It wasn't that bad, was it? If it was, you sure seemed to be pretty lustful." She joked.
"Never mention that ever again in my presence. Anyway, you can't plan a kiss, it has to be on the spur of the moment!"
"Oh yeah?" And with that, Willow pressed her lips against his softly. Trunks was surprised but didn't push her away.
She slowly straddled his hips and laid on top of him. She started kissing his neck and Trunks relaxed his body in pleasure. When Trunks head the sound of a key slide into the slot of the front door, he quickly pushed Willow away.
"What?"
"My mom's at the door!" he turned toward the TV and pulled a strand of hair behind his ear. Willow sat up straight and appeared as fixed on the TV as possible.
Bulma entered the room.
"Hey Trunks! How are you sweety?" Trunks smiled at his mother and turned back to the TV. Bulma put down a bag on the table in the kitchen and came back out in the living room.
"So, what's your name?" she asked.
"Willow."
"Ok then Willow, let me check you out for cuts and bruises. Trunks, go to your room, okay?" Trunks nodded and Bulma checked every inch of Willow.
"Well, you're all set, sweety. You don't have anything wrong." She smiled and yelled towards the stairs. "Trunks, you can come back down!" Trunks bounded down the steps and smiled at his mom.
"I left you some food for the next week in the kitchen, so be sure to put away the eggs and milk now." She walked towards the door and stepped through it. Trunks was about to shut the door when Bulma turned back around.
"See you later, Willow. Oh and Trunks, you really should do something about that hickey on your neck." She smiled strangely and left.
Trunks and Willow's eyes got huge and they looked at each other.
AN: I loved that ending. Course the story isn't over yet, I couldn't leave ya hanging! The next chapter will be out soon! R&R!