Cherry Contact

Chapter 10: Pillow Talk

AN: Wherein Trunks and Marron don't want to admit things lol. Hope u enjoy luvs 3 I think I'll be updating some more Cherry Contact for a bit while I get over my dryspell with When Spring Came haha

Marron huffed as she stared at the ceiling, her breathing labored. Marron could feel the sweat practically rolling off her skin; she felt pretty filthy if she was sincere. She turned her head to find Trunks beside her, an impish grin on his lips as his calloused fingers traced soft circles on her hipbones.

To Trunks, Marron's body felt like eating ripe fruit, deliciously sweet and not too overpowering. He didn't think she had it in her to call him when needed, but she did, and Trunks never hesitated to supply her demands. But here he was, drinking in her nude physique. He watched as her chest rose and fell with each staggered breath; the smell of their sex practically filled the room.

He brushed blonde strands off Marron's face, capturing her lips once more in a warm embrace. A soft mewl escaped Marron's lips, making Trunks chuckle as he parted and handed her a towel. "I didn't think–" Marron began, as she took the towel from his hand, staring shyly out of the corner of her eye, "I didn't think you'd answer…." Marron mumbled, wiping her stomach and breasts off.

"Why?" Trunks asked, the same smirk still stuck on his lips. "I told you I'd take care of it," Trunks said as his thumb grazed along the blonde's jawline, tipping her chin up to expose her neck. He noticed the rather large hickey along her neckline. Part of him was satisfied with himself; there was a primal urge within Trunks; a desire to show everyone Marron, is his – but he was also very embarrassed that he did such a thing. It shows that a horny and a logical brain are very different things.

"Yeah," Marron huffed as she sat up, throwing her hair in a bun. Trunks watched the curves of her body, watching her in the nude pulling up the thick tresses of hair up…it was an image straight out of a pin-up poster. "I mean, I appreciate it…you definitely…took good care of me."

Trunks wanted to laugh but held it back. Marron was so embarrassed at the idea of a booty call that she wasn't even sure how to phrase anything. "As long as this stands," Trunks began laying back down on the bed, "you can call me as many times as you want."

Right… Marron thought, casting a glance over to Trunks. This is temporary…she needn't delude herself into actually catching feelings for the guy. Never mind that he's actually a sweet guy and ridiculously hot, and he seemed to at least think Marron is pretty. At the end of the day, he was the President of the company she worked for; no matter what, this was doomed from the start.

She isn't a corporate mogul's daughter; she wasn't a rich girl with an advantageous business relationship for Capsule Corp. She was just Marron Chestnut, an efficient employee with ridiculously good luck. It ached her to know he could look at her with those eyes that beckoned her into his arms. It was like a drug.

"You're not falling for me are you?" Marron teased as she pinned up her hair with a clip, as she wrapped herself up in a robe. "That wouldn't be really wise of you," Marron commented as she tied her robe shut.

Trunks clicked his tongue as he flipped himself back onto his back. "Speak for yourself, what makes you say that?" He asked, his eyes feigning innocence as his hands inched closer to hers.

Marron paused to think for a second, he was the one who had some overwhelming need to make her call out his name during sex. In fact, Trunks used very possessive words when it came to her. Not that Marron minded; he wasn't enacting that in their everyday life.

It could be from lower self-esteem with dealing with her break up with Pensil…but being desired, being absolutely and totally pined after…was something new to Marron, and she didn't mind a single bit. She wanted this. Even if it is temporary.

"I don't know, just some of the things you'll say…." Marron continued as she picked up her clothes off the floor. "But, I don't let it get to my head," she sang out as she glanced back to Trunks. It was strange…seeing him lying where Pensil once was surreal. A month ago, she'd never could've imagined her life would have changed this much.

Trunks glanced at Marron, a single brow raised as he tried to read the expression in her eyes. It was almost as if she recalled something that pained her. She shook her head and headed towards the door of her bedroom. "Need anything before you head out?" Marron asked, pausing at the doorway. "Water, tea, a smoke?"

"How about a four course meal?" Trunks asked, his voice teetering as if he wanted to tease her. He watched the color drain from her face at the request. Trunks had forgotten that Marron had seen him devour plates of food, witnessing his Saiyan appetite. "Kidding!" Trunks said as he threw his hands up, "tea is fine…." Trunks said as he leaned over the side of the bed to grab his clothes.

"You got it," Marron hummed as she made her way downstairs, leaving Trunks alone in her room. As he slipped his pants back on he sat on the side of the bed and glanced at the interior of her bedroom.

There were still a few boxes in the corner, packed neatly with a name written on them. It felt like a barren room. The townhouse, albeit small, felt all too big for just one woman. Was this far smaller than what Trunks lived in? Absolutely. But he didn't deny he also felt desolate in that space.

He walked over to the restroom, not really minding wearing his shirt at the moment, as he looked down at his watch looking at the time, it was barely past midnight, and he could hear the shuffling of Marron's feet downstairs and a kettle boiling. Trunks smiled to himself before splashing some water on his face.

As he exited, Trunks could hear the sound of someone downstairs. He peeked his head out the bathroom door and listened closely. He could sense the ki of a man, and he attempted to hone in on his energy.

Marron walked up to the door, and her expression was not pleased. "What are you doing here…" Marron asked, leaning her shoulder against the door. The alcohol permeated out of his pores, and it was nauseating to have even smelled him.

"Hey," the brown-haired man slurred, "where's my welcome home kiss, babe?" Marron dodged his lips and held him at arm's length, and this caused the man to frown. "Don't be like that…don't you miss me babe?"

Classic Pensil; he gets absolutely hammered and tries to come back and sleep with her. It wasn't like it was even close to something she was even thinking about doing…but it's the audacity of this man that got to her. Had she not been with Trunks in this deranged arrangement they've created; Marron may have had a moment of weakness.

"No, not really," Marron sneered.

"Whew, look at you," he said, pushing himself inside, causing Marron to stumble back in her steps. "You're in that sexy robe again, were waitin' for me?" He growled, daring to snag her by the waist.

Marron slipped out of his embrace, and she hoped Trunks didn't come downstairs…she was trying to stay as quiet as possible and get this idiot out of her home. "Marron why are you avoiding me!" He yelled out, making Marron jump out of her own skin.

"Shut up, you're making a ruckus!" Marron hushed as she pressed a finger to her lips.

"Don't be like that kitten, let's go up to the room and–"

"And?" Trunks started from the staircase, his figure still shrouded in the darkness of the house.

Marron panicked. Pensil can't know Trunks is staying over, knowing how petty Pensil was…he may try to spread some rumor and risk both of them. "Y-You don't need to come down here–" Marron stammered as she looked over to the staircase. "I can handle him just fine."

Trunks had been ten steps ahead of her and had thrown on his undershirt. "I'm sure you can Ms. Chestnut," Trunks cleared his throat, casting a glance over to Marron in an attempt to communicate that she could trust him.

Marron released the reigns on the situation, unsure of what was going to unfold, but tucked away from Pensil quickly. "Who the fuck is that?!"

"Trunks Vegeta Briefs, Vice President of Capsule Corporation," Trunks stated, standing between Pensil and Marron. "You are interrupting–"

"You're fucking your boss Marron?" Pensil shouted, "bull-fucking-shit!" There was spit spewing out of his lips It was like he was frothing at the mouth from the anger.

Trunks cleared his throat, "I assure you that is not what's happening, in fact it is best turn around before we call the police for breaking and entering." How could he keep so cool and calm? Marron, albeit able to handle herself, was scared at the prospect of having someone coming in and catching them!

"Tru–I mean– Mr. Briefs, we don't need to go that far," Marron insisted as she glanced over to her ex-boyfriend. This was… definitely a strange turn of events. He was protecting her?

"Oh, but we do. Pensil Sharp, twenty-eight, Manager of Consumer Marketing for Dyno-Cap just interrupted a sensitive meeting for Capsule Corporation…if anything, I will do anything to remove this man from the premises so that we can…continue…our discussions." Trunks winked at her.

Marron blushed, nodding at his words. He was good at slipping away from things…she shouldn't be surprised. But Trunks has rendered her speechless. "Mr. Sharp, I suggest you leave immediately."

Pensil was thoroughly confused as Trunks' corporate persona took hold; his commanding presence essentially re-routed the drunk man's brain to essentially turn around and walk out the door, muttering the words bitch and asshole on his way out. Trunks slammed the door shut and looked over to Marron.

He didn't look thrilled.

"Don't answer the door to people at weird hours," Trunks emphasized as he folded his arms over his chest. Marron paused to stare at him. Kami…he was practically bulging out of that shirt, but she shook her head and regained her sanity.

"I'm not helpless, you know; I am a martial artist—" Marron began as she huffed and walked back over to the kitchen. Trunks followed her as he leaned on the counter. "In fact, I would have one-two'd his ass if you didn't step in."

Trunks approached Marron as he tucked a loose strand of her hair back behind her ear, causing her to nearly drop the glass of boiling liquid in her hand. "Yeah…but your boob was popping out," Trunks said as he readjusted the robe on her, causing Marron's face to turn bright red…she was absolutely mortified.

It wasn't like either man hadn't seen her naked, but she's given so much of herself to Trunks... it felt disrespectful to him…wait; why did she care? Trunks and her aren't even dating, let alone in any serious relationship. She should be thinking about this the other way around.

"Also…kitten?" Trunks snickered, "Gross…."

"Like you're one to talk bunny-boy," Marron turned her nose at him, a smirk on her lips whilst doing so.

"Uncalled for," Trunks responded, watching as she poured the hot liquid into two cups. "You know you can't just go around telling people that, right?" He asked, tilting his head slightly as Marron added the tea bag to each mug.

"Yeah, I know," Marron sighed as she turned to grab some sugar, "that's why I'm telling you, captain obvious." Trunks feigned offense as he watched as Marron busied herself steeping the bags into the boiling water. "You know, I am more concerned about all the research you had done on him…."

Trunks nearly jumped; he did basically drop all of that man's information. "I-It wasn't on purpose," Trunks attempted to smooth things over but continued to stumble over his words. "He just works for a competitor…I was a little curious."

"Invasive," Marron responded, handing him his mug. "Call it what it is."

"You're right…I apologize," He responded, taking a sip of his tea.

Marron sighed as she pulled a stool and sat down. "I actually don't have any issue with you knowing this information, but you honestly could have asked me." She should be furious with him, but she thinks calling him out is sufficient enough for the transgression. "In fact, if you want to know anything about me, you can just ask…we are working together for this new project anyway…we'll be seeing eachother on a more regular basis."

"Okay," his face had a small pout as he leaned his cheek on his hand, his eyes connecting with hers. "So you worked at Capsule Corp…knowing that your ex worked for Dyno-Cap?" Trunks asked as he took another sip of his drink.

"Yeah," Marron responded, "I mean…there is nothing in our policy about dating people outside of work," she snickered. "I don't think the Briefs are that tyrannical."

Trunks' eyes shifted. If only you knew, Trunks thought. His father was a disgraced prince with a penchant for control and power, and his mother…well, she was a benevolent dictator in the workplace. Hell, even his twin sister Bulla was authoritarian in her approach. Trunks felt like the most normal and balanced out of all of them…and even he still could see those tendencies within himself. "Yeah…we aren't…like that…."

Marron's face fell flat; looking at the hesitation in Trunks' face, she could read him quite easily. "You don't look too convinced," Marron chuckled as she finished her tea.

"He's out of your league, by the way," Trunks commented as he continued to sip.

This caused the blonde to pause and look up at him; her cheeks grew warm as she touched her face gently. "Oh?" Her breath nearly knocked out of her at his words. "I–"

"You should find someone who cares about you," Trunks cut in as he put the mug down. The ire was bubbling back up. But he too, knew that he couldn't have Marron not without risking her position or his. Somehow, he felt like if he managed to get Coconu and Marron together, then maybe he would be able to get out of this trance he was under.

Unbeknownst to her, Trunks was — by his own admission — wrapped around Marron's finger. He wasn't sure if he was simply addicted to her scent, her body, and everything in between, but any time he was around her, it was simply irresistible. Even in simple passing — it was hard for him to contain his excitement. It was a problem he was keen on fixing.

He needed to nip this in the bud before it became a problem; it was such a sensitive time in his career when he could truly excel. Having such an enticing distraction was bound to cause issues. But Trunks simply could not let it go. "Not that I don't care or anything—" Trunks began before the blonde interrupted.

"No, I get it," Marron responded with a gentle smile. "This is a temporary fix for both of us…so let's just…enjoy that." Marron couldn't exactly detect the expression on his face, but Marron was positive he was conflicted. It was cute; she could admit that much. It felt as though Trunks was thinking really hard on such a minor thing…or at least it was minor to her.

She did have to find an alternative; it was a dangerous game they both were playing. The last thing she wanted was for Trunks to lose his position because of their affair. Even if he suggested it and she obliged…she could lose her job if it got out. Marron breathed as she picked up both mugs. "You know, Trunks," Marron began as she walked over to the sink, "you're free to look as well."

The words stung. He already tried doing that, and all he could do was think of her. This woman didn't understand how intoxicatingly infuriating she was. Hell, he tried to sleep with at least five other women, and nothing was satisfying the itch. "I know…" Trunks swallowed hard as he stood back up, walking up behind her. "It's a bit hard to focus on relationships when I have so much to prepare." That is a sufficient enough lie.

Marron whipped her head around her face like a porcelain doll, and her baby blue eyes were practically glistening. Her lips were plump and rouged from the kissing they had done earlier..he wanted to take her there and then, but he held himself back again. Kami, she was gorgeous.

"I'm sure, for someone like you it's hard," Marron responded.

"All I can do is go on these dumb blind dates my mother's been insisitng on," Trunks sighed as he pushed his hair back. "And, I can, I won't complain…but I'm not all too interested in such a thing."

"It seems a bit…forced, hm?" Marron asked, looking up at him. She had to hold back the urge to throw herself on him. His flushed face, his muscular body…she was growing hot again at the proximity. "You could always try and see, Trunks."

His name on her lips was so delicate, and he much preferred to hear that than hearing "Mr. Briefs" or sir. He glanced down at her, his brows furrowed as he exhaled. "You're right, I should…maybe it will win me favor with my mother."

Marron chucked, casting a forlorn glance to the side. "Hey, could I ask you something?" Marron looked up at him once more. From a distance, it looked like they were about to make out. His hands were pressed up against the counter behind her, leaving just the small space between Trunks and Marron. "If you end up falling in love and we end this whole thing…could we still be friends?"

Something in her didn't want to let go either. It was tugging at her heart to attempt to let this go. Marron's words pierced through Trunks' heart, and a dull pain radiated off his chest.

"Of course," Trunks smiled, planting a kiss on her forehead. Marron's face grew hotter as she placed her hands on his chest to separate him from her, but her hands betrayed her as she pulled him back into a kiss. A softness radiated off of him as he wrapped his arms around her, deepening the gentle kiss and devolving into more passion by the passing minute.

That addicting substance, the intoxicating feeling, had totally rewired their brains. As Trunks scooped her back into her arms and made their way to a second round.

AN: Omg! Don't know who I'd rather be here LOL. Anyway, this is a bit shorter than I've usually been writing but I wanted to really emphasize this convo because I do feel like the next chapter will definitely be longer :o ;) I think we are treading into angsty territory. Let me know your thoughts!