Summary: In a nutshell: morning after
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She stepped out, into the brisk, morning breeze. It was a little before six, yet living on the Pacific it was still dark and nippy. Her eyes searched about the distance, wondering if her mother knew of her fib, if she suspected what her daughter had done that previous night?
She shuddered, not only from the crisp breeze, but also from the thought of her mother knowing what she'd done hours earlier. She sat down slowly on the little porch swing, trying to be silent of the slumbering man upstairs. She was a bit sore, yet it was worth it. Her heart was thudding with love and some emotions she had never experienced, things that scared her to the very core.
She looked over shoulder, the soft fabric of his jacket rubbing her chin. She enhaled his entoxicating scent, remembering the way it drank her in last night. Last night...
She smiled fondly to the actions. There had been tears, but not only from her in pain mixed with an odd pleasure, no...he cried as well. He'd given himself completely, just as she had. He told her he loved her, couldn't live without her, that he'd die for her. Whether they had been promises of passion or truthful confessions, she didn't know. Either way, she was happy he'd said them. It was the most affectionate words he'd spoken out of their two months being together.
She gasped.
Two months...
ONLY two months they'd been together.
'I'm a slut! A dirty, filthy slut! God, think of what he thinks of me, now?! I'm some easy, piece of ass!' she screamed mentally and just as soon as her balloon had blown up it popped, landing flatly on her breaking heart. Tears began to line her cheeks as she kept her whimpers silent.
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He rolled over sleepily, only half awake. Groaning, he realized the bed beside him was vacant. He rose up slowly, rubbing his eyes and tossing back his unruly hair. Glancing out the window, darkness welcomed him. Stretching slowly, he got out of bed and dressed in his clothes he'd worn yesterday.
He crept downstairs, trying to be as quiet as possible. He opened the screen door slowly to find her. Her head was buried in her knees, which she was holding to her chest as her shoulders shook with ever tear.
"Marron?"
Immediately her head jerked up and she met his eyes. 'Does he think it?' she asked herself. "Trunks." He walked to her swing and held her tightly to his chest. "What's wrong?" She looked into his eyes, tears still flowing freely. "I shouldn't have...I shouldn't have done...what I did...last night..."
Mirai Trunks frowned, his young features growing older by her statement. So last night was nothing to her? Hadn't she felt the same chemistry he'd felt? She'd said that she'd loved him and he her and yes, he had meant it.
"Marron? Do you regret last night?" And before she could answer he whispered in her ear, "Because I don't." He kissed her forehead softly. "I don't regret anytime spent with you." Marron felt more tears rush forward, yet in happiness. He'd said the right words.
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A/N: Hmm, aren't they cute? Well, I'm working on the next chapter as you read this (well, probably :P). Anyway, again, sorry that I've really let up on writing this, I feel like a total hypocrit (spell?) because I'm always accusing authors about updating and here I am, turning into them. Thanks for the reviews guys! I know I said that I wanted 5 reviews before the next update, but since ya'll were so nice, I'll give you another...:P
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She stepped out, into the brisk, morning breeze. It was a little before six, yet living on the Pacific it was still dark and nippy. Her eyes searched about the distance, wondering if her mother knew of her fib, if she suspected what her daughter had done that previous night?
She shuddered, not only from the crisp breeze, but also from the thought of her mother knowing what she'd done hours earlier. She sat down slowly on the little porch swing, trying to be silent of the slumbering man upstairs. She was a bit sore, yet it was worth it. Her heart was thudding with love and some emotions she had never experienced, things that scared her to the very core.
She looked over shoulder, the soft fabric of his jacket rubbing her chin. She enhaled his entoxicating scent, remembering the way it drank her in last night. Last night...
She smiled fondly to the actions. There had been tears, but not only from her in pain mixed with an odd pleasure, no...he cried as well. He'd given himself completely, just as she had. He told her he loved her, couldn't live without her, that he'd die for her. Whether they had been promises of passion or truthful confessions, she didn't know. Either way, she was happy he'd said them. It was the most affectionate words he'd spoken out of their two months being together.
She gasped.
Two months...
ONLY two months they'd been together.
'I'm a slut! A dirty, filthy slut! God, think of what he thinks of me, now?! I'm some easy, piece of ass!' she screamed mentally and just as soon as her balloon had blown up it popped, landing flatly on her breaking heart. Tears began to line her cheeks as she kept her whimpers silent.
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He rolled over sleepily, only half awake. Groaning, he realized the bed beside him was vacant. He rose up slowly, rubbing his eyes and tossing back his unruly hair. Glancing out the window, darkness welcomed him. Stretching slowly, he got out of bed and dressed in his clothes he'd worn yesterday.
He crept downstairs, trying to be as quiet as possible. He opened the screen door slowly to find her. Her head was buried in her knees, which she was holding to her chest as her shoulders shook with ever tear.
"Marron?"
Immediately her head jerked up and she met his eyes. 'Does he think it?' she asked herself. "Trunks." He walked to her swing and held her tightly to his chest. "What's wrong?" She looked into his eyes, tears still flowing freely. "I shouldn't have...I shouldn't have done...what I did...last night..."
Mirai Trunks frowned, his young features growing older by her statement. So last night was nothing to her? Hadn't she felt the same chemistry he'd felt? She'd said that she'd loved him and he her and yes, he had meant it.
"Marron? Do you regret last night?" And before she could answer he whispered in her ear, "Because I don't." He kissed her forehead softly. "I don't regret anytime spent with you." Marron felt more tears rush forward, yet in happiness. He'd said the right words.
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A/N: Hmm, aren't they cute? Well, I'm working on the next chapter as you read this (well, probably :P). Anyway, again, sorry that I've really let up on writing this, I feel like a total hypocrit (spell?) because I'm always accusing authors about updating and here I am, turning into them. Thanks for the reviews guys! I know I said that I wanted 5 reviews before the next update, but since ya'll were so nice, I'll give you another...:P