Chapter 22: What Now?
When we broke apart, I breathed a huge sigh of relief. Not relief that we'd stopped kissing, but relief that we'd started. If she hadn't kissed me again, I'd probably be rambling about something inconsequential right about now, and coming across as less attractive, and more amusing.
But then again, Marron always seems to find me amusing. This is something for which I have no explanation, but then again, I'll never understand girls. All I know about girls is that if you push the right buttons, you get the right response. And that's enough for me. Now, choosing which buttons to push, that's the hard part. Not that I'd mind experimenting with pushing Marron's buttons, so to speak. Speaking of Marron, she was looking at me, her head tilted to one side, a curious look in her eyes.
"What are you thinking about now?"
"Still thinking about sex." I replied.
"And why did I even bother to ask that question?" Marron asked, more to herself than to me.
I shrugged, letting my hands rest on her hips and smiling at the look she gave me.
"You're not wearing any shoes." I said, and Marron looked down at her bare feet.
"And?"
"Just saying."
"Well, don't just say. I'd prefer it if that mouth of yours did something else."
I arched an eyebrow. "Is that so?" I asked, smirking. "And exactly what did you have in mind?"
She swiped at my hair with one hand, trying to look angry. I could tell she wasn't really, though. Her lips do this cute little thing when she's trying not to laugh.
"Just be quiet." she muttered, kissing me softly. "Things'd be a lot easier if you did less perving and just stood there and looked pretty."
"I knew you only wanted me for my body." I said with a sigh.
"Damn right."
She kissed me again, fiercely this time, her arms tight around me, body pressed against mine, and I felt all my insecurities slip away, not to mention my rational thoughts - actually, no, since when did I have any of those anyway? Nothing seemed to matter now, nothing was important. The only thing that mattered was that Marron was with me, and she was kissing me with just as much passion as I was kissing her. And amazingly, I was managing to control myself.
If it had been anyone else, I'd have broken the kiss and whispered a suggestion that we went someplace else. But this wasn't anyone else. This was Marron. And I didn't want first time sex with her to be something that I would only remember snippets of a few weeks later. It sounds stupid and cliche, but I wanted it to be special. I wanted it to be something we'd both remember for the right reasons, not because it happened to be the first time Marron had ever done it outside. And I didn't want it to be now.
Sounds strange, doesn't it? You'd think that, considering Marron was the girl I'd loved for four years, I'd want to screw her as soon as was humanly possible. But I didn't. It kinda confused me, but it also reminded me of a time when I got up one morning to find Goten sitting at the table, staring into space with this weird, creepy smile on his face. The only way I can think of to describe it is that it looked a lot like the the kind I get after a really good blowjob. I'd asked him what was the matter, and he said he'd just got back from Paresu's. I figured they'd had sex - it was about time, they'd been together a good four weeks, but when I told him so, he shook his head.
"No, we didn't have sex." he murmured. "I mean, we did, but it was different. It wasn't sex. It was something else."
I'd raised an eyebrow. "What're you talking about, 'Ten?"
"You wouldn't get it."
I'd just drawn the conclusion that 'Su and Goten had discovered the wonder that was screwing while high, or something like that, but apparently not. I think I'm beginning to understand now, though.
So I stroked Marron's hair behind her ears, smiling. I get it now, Goten.
Marron put her hand on mine, holding it there, against her cheek, and looked straight into my eyes.
"What now?" she asked softly.
"What do you mean?"
She hesitated for a moment, biting her lip in this really cute way.
"What about Aya?"
"Don't worry, Marron," came a soft, icy voice. "I don't think Trunks has ever given me that much thought."
Marron and I both turned to the person who'd spoken, and as I'd known she would be, Aya stood there, her arms folded, eyes narrowed, looking all shades of seriously pissed off. Next to her, which was more of a surprise, stood Uub, who was looking mildly surprised, and mildly annoyed.
"So what about me, Trunks?"
What about you, Aya?
I lowered my eyes guiltily, and came to a realisation that made me feel disgusted with myself. I was ashamed of how I had treated her, yes. But I was also angry at her for interrupting us.
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A/N: A little bit short, I know, but this was all I could do. Bah, where's all my inspiration going? I had to practically force myself to write 800 words. Aaaaanyway, gold stars and Duo plushies go to leelee for guessing what would happen in this chapter. Sorry I didn't reply to your email, dearest. I did get it, but my computer's been poorly and I've had to erase the hard drive and re-install everything, so I didn't get chance to reply. But the email was much appreciated, so big fuzzy hugs! Luv ya! I'm so glad you like this fic. And you must write more comedy fics where Wufei gets his come-uppance. Damn, he's very nearly as annoying as Relena! Lol, anyway, I digress.
Thanks to all you beautiful reviewers for staying with me, hope you like this chapter! I deliberated, then pondered, then contemplated, then speculated, and then decided that this fic shouldn't end at chapter 21. Nah, I think I can milk it for another couple of chapters. *grin* Well, I'll be off. Remember, reviewing is a virtue, even though I don't practise it nearly as much as I should. ^_^;;;
When we broke apart, I breathed a huge sigh of relief. Not relief that we'd stopped kissing, but relief that we'd started. If she hadn't kissed me again, I'd probably be rambling about something inconsequential right about now, and coming across as less attractive, and more amusing.
But then again, Marron always seems to find me amusing. This is something for which I have no explanation, but then again, I'll never understand girls. All I know about girls is that if you push the right buttons, you get the right response. And that's enough for me. Now, choosing which buttons to push, that's the hard part. Not that I'd mind experimenting with pushing Marron's buttons, so to speak. Speaking of Marron, she was looking at me, her head tilted to one side, a curious look in her eyes.
"What are you thinking about now?"
"Still thinking about sex." I replied.
"And why did I even bother to ask that question?" Marron asked, more to herself than to me.
I shrugged, letting my hands rest on her hips and smiling at the look she gave me.
"You're not wearing any shoes." I said, and Marron looked down at her bare feet.
"And?"
"Just saying."
"Well, don't just say. I'd prefer it if that mouth of yours did something else."
I arched an eyebrow. "Is that so?" I asked, smirking. "And exactly what did you have in mind?"
She swiped at my hair with one hand, trying to look angry. I could tell she wasn't really, though. Her lips do this cute little thing when she's trying not to laugh.
"Just be quiet." she muttered, kissing me softly. "Things'd be a lot easier if you did less perving and just stood there and looked pretty."
"I knew you only wanted me for my body." I said with a sigh.
"Damn right."
She kissed me again, fiercely this time, her arms tight around me, body pressed against mine, and I felt all my insecurities slip away, not to mention my rational thoughts - actually, no, since when did I have any of those anyway? Nothing seemed to matter now, nothing was important. The only thing that mattered was that Marron was with me, and she was kissing me with just as much passion as I was kissing her. And amazingly, I was managing to control myself.
If it had been anyone else, I'd have broken the kiss and whispered a suggestion that we went someplace else. But this wasn't anyone else. This was Marron. And I didn't want first time sex with her to be something that I would only remember snippets of a few weeks later. It sounds stupid and cliche, but I wanted it to be special. I wanted it to be something we'd both remember for the right reasons, not because it happened to be the first time Marron had ever done it outside. And I didn't want it to be now.
Sounds strange, doesn't it? You'd think that, considering Marron was the girl I'd loved for four years, I'd want to screw her as soon as was humanly possible. But I didn't. It kinda confused me, but it also reminded me of a time when I got up one morning to find Goten sitting at the table, staring into space with this weird, creepy smile on his face. The only way I can think of to describe it is that it looked a lot like the the kind I get after a really good blowjob. I'd asked him what was the matter, and he said he'd just got back from Paresu's. I figured they'd had sex - it was about time, they'd been together a good four weeks, but when I told him so, he shook his head.
"No, we didn't have sex." he murmured. "I mean, we did, but it was different. It wasn't sex. It was something else."
I'd raised an eyebrow. "What're you talking about, 'Ten?"
"You wouldn't get it."
I'd just drawn the conclusion that 'Su and Goten had discovered the wonder that was screwing while high, or something like that, but apparently not. I think I'm beginning to understand now, though.
So I stroked Marron's hair behind her ears, smiling. I get it now, Goten.
Marron put her hand on mine, holding it there, against her cheek, and looked straight into my eyes.
"What now?" she asked softly.
"What do you mean?"
She hesitated for a moment, biting her lip in this really cute way.
"What about Aya?"
"Don't worry, Marron," came a soft, icy voice. "I don't think Trunks has ever given me that much thought."
Marron and I both turned to the person who'd spoken, and as I'd known she would be, Aya stood there, her arms folded, eyes narrowed, looking all shades of seriously pissed off. Next to her, which was more of a surprise, stood Uub, who was looking mildly surprised, and mildly annoyed.
"So what about me, Trunks?"
What about you, Aya?
I lowered my eyes guiltily, and came to a realisation that made me feel disgusted with myself. I was ashamed of how I had treated her, yes. But I was also angry at her for interrupting us.
A/N: A little bit short, I know, but this was all I could do. Bah, where's all my inspiration going? I had to practically force myself to write 800 words. Aaaaanyway, gold stars and Duo plushies go to leelee for guessing what would happen in this chapter. Sorry I didn't reply to your email, dearest. I did get it, but my computer's been poorly and I've had to erase the hard drive and re-install everything, so I didn't get chance to reply. But the email was much appreciated, so big fuzzy hugs! Luv ya! I'm so glad you like this fic. And you must write more comedy fics where Wufei gets his come-uppance. Damn, he's very nearly as annoying as Relena! Lol, anyway, I digress.
Thanks to all you beautiful reviewers for staying with me, hope you like this chapter! I deliberated, then pondered, then contemplated, then speculated, and then decided that this fic shouldn't end at chapter 21. Nah, I think I can milk it for another couple of chapters. *grin* Well, I'll be off. Remember, reviewing is a virtue, even though I don't practise it nearly as much as I should. ^_^;;;