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There they stood now facing one another. What had she just asked him? What did she mean by, "Is there more?"
"More what?" Trunks exclaimed. Confused by her words, did she mean more secrets, more to his motives, more to his lust?
"Well…more everything." Miki turned her head, "That wasn't good wording was it?" she thought to herself. "What I want to know Trunks is...well everything." She looked up at his sapphire eyes now burning with the need to know. "As I'm sure you've guessed, your mother really didn't tell me all that much. Well at least she apparently left out the important things."
Trunks shrugged as he flopped down on to one of the patio chairs out on the balcony. What had he gotten himself into? "Well, ask." He demanded. His legs were apart as he rested his elbows on his knees.
"Ok. First off, what was that in there? I mean I don't mind, but I never took you for that type of guy." She glared at him.
"I…I told you I don't know. I just couldn't help it." He turned his face from her, still ashamed of himself.
"OH! So, I see." She laughed trying to lighten the mood; he just glared at her wondering how she could be laughing.
"Look Trunks, I…I don't mind what happened or what could have happened, I just need to know where we stand. I also want to know what your 'past' is like." Miki stated as she sat down on the floor. Her arms wrapped around herself. A cool breeze blew.
"My past? You already know. I've spent my life running, hiding, and fighting those stupid androids." He scoffed, he was irritated.
"No, not that. I know that. I mean your past with girls. How many girls have you dated, slept with, heck did anything with? How experienced are you?" Miki asked with interest.
Trunks was shocked, no one had ever asked him about that before, not even his mother. He blushed. "Well, um…I don't have one." He turned his eyes to the ground before him.
Miki was surprised, how had this attractive, strong, nice, rich guy gone his whole life without a girl?
"Look, I know that's odd, but given the world we lived in, can you blame me? I was more concerned with living then fornicating." He yelled embarrassedly. "Plus…you saw what happens. My father's blood does that to me. We don't crave it, but when we get it, there is no stopping." He looked at Miki expecting to see her with any other expression that the one she had.
Miki was just smiling, a happy little smile. "So, it's true huh? What can't you stop?" The urge, the need, or the passion, Miki wondered?
Trunks looked at her with a blank stare. He had no idea how to respond.
"Oh well, next question then. What do you feel for me?" She asked with a little happy tone.
"Uhhhh…I." He stopped for a moment, trying to get his words right. "I've never felt like this before. I like you. I really do, and tonight was fun, but…" he trailed off.
"But you don't love me yet. Well duh, I didn't think you would." She smirked. "But you will." She thought to herself.
That wasn't quite what he was going to say, but it fit. It was true he didn't love her just yet.
They talked for over an hour, he told her everything about his time travel, his father, and his Saiyan blood. Everything. All the while she just looked at him with a smile on her face. Nothing seemed to shock her, or surprise her. Why?
She told him about her past, she had only had one lover before, a young man from her home town. She wanted more out of life and he didn't. So, one day she just up and left for the city.
By now it was nearly 2:30 am, they both had gotten tired and were yawning in-between words, yet Trunks was still left with the evidence, the large powerful evidence, of their 30 second make out on the sofa.
"Well then Trunks, I think we know it all now huh?" Miki laughed sleepily. By now they had made it back into the living room, so Miki wouldn't catch cold. Trunks sat on the sofa, Miki on the coffee table.
"Yeah, I guess so. I guess I should head home though." He spoke softly, as he glanced down; he didn't need to look, he already knew, but why was it still there. He'd tried hard to hide the evidence; he'd figured it had worked.
"Well Trunks you know you can stay here until morning. It's cold and you have no jacket. So there it is settled you will not leave, you cannot." Miki said jokingly, however meaning every word. She smiled a little wicked smile.
"Uh, I guess I could. I'll just stay here on the sofa I guess." Trunks wasn't sure what to say really, he'd never been in a situation like that before. "I guess I'll say goodnight to you then?"
Miki stood up, walked to her bedroom door, having not said a single word to Trunks. She stood in the door way as she spoke softly. "Trunks…Why don't you come in here?' She smiled a soft sweet smile as Trunks stood up and briskly walked to her door. His head wasn't thinking, not really.
As he took his first steps into the room shutting the door behind him, it was dark Miki hadn't turned on the lights yet, he felt something, a hand on his shoulder, another on his chest. What was this? He could see the faint shape of Miki in the dark.
Trunks took a few steps back only finding himself up against the door. He hadn't tried to retreat, just was merely taken back by the actions. Yet Miki's hands unfaltering stayed on him. Her right hand that rested gently on his shoulder quickly found its way to his neck and into the bottom of his hair. Her left slowly found its way up his shoulder and wrapped ever so softly around his neck. He could feel her getting closer, her body warmth begging to get stronger. His hands shaking at first slowly found their way to her lower back and her butt. Once again he was giving into his animal self, yet he fought every moment of it.
Her lips brushed his own ever so gently, as if to test them for readiness. She kissed the right side of his mouth and down his jaw line on to his neck. Trunks felt shivers down his spine, as his eyes closed and his head leaned back on to the door, giving Miki ample amount of skin to relish. Slowly, she traced the outline of his neck muscle with her tongue; if anything this would resurrect him to a full stance ready for its battle of résistance.
Trunks kept his hands where they did, not want to interfere with Miki's actions. Slowly she moved back up to his lips, they were soft and moist. Lips you would never expect a fighter to have. She gently bit his bottom lip, pulling on it as if it would give her some kind of reward. Now, both of her hands were intermingled into his hair, as she gripped as if to pull her closer to him, though the only way to be closer was to be inside her. Her tongue started to find its way into his mouth, playing joyfully inside. This kept on for what seemed like just mere moments, but the clock showed otherwise. Miki pulled away from him ever so slightly.
As she begun whispering in his ear. "Do you want more?" Asking as if she didn't already know the answer, tugging lightly on his ear lobe. She pulled away again this time, now they no longer touched. He could see Miki slowly walking backwards to her bed, while her hands managed to pull her own dress off, she flopped down on the mattress, her entire body laying flat on the bed, except her legs which still hung off the very end. Trunks gave no thought, just reacted. He found himself on top of her, pinning her like he had done on the sofa. He forced his lips upon hers. He took her hands in his as he pulled them above her head, this left her body exposed. His lips trailed down from her lips to her neck as he repeated the torture she had inflicted on him. Miki moaned softly. Trunks began ravishing her body with his lips. Her only protection was her bra and matching panties. His lips playing down her chest on to her right breast, the bra was still there but that just made it more interesting.
"Let me take that off for you." Miki whispered while smiling, Trunks just nodded freeing her hands. He was still above her only leaning back just a bit more to give her room. Miki sat up slowly, finding and locking lips with Trunks. She pushed his body back causing him to sit up, no longer resting on his hands, as she fumbled with her bra. Finally she was free, as the bra hit the ground his hands instinctively went to her bare breast. Miki smirked.
Miki's hands found their way to the bottom of his shirt. She began pulling upward in an effort to remove him of his top as well. Yet she was having no luck. She had never imagined how difficult it was to remove a shirt from pure muscle. Reluctantly Trunks freed one of his hands from her chest and in one swoop had his shirt off, baring his strong scarred chest.
Trunks forced Miki back down on the bed. His hands now rested in her hair on the side of her head, as his elbows touched her shoulders. Their lips once again trapped in a battle of kisses. Every breath brought their bodies a little bit closer. Her nipples now hard rubbed on his chest, as if to leave little marks of passion. Trunks slowly moved down her body, his lips tickling her neck biting ever so softly only leaving a hit of a bruise. Until he found his mouth on her breast, he kissed every inch of them. His right hand played with her left nipple, tweaking it and tugging causing her body to wraith in anticipation. Her right breast was slowly being devoured by his tongue, as he found his way to her nipple. He began sucking, with force, as if demanding her body to cum right then. Miki's hands play in his hair as she wrapped her legs around his strong waist.
Trunks began to trust his hips, imitating an action that both their bodies desperately wanted. She could feel him; she could feel his size and his strength with every movement. She moaned once more. "Please!" she begged. There were no other words needed he knew what she wanted. His head slowly moved south. Keeping his hands on her breast, Miki gripped the blankets beside her.
Trunks had no need for hands when his mouth could do the job just as well. He lightly gripped the hem of her panties as he tugged them loose from her, her body shook. (There goes a good pair of panties) Trunks looked up at her, with an evil grin. Knowing all too well what he was about to do, she shifted her body as if to toy with him. His hands now free one again from her breast; his right finds its way down to her small waist holding her in position. His left throwing one leg over his shoulder, as it played within her folds. At this point his pants were about to burst open from his own needing. He lowered himself kissing her other lips while his tongue played hide and seek with his fingers. Miki jerked and moaned uncontrollably. This was pure torture to her.
Miki gasped as if her lungs had been sat on, she found herself stuffed full with two large fingers. Had she not known Trunks was still in pants she would have guess something else. His tongue still tickling her clit making her body shakes. With his fingers still inside her began moving them in and out, back and forth. He found his way back to her mouth, lips combining into one. She moaned more and more. Until in that fateful moment, her back arched her lips parted, yet no sound came, her breathing was heave her eyes glossy, Trunks just smiled a devilish smile, as he removed his fingers from her. Her body still shaking. He kissed her once again as she smiled.
Trunks lay down beside her, resting his head in his hand watching her regain control of her body. She turned to him, body still weak. "Thank you, Trunks." She pulled herself close and nestled her head into his chest.
Her free left hand found its way to his pants, quickly releasing the button. Trunks's eyes grew big; he hadn't expected her to be up for another round. As his button came undone the zipper fell on its own as his man hood was free from its dark hiding spot. Miki lifted her head with a grin. As their bodies intertwined and he found himself on his back, and Miki between his legs her hands unable to grip his whole self. She nodded, as if she needed verification on her upcoming actions. Trunks nodded in reply.
She began moving her hands up and down, one on top of the other. Trunks grunted. Never in his life had someone else touched him. Her sweet sensual touch was enough to get him to blow, yet with his Saiyan strength, determination and will he kept from it.
Miki lowered her head, her tongue slowly making circles on his head. Moving its way up and down his shaft, as though she wanted to lick up any dripping ice cream. His eyes unmoving fixed on the ceiling his hand wrapped tight into the blankets below him. She slowly opened her mouth, lowering it slowly and tightly on to him. She began to suck gently, she could feel him throbbing. His veins protruding from his skin pulsed with every increased heart beat. She moved her right hand to his sack, foundling them with such ease, not wanting to injure anything she might need and want at a later time.
Miki's left hand remained on his member, as her mouth and hand pulled up and pushed down, all the while her tongue playing little games with his tip. Trunks couldn't hold out any longer.
"Miki…." He muttered as she pulled away, only moments before the end. His eyes shot to her. Begging, pleading for a good response. Miki just smiled.
"Not yet my dear." She grew a devilish grin. Her hands and lips began to fight over him. This was torture, everlasting, pure torture. Yet he loved it all.
Miki, did her best to devour him. Taking him in as deep as she could, feeling his tip hitting the soft pallet of her mouth and throat. All the while Trunks grunted, doing his best to withstand this battle. Yet, he was losing and losing fast. Miki could tell he wouldn't be able to withstand another minute of her mouths pleasure. She wrapped him deep within her mouth, her hand at the bottom of his shaft stroking upwards as she sucked gently.
There was a shaking in the room, his energy swelled. He grunted a loud, a forceful demand of release. He exploded inside of her mouth. Miki swallowed hard, yet it kept coming, she pulled off of him her hand still stroking. Her face and breast became covered in his everything. She smiled sitting upward.
Trunks, couldn't move, she had effectively rendered him enable. His body quivering.
"Yummy." Miki said seductively.