Epilogue
Warning: Lemon
A Chance of a Lifetime
Bulma found her on the roof a couple weeks later, softly closing the door behind her and pausing. Trista sat away from her, staring out at the sky, leaning against the chimney. Bulma felt something tighten in her chest, thinking about the baby her best friend had lost. She folded her arms, slowly walking over and sitting beside her. Neither said anything, just sat there in silence as the sky darkened. She watched Trista raise her head, staring at the stars. Bulma swallowed, glancing at her, knowing she was hurting, thinking of the child that was alive a few weeks ago. She opened her mouth, then closed it. Swallowing again, she took a breath before trying again.
"Trista," Bulma said gently. She watched the woman's eyes close, but didn't say anything. I can't imagine what it must feel like, to lose a child. The pain she must be feeling right now! Bulma closed her eyes, tamping down the tears clogging her throat. Taking a shuddering breath, she tried again.
"Trista, are you okay?"
Her friend lowered her head, staring out in front of her. She saw her swallow before turning her head away. It was silent for several minutes.
"I'm not ashamed of what I did," Trista whispered, breaking the silence.
Bulma studied her, watching as a muscle clenched in Trista's jaw.
"I would have rather the baby die like it did then at the hands of Buu."
She watched her flinch, her hands clenching the fabric of her pants. Trista had her blue training outfit on, having gotten done a few hours ago sparring with Milae. Bulma put an arm around her waist, feeling a shudder go through Trista's body. The woman stared straight ahead, not glancing at her the whole time she'd been up here. Bulma followed her gaze up to the sky, watching the stars blink in the dark expanse of blue. Releasing another sigh, she dropped her arm, fiddling with her shirt tails for a moment before clearing her throat.
"Have you talked to Vegeta about it?" she asked softly, watching her friends profile carefully.
Trista was silent, staring out into the sky before lowering her head, watching Goku walk across the compound down below. She waited for him to disappear around the corner before lifting her head and meeting Bulma's gaze. She slowly shook her head. She turned back, swallowing and closing her eyes. She listened with half an ear as Bulma moved, opening her eyes to see her friend stand, looking down at her before speaking.
"You need to," Bulma stated gently, before turning and walking back through the door, softly closing it behind her.
Trista felt anger start in her chest, but didn't know why. I'm angry, been like that for weeks now, and I don't know why. I have this...rage bubbling inside me, just under the surface. And I don't know when it will come out, or the reason. She felt a deep frown appear on her face, her eyes narrowing. Is it because of the baby!? The way we died!? But I knew what I was doing, and I didn't want my baby dying at the hands of that monster. I knew...that I would die, when I threw myself at Vegeta moments before he exploded. I could feel the terror coming off him when I wrapped my arms around him, but I wasn't going to let him take the decision away from me. How I died, how my...baby would die. Didn't he even think for a minute that maybe it wouldn't work, and I would be at the mercy of that monster anyway!?
Trista stood, her hands balling at her sides. She took a huge breath, letting it out slowly. No, I haven't talked to Vegeta about what happened. Because for some reason, when I think about it, I get...angry...enraged. That's why I've been sparring so much with Milae, trying to tamp it down. She took another shuddering breath, letting it out between clenched teeth. The burning started in her chest again. But it's only intensifying! I can't...She took another deep breath...I can't keep it down! It only gets worse, especially for the past few days, when I'm around my husband! Her brows narrowed, and she swallowed with difficulty. Is it...is it because he blew himself up, leaving us without an extra defender? Or is something else? She saw him then, down below, walking towards the training simulator. Trista felt the burning increase, her lip curling. Her eyes widened, growling as she looked away. What the hell is wrong with me!? Do I...do I hate my husband!? She shook her head. She loved Vegeta, but...she didn't know why she was having this rage coursing through her. When she starts thinking about what happened, the baby she lost, the anger inside her grows, burning her up inside. Who am I angry at? This really doesn't make any sense! I know everyone did what they had to do to get rid of that monster, and that there would be casualties.
She closed her eyes, feeling a single tear fall down her cheek. Not bothering to wipe it away, she opened her eyes again. She turned back, jerking in surprise a little as she caught sight of Vegeta. He was turned, standing at the door to the pod, looking up at her. She watched him study her, a small smile appearing on his face. She didn't smile back, staring down at the prince while all these feelings were coursing through her. Trista swallowed, narrowing her eyes as Vegeta's brows furrowed, and he took a step down. A snarl ripped from her, surprising her, as he walked towards her, looking up the whole time. She took a step back, her breathing becoming ragged. What the hell is wrong with me!? Am I feeling...resentment...for what happened? That the only casualty of the whole mess was mine!? Her back hit the brick chimney, and she took another deep breath. She watched Vegeta stop, staring up at her for a moment before slowly levitating. Her breath hitched over another growl as she watched him. She blasted off before he got to her, gulping back a sob. I think...I think I hate myself!
Vegeta watched her trail dissipate, his eyes narrowed. What the hell is wrong with that woman!? He thought about the past few days, knowing something was eating at her. She won't talk to me though! What the hell am I supposed to do if she refuses to tell me what's wrong!? He had seen Kakkarot's wife up here a while ago, talking to her. Vegeta lowered back to the ground, staring at the sky another moment before turning, intent on finding his wife's best friend. He ran into the woman in the kitchen. Taking her arm gently but firmly, he sat her down, crossing his arms as he looked down at her. A moment of quiet ensued as he tried to think about what he wanted to ask.
"What's wrong Vegeta?" Bulma asked softly, raising an eyebrow.
She watched his jaw clench, his eyes focused on the floor as he seemed to be struggling with something. He finally looked back up at her, narrowing his eyes a little more before speaking.
"What's wrong with my wife?" he asked softly, his body unconsciously tensing.
Bulma sighed, folding her arms. She crossed her legs, jerking her head towards the chair across from her, not real sure if he would sit or not. To her surprise, he did. She paused a moment, her eyes on the table. She finally looked up at him, a little smile appearing at the worry evident in his eyes. He kept his face passive though, seeming to not really care. She knew better.
"Trista's," she paused, swallowing. "having some difficulty with...what happened with the baby."
Bulma spoke softly, watching the play of emotion cross the prince's eyes. He looked away at the mention of their unborn child, his throat working as he swallowed. She studied him, knowing he cared. Deeply. She just didn't understand why Trista refused to talk to him about it.
"What I don't understand," she finished softly, her eyes on his face. "is why she won't talk to you about it."
Vegeta stayed still, his face averted, listening to the blue haired woman in front of him. When she finally finished, his gaze stayed focused inward, not looking at her and not paying attention to anything around him. He vaguely registered Kakkarot come in, sitting beside his wife with a plate of food. Vegeta narrowed his eyes, suddenly standing and clenching his hands. He finally looked at the woman who called herself his friend.
"Look after the boys for awhile," he demanded, not waiting for an answer as he walked out, going through the sliding door before blasting off, heading the same way his wife went. Trista. What the hell is going through your mind!? Why are you holding it all in!? He narrowed his eyes, letting out another burst of energy, flying faster. And why are you keeping me at a distance!?
She landed on the black, craggy rocks. Listening with half an ear at the sea hitting the stone, she slowly walked over them, sitting down with a sigh. She sat cross legged, settling her hands in her lap. Staring at the massive body of water, she swallowed. The first rays of light started appearing, brightening the water as she pulled her legs up, wrapping her arms around them.
Trista laid her chin on top of her knees, watching the world light up. Sparkles appeared over the water, her eyes squinting as the orange and yellow rays hit her, bathing her in their light. She closed her eyes as a wind blew in, fluttering her hair behind her as she sat for hours, not moving, not looking up. The sun slowly ascended in the sky, burning the slight chill away, and bringing light to the world. The sky turned a brilliant blue, the air turning crisp and clean. She took a deep breath, finally feeling the anger burning in her slowly tamper off. At least for now.
Trista turned her head, her hair cascading to the side as she rested her cheek on her folded hands. She watched the seagulls dive towards the water, listening to the rush of the water flowing in and out along the beach, a crashing sounding every now and then on the rocks she was sitting on. The sprays barely reached her, even though she was sitting only a few feet away. She finally stood, the sun only halfway up in the sky.
Another wind came through, bringing with it the salty, tangy taste of salt water. It blew her hair and clothes back as she stood there, studying the water for a minute before she went running. She jumped at the edge, putting her hands in front of her as she dove into the water. The cold made her mind blank, and she swam, not thinking about nothing, her mind quiet as she made her way across the beach. She turned, floating on her back after a while, staring at the blue sky. She watched the clouds, letting her hair float around her, making a black cloud of its own. She backstroked a little, looking over as a dolphin appeared. It swam next to her for a second, before it took off with a jump. She softly smiled, watching it join its pod before looking back at the sky. She sighed after a while, closing her eyes.
Trista finally started swimming again, going towards the beach. She paused at the sight of someone standing there, his arms crossed. 'Why am I not surprised!' she thought, a deep sigh coming out. She stood as her feet hit bottom, striding slowly out of the sea. She didn't bother wringing the water out of her hair, just flung it behind her, not looking at the man as she walked out of the water. Not saying a word, she went back to her rock, sitting down and staring out. She closed her eyes, letting the wind blow around her, drying the water off her skin. The coolness was comforting against the burning in her chest. The feeling started again as soon as she caught sight of Vegeta standing on the sand, watching her. With every step she heard him take near her, it grew. Her eyes narrowed, and she took a difficult breath.
She felt him stop behind her, his eyes boring into the back of her head. Trista didn't bother looking at him, just slowly opened her eyes, gazing out into the expanse of water. The blue held her gaze, not moving the whole time her husband stood behind her. A few hours passed before she heard him move, slowly walking around her until he stood in front of her, obscuring her view of the sea. Trista closed her eyes, mentally sighing. It seemed she'd been doing that a lot lately. She felt him cup her neck, and opened her eyes. He was squatting in front of her, his eyes searching. She looked away, ignoring it when he said her name. She could feel his eyes roaming over her, her body tingling a little. It was an odd combination. The tingling in her belly and the burning in her chest. She swallowed, crossing her arms. He grabbed her chin and turned her back towards him. Trista clenched her jaw, watching him move closer.
"What's the matter with you woman?" she heard him whisper, his lips against her ear. She could feel the heat coming off him, and shivered.
She bit back a moan, the heat feeling so good against her chilled skin. She closed her eyes briefly, biting her lip. She opened them a little after a few minutes, watching him move back under her lashes. The burning was dispelling a little, confusing her. She focused inward, her brows narrowed. What's going on with me!? Is this anger towards myself, or towards him? Am I the cause for it, and if I am, why does it start when I see my husband? Trista swallowed, looking away from the man in front of her, her emotions conflicted. Do I feel resentment for what happened? Her eyes focused on a ship, far out in the water, not really seeing the scenery before her eyes as she tried to sort out her mind. The burning is going away! Is it because of him!? She looked back at Vegeta, watching him study her before looking down. She studied the rock, wincing as she realized something about herself. I regret killing myself, and my child! I regret not giving the prince a choice, a voice in the matter! I...hate myself for what I did! She felt a sob choke her. Tears appeared in her eyes, falling seconds later as she continued to stare down at the black rock. She slowly lifted her head, meeting Vegeta's gaze. I wonder if he hates me for the decision as well?
Trista watched him study her, a hand cupping her neck. He slid his thumb across her cheek, wiping a tear away. She felt another sob choking her, letting this one come out as a hand lifted to her mouth, trying to smother it. Her eyes closed as he pulled her towards him. She scooted closer, her arms sandwiched against his chest as he wrapped his arms around her. She felt him bury his face in her neck, taking a deep breath. She swallowed, taking a shuddering breath as she tried to talk.
"Do you," she whispered, pausing as another sob escaped her. "Do you hate me?" Trista asked, turning her head and listening to his heartbeat against her ear. She closed her eyes as he tightened his hold, feeling him lift his head. She wrapped her arms around him, her fingers splaying against his back. His hand came up, cupping the back of her neck, resting there as she felt him study her.
"What are you talking about?" he asked quietly, running his hand down her hair.
Trista swallowed past the lump in her throat, finally moving back and meeting his eyes. She studied him, not saying anything for a minute. She opened her mouth, only to close it again. She averted her gaze, looking back out at the water. She couldn't look at him as she voiced what she wanted to know. She was scared that he did.
"Do you hate me for killing myself, and the baby?"
She heard him move, not looking as he rested his hands on her legs. He suddenly cupped her face, turning her towards him.
"How can you think that!?" Vegeta whispered harshly, his eyes roaming her face.
She let him study her for a few minutes, not saying anything. He lowered his head and fiercely kissed her, his hands still cupping her face. Trista whimpered, her arms coming up and wrapping around his shoulders. She lifted a little, coming closer to him as he moved his head, his lips still on hers as he changed the angle of the kiss. He pulled back a little, resting his forehead against hers as their eyes met. They stayed like that for awhile, listening to water crash against the rocks, the rush of the sea as it came in, hitting the sand before quickly retreating. Vegeta abruptly stood, grabbing her hand. Trista slowly followed, sighing a little as she studied her husband. He pulled her to him, wrapping an arm around her waist. He put two fingers to his forehead.
They left the sanctuary of the beach within seconds.
She had her forehead on his chest, her hands wrapped in his shirt as they appeared. She didn't look up for a couple minutes, content to stay against the man for the time being. She kept her eyes closed, feeling his arms around her. Neither moved for several minutes, listening to the silence as it enveloped them. Trista's brows furrowed. It wouldn't be this quiet if they were back at Capsule Corps. She slowly opened her eyes, not lifting her head as she glanced a little to the side.
They were in a different bedroom.
Trista finally looked up, glancing around. She brought her confused gaze back to Vegeta, watching him study her. She didn't say anything though, just briefly glanced around again before shrugging, putting her head back against him. They stayed like that for awhile, before her growling stomach had her flushing and stepping away. She put a hand to her belly, scowling.
"When's the last time you ate, brat?" Vegeta asked softly, his hands still resting on her hips.
Trista flushed again, meeting his eyes. She furrowed her brows, thinking about it.
"Um...I think it's been about three days," she stated softly, watching him narrow his eyes.
"Why have you been skipping meals, woman!?" Vegeta had a frown on his face, glaring down at her a little.
She sighed, closing her eyes. "It hasn't been intentional. I just haven't been hungry," Trista explained quietly, listening to the prince grunt. He finally moved away from her, going to the phone beside the bed. She watched curiously, arching a brow as he lifted it, pressing a few buttons. Talking briefly, he hung it back up, looking at her.
"So I take it we're at a hotel?" Trista asked softly, watching in surprise as he shook his head. She studied him as he walked back towards her.
"Well," she asked, a little shiver going through her as he put his arms around her waist again, "where are we then?"
"The blue haired woman's parents have a vacation house. That's where we're at."
Her eyes widened, staring at him. "Why do I not know about this!?"
She watched Vegeta shrug. "They kept it a secret, so that no one would bother them." Vegeta moved closer to her, bending down to whisper in her ear. "They said I could use it, a while back, when I was going to...bring you for our honeymoon."
Trista felt herself flush slightly, clearing her throat. "Why didn't we come here?" she asked, her eyes searching his face as he straightened back up.
"You chose to go somewhere else, remember woman!?"
Trista bit her lip, remembering when they had "discussed" where they were going to go. Vegeta had said something about taking her somewhere, and she had, like a little child, pouted and said she wanted to go to the place she had picked out. He had left it alone. Trista winced a little, remembering the look on his face even though she hadn't really paid attention to it then. She looked up at him sheepishly, grimacing a little.
"Sorry," she said softly, watching him lift a brow.
He grunted, running his hands up her arms and stepping closer. She leaned into him, biting her lip a moment later as someone knocked on the door. Vegeta went to go answer it. Trista sighed, looking around the room again, actually studying the interior more carefully than before. It was a beautiful room. Her eyes widened as her gaze landed on the balcony doors. She slowly walked forward, opening the glass door and stepping out. A wind caught her hair as she stared out at the sea, the sight taking her breath away. It was beautiful, the water an aqua blue that seemed as clear as glass. She could see the fish swimming underneath the water even from the height she was at. She felt an arm wrap around her waist, Vegeta setting his chin on her head. She leaned back into him.
"It's beautiful," she said softly, not taking her eyes off the water. "Now I regret not taking you up on your offer."
He grunted, tightening his hold on her before stepping back. "Foods here. Come eat," he said softly, turning and going back in. Trista stared at the scenery for another moment, before turning and following the prince.
They ate in compatible silence, glancing at each other now and then. Trista took a sip of her juice, studying Vegeta over the rim of her cup. He was eating slowly. She could actually see his food as he lifted it to his mouth. Trista raised a brow in surprise, watching him. He finally looked up.
"What?" he asked softly, noticing her studying him.
Trista sat her cup down, biting her lip as she picked her fork back up.
"Just wandering what the matter was. You're eating so slowly," she stated, her voice low.
He looked back down at his plate, furrowing his brows. "Just thinking," he said, not looking back up at her. He started eating faster, consuming three plates within minutes. He sat back as she finished hers, slowly standing and grabbing her hand. Trista stood up, finding his behavior a little curious. She watched him study her, his eyes roaming her face.
"What's the matter Vegeta?"
The prince didn't say anything, staying silent as he finally went around her, pulling her along as he went to the bathroom. He let go of her hand to start the shower, looking back at her with a raised brow.
"You going to take those clothes off?" he asked, smiling a little as she let out a sigh.
She didn't say anything, just lifted her blue top over her head, her black sports bra following seconds later. She lifted herself, sitting on the counter as she kicked off her boots, studying them for a moment before jumping off, shedding the rest of her clothes. She grimaced as she ran a hand through her hair, looking up when Vegeta started taking his clothes off as well. He just lifted a brow, pulling his shirt over his head. Trista felt her mouth water at the sight of his massive chest. She turned, quickly entering the shower and letting the spray hit her face. She squeezed her eyes closed, rubbing her face as she heard the prince step in behind her. She could feel him studying her, but didn't turn around. The hot water soon had the room steamed, fogging the glass. Trista lifted her arms, running her hands through her hair, a little confused as to what her husband was doing behind her. He had yet to move or say anything.
She jerked in surprise as hands settled on her hips, tightening for a moment before slowly moving upward. A shiver went through her as his fingers ran lightly over her rib cage. She could feel him at her back now, his chest touching her. She bit back a moan at the feel of his erection against her behind. She gasped as his hands cupped her breasts, squeezing and playing with her flesh. A moan escaped as she leaned her head back, feeling his lips on her neck. Another shiver went through her as he ran his tongue along her skin, his teeth grazing her collar bone before growling low in her ear. He kept one hand on her breast, kneading as the other traveled down slowly, her stomach muscles jumping as he ran his fingertips over her skin. Her legs automatically spread as he dipped his hand between her thighs, her arms coming up and clasping around his neck as a cry escaped her. His fingers slowly moved, running through the patch of hair before sinking into her. Trista arched her back, turning her head and meeting his mouth. The kiss was slow, passionate, and made her body heat even more. Her hips moved, another moan escaping as he continued to rub her, his erection searing her skin. She started breathing harder as his fingers went faster, dipping into her before running over her folds. A sob escaped as he suddenly stopped, grabbing her waist and turning around. He pressed her up against the tile, his hands still on her waist as he rubbed against her back. She could feel the spray of the water coming off him, it hitting his shoulders as he ground his hips to hers.
"Spread your legs," he whispered in her ear, a moan escaping as tingles started coming faster throughout her body.
Trista did as he asked, waiting in anticipation. But he didn't immediately enter her. She felt him run his hands slowly over her behind, over her hips to dip back between her legs. She laid her forehead against the shower tiles, a gasp escaping as he continued to make her crazy. She wiggled her hips as she felt her release close, laying a hand over his situated over her center, pressing down on his fingers. She opened her eyes on a groan, watching as he splayed a hand on the wall, the other moving from rubbing her to grab her thigh, hiking her leg as he entered her from behind. A loud moan escaped her as he filled her, slowly sliding out before entering her again. "Oh God," she whispered, her nails raking along the wall as he increased his speed. She grabbed onto the arm stretched out beside her head, listening to his erratic breathing in her ear. He groaned loudly, pushing into her harder as her cries became more frequent. She shouted his name as she came, her orgasm hitting her hard and fast. She could feel her legs shaking, a groan escaping her lips as he plunged into her again, his body tense as he came behind her.
Vegeta slowly let her leg fall, wrapping an arm around her waist and burying his head in her neck. Trista wrapped an arm around his shoulder, a small shiver going through her. It had been awhile since they made love like that. She honestly couldn't remember the last time, although they've had sex, its always been the same the last few months. For a while there, she thought that maybe he was getting bored with her. Apparently not! Seeing as how we just had the best sex we've had in months! She opened her eyes as he turned her, capturing her lips and kissing her fiercely. She moaned, feeling him harden against her belly again, her hands roaming over his chest before traveling down. His muscles bunched underneath her hands, listening as he hissed in a breath as she scraped her fingernails across his stomach. Her hands moved lower, a growl coming from the prince as she grabbed him. She slowly moved her hands up and down, smiling a little as his head fell back. He grabbed her hands, stopping her as he lifted her up, wrapping her legs around his waist. He stepped from the shower with her, grabbing a towel.
Vegeta sat her on the counter, rubbing the towel through her hair as he studied her. Trista raised a brow. He didn't say anything though, just continued to rub her hair until he was satisfied, then picked her back up. She groaned as he lowered his head to her breasts, going through the doorway and laying her on the bed. He didn't lift his head as they lowered, her hands clenching his hair as he continued to suckle and lick. He finally left, kissing upward and capturing her mouth. Trista moaned, rubbing her hands over his body again, wiggling her hips. His hand went between her legs again, her thighs opening up to accommodate him. She moved with his hand, her thrusts against his fingers becoming more frantic as her body clenched, her breathing coming faster. He suddenly lifted up, grabbing her waist and flipping her onto her hands and knees. A thrill went through her to see Vegeta behind her, his eyes heavy lidded as he ran his hands down her back, before grabbing her waist. He nudged her legs further apart, rubbing himself against her. Trista groaned, pushing back against him.
He teased her, her hips pushing back harder as he continued to rub himself against her center. A sob escaped as she felt herself clench, a shudder going through her. "Vegeta, please!" She didn't care if it was begging, he was driving her crazy. And he ignored her plea. He leaned forward, his chest covering her back as he kissed her neck, a hand sliding up and covering one breast. She pushed back, hard, listening to his groan in her ear, his body rubbing against her back. She arched her back, knowing that pushed her more firmly against him. He abruptly straightened, plunging into her. She let out a cry, feeling his hand pressing her back down onto the mattress. She groaned as he pounded into her, not stopping as she came, only slowing slightly before increasing again. A sob escaped her, and she pushed against him, listening to his groan as he increased his speed. The bed moved with his thrusts, the headboard pounding the wall. She shouted his name as another orgasm ripped through her, her hands clenching the comforter beneath her as he only slowed again, before picking up speed once more. She could feel his hands roaming over her, squeezing and rubbing as his pace never stopped. A low moan continued to come out of her now, the volume increasing as another orgasm started building.
She groaned his name, reaching a hand back to cover the one holding her thigh. He tightened his hold slightly, his pace increasing once more before a snarl escaped him as his own release came, his body tensing behind her as he slammed into her again before stilling. He moved away after a few minutes, groaning and laying beside her. She turned, resting her head against his chest as they both laied there, quiet. She felt her body relax, her eyelids sinking down as exhaustion overtook her.
Vegeta felt Trista's body slacken, knowing she was falling asleep. He stared up at the ceiling, feeling his wife's curves pressed against him. He tightened his arm around her, listening to her sigh softly and snuggle up against him. He sighed himself, closing his eyes. He hadn't intended for that to happen, when he'd joined her in the shower. He had just wanted to hold her, still a little upset that she would think he hated her for a choice she really had no time to make. He wasn't mad at her. Never was. The only thing that had ran through his mind at the time was the terror he felt of her dying, being there when he blew up, the fact that she might not be able to come back. She hadn't been born here, after all. He had been afraid that if she died, she would have been sent back to her world, away from their sons. Away from him.
Vegeta looked down at his wife, studying her face while she slept. You're more important to me than anything in this world. And that wizard knew it! That's why he took you, took over your mind. He knew that I would join you, just to be with you. I regret my thoughts then, the words I said, the actions I took. If I had to do it over again, I would never have left you, no matter what! Vegeta cupped her neck, brushing the hair away from her face as she slept. He looked over, studying the top dresser drawer. He had a small surprise for her, one that he was waiting to give her when the time was right. He had replica's made of the necklace, knowing how important it had been to her. He had planned on bringing her here in a few days, spending some time with her. He had known something was bothering her, but hadn't known it was that. He winced as he thought about their unborn child. Yes, it's an unfortunate outcome, but there can be more. He laid a hand on her stomach, smirking a little. Oh, there definitely will be more. The fire between us hasn't diminished at all. He looked at his wife again, a small smile appearing. It seems she desires me as much as I do her, even more so now then when we first started out. As much as we have sex, I'm surprised we don't have more brats then we do! A small chuckle escaped him, tightening his hold around Trista when she moved a little, laying his head back against the pillow and closing his eyes. He sighed a little, resting his hand against her lower back.
My only weakness is you...