I awoke some time later to find that I had been moved. Judging from the surroundings, I was back on the lookout. I looked over and saw Trunks at my side, his arms securely around me. I wandered when we had been moved. I noted that his hair was shorter now and sat up, curious at what had transpired while I had slept and how long we had slept. We lay in a small room with a decent sized bed and little else in the way of furnishings. I spied a clock on one of the walls and noted that ten hours had passed. I tired to stand but found my waist locked in Trunks' steely grip. He stirred and looked up at me with bleary eyes.
"Stay," he begged in a husky, sleep laden voice.
"I need to pee," I told him. He groaned and released me reluctantly.
"Hurry," he pleaded. I nodded and moved to find the bathroom, which lay behind one of the two doors in the room. I gazed at my reflection in the mirror and was surprised to find dark marks on my neck and shoulders, physical evidence of Trunks' fervent need for closeness. He had never left marks before, but we had never spent a 'year' apart. I lifted my shirt, finding hand shaped bruises on my sides and hips. I lifted my sleeves and found more such marks on my skin. While they didn't bother me, I knew if Trunks saw he had bruised me, he would be frantic. I quickly lowered my shirt and opened the bathroom door to find him standing there, his eyes half closed.
"Too long," he muttered, lifting me into his arms and carrying me back to the bed. He lay back down, hugging me close and letting out a content sigh. I tilted my head back, peppering his face with kisses.
"How do you feel?" I asked.
"Better," he said. "But still tired."
I chuckled and pushed him back on the bed, crawling on top of him and draping my body over his. He smiled and hugged me close, dropping back off to sleep.