When Spring Came
Chapter 19: Escape To Papaya Island
Song Of The Chapter: Round & Round By Selena Gomez and The Scene
AN: FINALLY I have been WAITING for this chapter. BUT also…this took me WAY too long to complete….
Marron's eyes fluttered open as the bright lights of the morning sun shone through the open doors. Squawking birds flying overhead as the roll of the waves against the shore strummed her back to a state of awakeness. A banging headache wreaking havoc in the insides of her skull. She sat up, still in her clothes from the previous night.
This room she was in was definitely something she couldn't identify, white and dark wooden accents with seashells and the distinct humid scent of the beach filling the room. She was clearly in a hotel, by some seaside resort…but how did she get there? And why? The last memory she had was chatting with Goten in Mt. Paozu, which is hundreds of miles away from any coast.
The very last thing she recalled was chatting with Goten though the subject matter was lost on her. There was a distinct fear she had said something ridiculous in her inebriated state, but given there was a slumbering Trunks in the couch beside her, it told her Trunks may have swept in and saved the day.
Was she still drunk? The intense headache that wracked her brain told her otherwise.
She slipped out of the bed, kneeling down to the sleeping Saiyan poking his cheek watching as the slumbering man stirred in his sleep. To her own admission, Trunks' face was quite adorable when he slept. His pull was magnetic, much to Marron's struggle with rationalizing her own feelings.
She brushed stray lavender hairs off his face, watching as Trunks stirred in his sleep, his eyes slowly opening to find Marron at eye level, her bright blue eyes practically sparkling in the morning sun. "Hey," Trunks groaned in response as he sat up, his hands gently massaging his neck from the uncomfortable sleep he had.
"Morning," she smiled at him, "mind telling me where we are?" Marron's own reaction surprised her, she wasn't upset at the fact Trunks had seemingly whisked her away and she was nowhere near West City, yet somehow…she trusted this wasn't some ploy to mess with her.
"Don't you remember?" Trunks yawned as he looked down at the woman who seemed to have a permanent pout on her lips.
"Obviously not," she grumbled as she rubbed her face as her face pressed against the couch, a sigh quickly following suit.
"You were quite the handful last night, Marron," he chuckled as he got up, walking out towards the wooden platform that looked out towards the beach.
Marron looked back towards him, watching as the hybrid stretched staring off into the ocean. "Did I…say something?" Marron asked meekly, afraid of the answer he'd give her.
There was a pause, Trunks debated with himself if he really wanted to answer that. "Nothing I didn't already know," Trunks sighed. That was a lie, of course. But he rather keep the information she drunkenly divulged to him for himself, if anything to save her from the embarrassment.
"I think I told Goten last night something–" Marron silently whispered, low enough that Trunks couldn't hear…the anxiety did gnaw at her at the prospect she could have messed up that horribly.
"You and Valese really need to keep yourselves in check," Trunks replied, "you both were a bit rowdy last night…"
Marron kept her eyes towards the ground, feeling embarrassment flush her face at the revelation. Though the memory was hazy, she distinctly remembered chatting up a storm with the brunette." That …sounds about right…" Marron tracked her memories though most of it was still fuzzy, "you still haven't answered my question, though."
"And that is?" Trunks asked as he came back inside, walking towards the kitchenette to grab water from the mini fridge.
Marron's eyes widened as she gestured around the room. " Where the hell are we?"
"Papaya Island, obviously," Trunks replied, taking a sip from the plastic water bottle.
The realization slammed into Marron like a freight train. The four of them jetted to Papaya Island after the party was over at Goten's place. However it still doesn't explain why she was in a room with Trunks. "Great, well I don't have any of my clothes or–" Marron began before Trunks cut her off.
"I took care of it," he said, walking over to the restroom beginning to strip himself of the shirt he was in.
Marron hated to admit, she definitely stared in silence before snapping back to reality. "Wait…what?"
"Yeah, I just told my assistant to grab your bags and send them over," Trunks said from the restroom, as he turned the water on.
"How did she get in my apartment?!" She exclaimed, trying to talk over the noise.
"Marron, you gave me a key, remember?" Trunks paused, his head peeking out of the door. The sight was rather amusing, a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth with messy hair straying in different directions.
"And now she has it?" Marron asked, trying to clearly ignore the amusement that strummed through her with falsified outrage.
"Ah…yeah?" Trunks replied, his gaze shifting away from the blonde.
Marron sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose as she stood up from the ground and stepped outside herself. Admittedly, Marron hasn't visited Papaya Island since the 28th World Martial Arts Tournament almost thirteen years ago. As she glanced towards the ocean, memories of her youth seemed to roll in with the tide.
The ocean always felt like home to her, sugar white sand and crystal blue waters welcomed her whenever she woke up in the morning as a child. Running along the perimeter of the island, dipping her toes in to cool off from the blistering summer sun. Though she longed to live in a city, returning to Kame Island was the peak of her summer break.
Marron edged herself closer to the small gate that led towards the beach, her senses mesmerized by the stillness and the quiet of this slice of heaven. So taken in by the scenery, she missed Trunks standing at the door, admiring the awestruck woman.
"You okay?" Trunks chimed in, watching as Marron spun around to meet his gaze.
"Huh?" Marron blinked, feeling as a tear rolled down her cheek. "Oh…gosh," she muttered about to wipe the tear off her cheek before Trunks' thumb rolled over the streak.
"Getting sentimental?" Trunks asked, his head tilted as he tried to meet her fallen gaze. It was confusing, the way Trunks continued to blur the lines for her…or was it her, that failed to see what was already happening in front of her?
Marron nodded, her lips slightly agape, burning with a need to be kissed but she opted to inhale sharply as she tore from his gaze. "Do you know where my clothes are?" She asked, trying to change the subject.
"Oh…" Trunks straightened himself out, feeling as Marron broke the trance he'd placed himself in. "By the door," Trunks cocked his head back towards the giant wooden door to their room. "We're gonna have breakfast with Valese and Goten in a bit so, if you need me to–"
"No no, it's fine," Marron sighed out, as she walked towards the door grabbing the suitcase "I'll just…change in the restroom…I'll meet you down there."
All eyes were on Marron as she walked into the brunch room. Trunks, of course, was quick to call her over. As Marron approached the table she could Goten's from across the table. The anxiety of her foggy memory suddenly taking hold of her.
"You ladies both wake up hungover?" Goten joked as his eyes flicked over to Trunks, in some attempt to garner an ounce of understanding.
Trunks snickered as he sipped on his coffee. "Marron fully forgot where the hell she was at," he smirked, glancing over to the scantily dressed woman. It was proper in such a tropical setting to sport a swimsuit and sw–surely he shouldn't be surprised the blonde was donning that same outfit.
"Oh come on, Trunks," Marron huffed as she sat beside him, pushing her sunglasses up over her hair. "You know I can't handle my liquor."
Trunks snorted, before digging his fork into his stack of pancakes. "Yeah…don't gotta tell me a second time," he muttered before he shoved the mouthful of food into his mouth.
"Oh girl," Valese giggled. "We were rowdy yesterday, poor Goten couldn't keep me off of him."
Trunks and Marron momentarily paused at the lewd comment from Valese. That was certainly not information either of them needed to hear at the breakfast table. There was a silence that hung between the four of them, all before Goten quickly erupted into a forced laughter to ease the sudden tension. "Oh man, Val…you sure are a riot!"
Marron's eyes flickered between Trunks and Goten. Noting the tense atmosphere and taking it as cue to take charge. "Val you mind if I steal Goten for a sec?" Marron interrupted, watching as both Valese and Trunks dropped their fork seeing as the blonde's hand took hold of Goten's forearm. "It won't be too long, promise."
Marron yanked the hybrid out of his seat and pulled him out of an earshot of Trunks and Valese. His eyes watched Marron carefully as he paused at her panicked expression. "What's goin' on Mar?" Goten pressed, as he held Marron up urging her to look at him.
"I-I just want to say to forget what I said last night," Marron stumbled over her words. Panic made her fail to recognize the confused expression Goten donned.
"Wha–"
"No, no you don't have to reply–" Marron shushed, a slender finger pressed against his lips. "Look, I meant what I said about you…and I won't say anything to Val—" Marron bit her lip, her lips pressed into a thin line to avoid any further words from coming out.
"What are–"
Marron quickly interrupted, her light blue eyes clashing against his dark onyx ones. "I'm gonna give you until the end of this trip to choose what you wanna do but I needed to clarify before you got the wrong idea…"
"Oh…okay?" Goten paused, still thoroughly confused at the blonde.
"Mar!" Valese turned around the corner spotting the duo and walking over to them. Her gaze locked onto the blonde. "What's takin' you so long, didn't you want to chill by the beach," she exclaimed, Trunks quickly following behind the brunette.
"Okay, okay!" Marron laughed as she tore from Goten's gaze. "We can talk later, yeah?" Marron replied as she began to walk towards the other two waiting for her.
The walk over to the beachside was rather uneventful, with Goten and Valese a few feet ahead of Trunks and Marron. Naturally, her arm was linked around Trunks' as she watched the two with an intensity that rivaled her own mother. "Marron…" Trunks whispered, "what did you tell him?"
"Oh ever-so nosy, Trunks?" Marron snickered as she tightened her grip around his arm. "I just told him to talk to me later…I think it's high time already right?" Marron replied, but even her response didn't feel authentic. The discomfort of the entire situation was bugging her to insurmountable degrees.
"I mean, yes, definitely high time…but—" Trunks paused. He wondered if Marron was truly going to find satisfaction out of this? And, to an even more concerning degree…was he going to sit idly by and see Goten take what was his.
His?
Was this the source of this feeling he had whenever he looked at Goten? His possessiveness over his partner…that wasn't really his partner?
"Will you be happy?"
The question rang through her, but she chose to not dwell too hard on her fake boyfriend's questions. "I hope I will be," she responded simply, as they arrived to the sugar-white sands of the beach.
I hope you will be too, is what Trunks thought as he glanced at her once more before the call of Goten's voice pulled him away. Finding a shaded cabana by the shore, the two women set down their bags. Valese letting down her vivacious curls. "You getting in?" Valese asked, as she watched as the two men essentially cannon balled fifty yards out into the ocean.
The physical feat was impressive, but to the two women was just an average day with Goten and Trunks respectively. Marron winced at the giant splashes of water that rose up like a geyser. "I'll take my chances on the dry land," she chuckled, "besides I gotta work a tan don't I?"
"Mm, yeah," Valese muttered, "wouldn't hurt."
Marron watched Valese carefully, something was off about her usual cheerful friend. Almost catty in a sense? Marron wanted to chalk it up to simply being in a mood of some kind but the tonality of her voice told her something different.
Though the blonde pressed on, wanting to believe her assumptions to be just a falsehood or overblown exaggeration. The woman took off her cover, revealing a tiny bikini leaving little to the imagination. So much so Marron couldn't help but turn away in a furious blush.
"Suit yourself Mare-Bear, I'm goin' in!" Valese squealed as she ran towards the shore.
Marron watched almost in near disbelief. The confidence she held in that small string bikini was impressive. And, of course, she had the body to show for it. It'd be difficult for just about anyone to ignore that running right at them, especially Goten. But Marron found herself glancing over at Trunks…watching him carefully rather than the supposed object of her affection.
Why did she care what he thought? Valese is a super model . Why would she ever even try to compare herself or compete with someone like that. The blonde leant back in her seat as she flipped her magazine open, deciding she was going to distract herself rather than continue fussing over her own insecurities.
Just as she was becoming engrossed in her choice literature. A shadow was cast right above her. "What– you aren't getting in the water?" Trunks stood beside the umbrella that shaded the blonde who simply stared off towards the water. "Just gonna wear that beach cover the whole day?"
Marron flicked her eyes over to him…the clear annoyance at the glistening hybrid. From down in her lounge chair she had an ample view of the two muscular men. The salt water dripped cleanly on her from the hovering hunk of man that he was.
"You're blocking the sun, Trunks," Marron complained, not bothering to remove her sunglasses as she glanced up at him.
Trunks folded his arms across his bare chest, his eyes tentatively and positively stuck to her. " Good , you haven't put on any sunscreen."
"I–" Marron paused, as she lifted her sunglasses as she glanced up at him. Her lips slightly parted at his observation "How did you–"
He leaned a bit closer. "You're burning up, you're face and–um–" he paused as his eyes flicked from her bosom to her shoulders, "and shoulders are red."
"Oh–" Marron paused as she lifted her eyes from the ripped abs in front of her to Trunks' face. "Yeah, I suppose they are, huh?" Marron chuckled awkwardly, "I don't suppose you are here to try to put some sunscreen on me."
"N-No, definitely not–" Trunks replied, sounding like a bumbling fool for a change–which amused Marron to no end.
Marron slipped off the cover, revealing her bikini underneath. Her hand swatted Trunks away as she began to pull the blonde hair up into an updo. Though Marron certainly didn't want Trunks buzzing around her like a fly, the attention was welcomed. Though he shifted from hovering over to out right blocking her from sight.
From Goten.
"Hey–" Marron pouted as her eyes shifted up towards him. "What are you doing?"
"Isn't this a bit–"
"Don't tell me you haven't seen a woman in a bikini before–" Marron rolled her eyes as she took a sip out of her drink. "You know, for a rich guy with so much power I'd assume you'd be drowning–"
Trunks didn't hesitate to lean closer to her, his hand cupping her face as he tilted her face up towards him. "I have plenty of experience–" Trunks responded as coolly as possible, his eyes boring into her. The truth was he hasn't seen, nor ever dared to imagine Marron in such a revealing outfit.
The bikini wasn't overly small like Valese's, but something about seeing so much was a bit overwhelming to the hybrid. The smell of coconut danced around his nose as he looked down at the blonde applying her sunscreen in a huff.
His eyes clung onto the curvature of her tiny frame, and rather than continue to stare, Trunks turned from the blonde in some desperate attempt to purge the sinful thoughts that dared to come up at the moment.
To no avail, as a cold hand traveled up his back, and the feeling of her soft body pressed against his back. Shit. "Nothing to say now?" Marron snickered as her eyes watched the horizon and the two others in the water. Suspended from her weak grip was the bottle of sunscreen. "You should probably take your own advice, you're all red."
Her eyes spotted the red tips of his ears deepening with her touch, could something like this really work him up so much?
Trunks snatched the bottle from her hand, his gaze shifting towards her nimble hands which laid plainly against his arm. His face turned to meet her gaze leaving only the smell of alcohol and sunscreen to mingle between them. "Do you…" Trunks quietly began.
"Do I…?"
"Wanna get in the water?" Trunks' lips formed an impish smirk, which triggered the blonde to respond with a defeated laugh as she glanced over to the water once more. Valese and Goten called the two of them over.
"Fine–just for a little."
Marron sighed as she treaded back to the hotel room, her body fatigued and sweaty from the mid-day sun scorching her otherwise sun-flushed skin. As she keyed her hotel room door opened, she bee-lined towards the restroom, not paying any mind to the trail of sand she left behind her– nor the clothes she left in her wake as she turned on the icy cold shower.
She gazed at her nearly sun burnt skin, pushing her hair up as she glanced at her nude form. She wasn't that bad? Maybe a bit short, but she must have some nice assets. The constant comparison to a supermodel certainly wasn't helping the petite woman's already fragile self confidence.
A quick gust of cold hair came behind her as she quickly turned around to find the door opening to the bathroom–and almost as quickly a shriek emitting out of her throat that could shatter eardrums within a mile radius.
Trunks spun on his heel, his face flushed red at the sight. He could try to purge the sight out of his memory but he was sure it was equally as embarrassing for the both of them. He was quick to close his eyes and avoid seeing her full figure in the nude, so the sanctity of her body was still intact.
His heart pounded in his chest. Hearing as the door creaked open and a pair of blue eyes staring back at him. "You didn't…"
"No," Trunks lied, trying to hide his face from her. "I didn't."
"Are you sure?" Marron queried, her eyes scanning his face with a certain shyness glimmering in them.
" Yes ," Trunks pressed, his eyes still closed as he let out a labored breath.
Marron paused, her eyes looking up to him. "You're blushing."
"I am not blushing–" Trunks replied almost preposterously, still not daring to look at the blonde who's cheeky grin he completely avoided looking at.
" You're embarrassed!"
Trunks turned back over, his hand laying on the door as he pushed it closed. And with it, the blonde sunk back into the restroom. "Just get ready will 'ya?"
"That wasn't an outright no!" She still managed to say through the door.
Trunks grit his teeth, and looked back over to the door. "It wasn't an outright yes!"
Trunks sighed as he leaned against the door, his heartbeat irregular as he attempted to calm himself down. Nothing had been left to the imagination–not that he ever did such a thing… certainly not about Marron.
His breath was shaky, he desperately needed to get out of her space before he got driven crazy by the constant bombardment of Marron as of late. Had he ever spent over twenty four hours with her? Certainly not, and he didn't know if he could handle another day of it.
...
Marron had made it to Valese's room to get ready, she had apparently sent Goten and by extension Trunks out of a scavenger hunt for her to obtain what seemed to be pointless items in hopes of getting the two men out of her hair while the two of them got ready. Though unfortunately for Marron it seemed that the dismissal of Trunks couldn't have arrived any sooner.
Marron sat at the vanity, feeling as Valese's hands ruffled and fluffed Marron's hair. "If the humidity is out of control, then let's make it work," the brunette said leaning over Marron's shoulder as she teased the blonde's waves.
As Valese began to fawn over her, Marron could feel herself getting more and more insecure as she stared at herself in the mirror. With such a gorgeous woman like Valese trying to hype her up–Marron could feel herself crumble a bit more. "C'mon Marron, you are so pretty–" Valese huffed, as she grabbed her face and turned Marron towards her. " Say you are pretty."
The blonde's eyes widened at her forwardness, "I–" Marron paused as she tried to shake the negative thoughts out of her mind. "I'm pretty?"
"Oh my god," Valese grumbled as she dropped her hands to her side. "I am soo sick of hearing you so doubtful—" there was a taste of acid behind her words, but Marron tried not to mind it. "Does Trunks not tell you how gorg you are everyday or something–I'll lay into–"
"No!" Marron quickly exclaimed, grabbing hold of Valese's hands. " Please…do not do that," Marron begged.
Valese's eyes watched the blonde carefully as she returned to teasing the blonde hair. "I'm just saying…you as his woman shouldn't need to search for validation from any outside sources, you are beautiful."
His woman…
That's not a thought that even dared cross her mind. The sentence distracted her enough to ignore the hidden message behind Valese's choice words. "You let me know if there's something wrong, I will always be here for you," Valese pressed, as she finished with her hair.
"Done!"
…
Trunks and Goten waited in the lobby of the hotel, the smell of the crisp sea wafted through the open air lobby. The gentle breeze of being by the ocean side elicited a certain chill that crawled up your spine if you let it. The lobby donned a warm golden color that reflected against the cool white marble pillars that held the resort together. A grandiose fountain nestled in the center of the lobby, sputtering out water from all angles.
But the most marvelous sight to see, hadn't come out just yet. Trunks' mouth went dry as the pair of women came from around the corner, how dare she do this to him? Her hair cascaded loosely down her back, vivacious waves holding their shape with every step she took. Her pale pink dress clung to her body, almost as if it were made just for her. He watched as Valese giggled, holding onto the blonde's arm.
He told himself he'd put these thoughts to bed, but living, breathing, and being overcome by Marron for two days has intensified the niggling thought of taking her for himself. Despite the attitude– and despite the fact she wasn't in the least bit interested…he almost wanted to…
Trunks paused his lustful mental tirade as he caught Marron's face flushed, whilst averting her eyes. He watched as the brunette whispered something into her ear, why did he want to know so bad what was being said? Trunks looked over to Goten, watching as his eyes were all over Marron. Something about that…didn't sit right with Trunks, although he figured Marron would be ecstatic to know her beloved Goten is glancing at her.
Trunks snatched the blonde by the waist, pulling her close to him and tipping her face upwards to him, her plump lips glistened– how torturous this ordeal has become. He can't help but see Marron for what she was…a ridiculously sexy woman. No woman in the world drove him quite as mad as her.
And she had to be his.
"You're handsy today, T," Marron chuckled, but he knew in her eyes she had a fire telling him to unhand her. He knew Goten was watching her, and that one sentence made him believe Marron knew what she was doing.
Trunks' eyes went from hers to Goten, a twinge of dangerous intent in his eyes, making the other hybrid avert his eyes. "Can't help it, gotta make sure you're safe from creeps," Trunks replied promptly, watching as Marron's eyes connected with his once more.
"Guess you'll have to start," she said under her breath, knowing he would be able to hear it. "Well…what are we waiting for people!" Marron said, watching Valese and Goten link onto each other.
Valese looked back and winked at Marron, "we'll meet you there girlie!" Marron feigned a smile watching the bodacious-bodied Brunette practically skip towards where the resorts nightclub was with Goten in tow.
"You guys seem to be getting along," Trunks said, removing his hand from her waist. He watched the blonde pace, chewing on her thumb as she looked back at the taller man. "You look hot," Trunks said, causing Marron's face to turn red. He smirked, stuffing his hands into his pockets. "Did you see that… Goten couldn't keep his eyes off of you!"
"W-What?" Marron nearly stumbled over her own words, "don't mess with me, Briefs." Goten was hardly looking, and if she knew any better she was probably some blob beside Valese and her hourglass figure.
"I'm not!" Trunks said as he stepped closer to the blonde, she didn't step away. "You look beautiful," he stated simply as his hands laid on her waist. He had to hold in the desire within him. "You're gonna go to the club, you're going to be hot, maybe 'cheat' on me and set the stage…" He noticed her face fall.
Marron felt absolutely nauseous. "I don't think…" Marron bit out, "I can do that…to Valese, I mean." The girl was the sweetest most innocent person she'd met…it would be horrendous to do that to someone she just found friendship in.
"Of course you can," Trunks scoffed. "You are Marron Chestnut, you are smart, you are hot and you don't take shit from anyone," he said proudly as he crossed his arms over his chest. He really did mean it… Did Marron drive him up a wall? Yes in more ways than one. Either with beauty or infuriating him, she knew how to work him up. If she could handle him, Valese is just another obstacle in her way.
"Trunks," Marron held the taller man by his forearms, pulling him down to her level. "We can't do it this way," she said.
"Then how else?" There was a false sense of hope, that Marron actually had different thoughts in mind. Some sense of doubt so that he could swoop in without guilt. "Don't tell me you're backing out…"
"I…" To be honest, Marron's thoughts have been far too concerned with Trunks; her short stints of jealousy seemed to become less and less intense. Calling to question the one scary fact that lingered in her mind— did she want to pursue Goten still?
She still felt her heart skip a beat around him, but was that just learned behavior? Or was it something else brimming within her? "You go ahead, I think I need to have a little more time to prep myself…" Marron sighed, her arm falling from Trunks'. His eyes remained on the crestfallen expression on Marron's face, but against his better judgment…he went ahead without her.
Trunks caught the blonde sulking in the corner seat of the bar, he let out an exasperated sigh as he looped around his arm around his waist, turning the blonde around. "And why are you all doom and gloom," Trunks said. The intimate touch sent chills down her spine, her cheeks were already red from the alcohol.
"Why do you think ?" Marron grumbled glancing over to the happy couple dancing, the object of her dubious affection swaying sensually with someone who wasn't her.
"Oh come on," Trunks rolled eyes, his elbows propped from behind the counter. His head tilted as he watched the brunette spin into Goten's arms, an enormous grin on her face whilst doing so. "We can wipe the floor with them," Trunks said, nudging the blonde in her side.
Marron quirked a brow at him, "I do not dance."
Trunks scoffed, feigning a shot to the heart. "I never want to hear you say that again," Trunks snipped back at her, pointing an accusatory finger at the blonde. How could she say such a thing? She was so quick to give up before she attempted anything.
"You said you don't fly but I've seen you do it with my own two eyes," Trunks said, casting a glance over to her. "Besides, dancing is like martial arts in a way," he said, watching as the blonde took another sip of her martini.
He got up from his seat and held out his hand, "dance with me."
Not a request, not a question. Per Trunks Briefs fashion, it was a demand .
Marron frowned, this idiot was indeed something special. She wasn't sure what it was, maybe it was the atmosphere they were in…the feel of his hand on the small of her back. He had…something different about him today. Marron could see it under all the smoke and lights. She was convinced she had too much to drink for thoughts like hers to creep into her mind.
But he was absolutely overtaking her senses, the air was humid and thick and she couldn't tell if it was from the tropical environment or the fire burning in her heart. Any thought of Goten and Valese was stripped from her mind, leaving her with just Trunks. Only Trunks. No one else but Trunks. Before, she would have freaked out in such tight confines, his rock hard body against hers…but now it was like she was under some sort of spell…or curse…
Marron's eyes stayed connected to his, the blonde's lips were slightly agape in her state of hypnosis. His eyes were warm…glazed over with a look she'd never seen before. Her eyes became shifty, was she seeing things? "Had a little bit too much to drink, Briefs?" Marron stuttered over her words, her cheeks flush from the intimate closeness.
"Not at all," Trunks smirked.
Marron's face grew into a deeper shade of red. He was willingly turning the charm on for her? "Oh…" Marron responded breathlessly. As the pace of the song quickened, Marron felt as he twirled the blonde, to now face Goten. The two partners swapped, and now rather than glancing at the lavender-haired idiot, she was met with a pair of determined onyx eyes.
Goten…was right in front of her… his eyes were on her , watching her every move. Her body moved rhythmically with the beat, his hands grabbing a hold of the small of her back and pulling her close. She was absolutely breathless, but despite feeling stunned by her dance partner, in his aura and arms…she would occasionally turn back to check on Trunks.
Watching him dance with Valese made her feel something odd in the pit of her stomach. She couldn't pinpoint just what that was, but Trunks didn't hold Valese how he held her…he didn't hold her nearly as close, nor watch her with the same libidinous gaze.
And though as she watched Trunks, she failed to notice that Goten was practically drinking her in. As his hands held her body and guided her through the song, she turned to face him once more, her meekness daring to come through in front of him. "You're pretty good," Marron commented.
"Thanks," Goten smirked back, as he spun her straight into his arms and dipped her. Goten's eyes looked up to Trunks who seemed to look visibly irritated as he watched the two. Goten brought Marron back up, her forehead pressed against his as the pace quickened. Another spin.
There was a passing glance to Valese as Marron wound back in her original dance partner's arms. Trunks glanced down to Marron, his knee between her legs pressed closely against her as he guided her waist to the beat. "Relax, Marron," he said against her ear, "you gotta let go."
The minty breath against her neck elicited a shiver that crawled down her spine. Dancing shouldn't feel this…exposed? Should it? It felt like being in his arms, swaying to the beat of the music was bringing forth emotions she didn't know what to do with.
She glanced up into the royal blue eyes, letting herself get swayed in the rhythm. Two bodies pressed against each other as her hands ran up his forearms to around the back of his neck, playing with the lavender hair. Meanwhile his hands wanted to plunge into the thick blonde tresses.
Take her there and then, with a kiss…maybe more…
The best part about being in this microcosm of a moment was that Goten didn't get to enjoy it, Trunks thought to himself as his forehead pressed against Marron's. A smirk threatened to lace on his lips as he watched as her body rolled effortlessly back onto him. It was magnetic.
Marron felt like she was in a room all alone by his side, she caught on very quickly to the dance. Trunks dipped her this time, unconcerned with looking at his best friend, and watching as Marron was lost in the exhilaration of it all, she was carefree and wild. Her nimble hands pressed against the exposed part of his chest, her body swaying on its own. Trunks watched her, completely hypnotized by her.
As the song ended, the two were absolutely breathless. Not that dancing was tiring to the two trained martial artists but something in the air had made it harder to breathe in each other's presence. She felt the eyes of the people around them, watching wide eyed. Including Goten, whose expression Marron couldn't read. Valese gave the blonde a cheeky looking grin, as she took her by the hand and guided her to the restroom.
"Wow," Valese said breathlessly, her hand to her chest. "Y'know when I was dancing with Trunks, I noticed he was a much better dancer than my Goten…" she pointed out, "but when he got his hands back on you…it was like fireworks," she was practically swooning at this point. Marron's face was flush at Valese's comments.
"You gotta tell me, Mar," she said with a small smirk on her lips, "he must be a beast in the bedroom."
Marron's face grew a deeper red. How could she make it believable that she had sex with Trunks? God…even the thought was repulsively…hot… She tried to not think of him in that way, for the sake of her own sanity, and her own mental health. For crying out loud, he was a ripped pretty boy who oozes sex appeal.
Could she imagine what he would look like? Well she's never tried it, she'd always tried picturing Goten, in all his boyish charm. "Ahaha," Marron chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of her neck. "Well…yeah…" Marron coughed trying to kill the conversation before she would go and ask more questions about a sex life that doesn't exist.
"Oh well," Valese began, a pout on her lips. "You must be lucky with a stud like him," she tapped her arm, lightly a giggle escaping past her lips. Marron couldn't quite read her, "you wanna swap?"
Marron was taken aback by the question, hitching her breath in response. If this was a month or two ago, Marron wouldn't hesitate to tell her a loud and resounding yes. But, she was…protective over her fake idiot boyfriend. "What?" Marron asked, her voice couldn't help but drip in acid at her friend's question.
Valese's green eyes flew open in surprise. "I'm joking!" Valese laughed, "oh my gosh, I didn't think you would take that seriously!"
What was she supposed to say? Laugh? "Oh…sorry," Marron held her tongue back. "I just didn't get the joke…"
A thick silence settled between the two women. "I think we should–" Marron interjected, her eyes glancing over to the exit of the restroom. Valese nodded as the two women exited the restroom and the energy that was once infectious seemed to have been zapped away.
Marron languidly walked over to Trunks, her hand snaked around his forearm catching him by surprise. He leant over to the shorter woman whose hand cupped over his ear. "Let's get some drinks and get out of here?" Marron said.
The temptation tickled him, as his lips curled into a grin. His eyes scanned over to the pouting Valese and equally as concerned Goten, and back down to the grinning blonde who tugged at his arm. Her head motioned behind her towards the exit of the club.
The two buzzed adults held onto each other as they managed to stumble into their room. Coordination certainly wasn't their forte, in their somewhat inebriated state. Marron kicked off her heels as her hand stayed on Trunks' for stability. His arms encircling around her small waist, as the two fell onto the bed, his back against the mattress and Marron laying over him.
"Hey…" Marron whispered into a giggle tucking a stray blonde hair behind her ear.
"Hey," he replied back, a lazy grin hanging from his lips as he watched the woman's devious twinkle in her eyes.
"Can you do me a favor?" Marron asked, watching as the hybrid smiled softly at her. He doesn't think he's ever seen her the way she was tonight her emotional walls were gone, it was pure unadulterated Marron who was before him, and fortunately, it wasn't the sad drunk he recalled from their first re-encounter.
"Can we pretend again, tonight?" Marron murmured her fingers tugging at her sweetheart neckline, giving him an ample view of her bosom. She could feel his rapid heartbeat against her body, finding it harder to pull from the lull of their synchronized rhythms. Though the lights were dim, with only the moonlight to light the path to each other's bodies, Marron could see the heat that arose from his core to the very tips of his ears.
"Pretend?" Trunks groaned, restraining his own lust within himself as his hands traced a route from the outside of her knees up to her plump behind that pressed against his aching erection. "I don't know if I can pretend anymore," Trunks responded in a hushed voice, before pressing his lips against her neck and traveling up to behind her ears.
The scent of her perfume, mixed with the sudden musk of arousal. Marron's soft sights dangled over Trunks' ears, creating a quiet symphony of lust. The heat from his lips and the outdoors blended in an unexpected way. "Trunks, please," Marron cast a glance to the side, her face feverish and embarrassed. "I like when we pretend," she sighed into another kiss, feeling as his arms wrapped tighter around her.
The kiss was feral in nature, finding ecstasy between their lonesome lips. Quietly, the desire became all too consuming to resist. The warmth of the seaside, and their insides, lead to a further desperation to commit the one thing they would have never thought of. "We're already alone together in this bed," Marron whispered out, triggering a blush to spread across all of Trunks' body. "What difference does it make?"
Consumed with the culmination of their desire, he found himself catching her lips. Softly at first, as the cold taste of pineapple and coconut invaded his tongue. But as he found himself delving deeper in the stormy seas of Marron's mind and soul.
His kisses were desperate. She didn't expect that from someone like him, but the overwhelming fashion he overtook her senses made her feel the desperation and need for his touch. Gentle "I need you's" under his breath, it was so entirely unexpected to Marron…just how tender he could be. How utterly enraptured she was in his universe, they were in their own world far from the inhabitants of Earth.
She wanted to stay there, they were both so touch-starved and so lonely. It was better to keep eachother in this moment, filling the void of the lovers they yearned for. There was a gentle nibble on the tips of her ear as the warmth from his breath heated the cold extremities.
Her body was overcome by chills, as his fingers roamed atop her soaked panties. She threw her head forward, capturing his lips in a heated exchange, soft mewls escaping from her as his thumb gently pressed against her mound.
Trunks paused, shutting his eyes as he shook his head removing his hands. "No, we shouldn't," he barely got out watching as Marron's expression dropped.
"Why?"
"We're not—we can't—" The truth was, if he did this now there would be no point of return. He knew how she felt, sure…but he also knew of what Marron felt for Goten.
"Trunks, wait…" Marron sat back up, feeling rather exposed as she covered herself in the sheets of the bed. Trunks' expression was unreadable to her. Did he really find her that repulsive? So much so to stop in the throes of arousal and leave her hot and bothered?
Do I want this? Marron asked. Her body clearly did…what's one more step?
Trunks covered his face. He wanted this. He knows he did, he couldn't deny the clear attraction he had to her anymore…it became far too real. His eagerness to please her nearly took him over. If he remained in this room with her the way she was now, and the way he felt…it'd be difficult to go back.
So many boundaries he'd set up for himself have been trampled over. "Marron, I can't in good conscience do this…" Trunks sighed out "we're just a bit tipsy, and need to sober up…"
"Am I really so bad?" Marron finally asked, her voice faltering. The question took Trunks by surprise, watching her crestfallen expression. She felt repulsed within herself, coming on so strongly to him would only confuse the both of them more.
But why was it so wrong to desire each other? Was it the silent fear of rejection that permeated their relationship? She'd so willingly and eagerly take him to bed, while holding out hope for Goten. How is that fair?
And on the other side of the coin, Trunks maintained he had no feelings for Marron as a front, but all this trip has done is show him the silent truth that hid behind their ridiculous ploy. He wanted Marron, he wanted to look at her with no reservation.
Something Goten wasn't keen on doing in his own relationship nor do with Marron, evidently. Trunks watched her longingly, feeling as pain ripped through him. "Of course not, I just know this isn't you—" Trunks again tried to hide behind his own self-affirming lies.
"I think you should go…" Marron sighed watching as Trunks' eyes tore from her, him blasting away from the sight leaving a trail of energy behind him.
" I am done with this Goten…" Valese bit out, her tears welling up in the corners of her eyes as she stormed across the pristine suite, her hands pulling at her brown locks.
"Babe…" Goten began, his hand outstretched as if to grab Valese's arm. "Valese…wait!" Goten exclaimed out feeling as Valese tensed herself back up, her eyes squinting at her partner.
"Goten, you didn't spend a single minute with me, the entire time you were dancing with me you were looking at Marron ," Valese hissed out. It was true, her newfound friend had suddenly become of interest to her supposed loving boyfriend–at leats in Valese's mind that's what she saw when she looked at Goten.
Her desperation for his attention had reached new heights…and something simply didn't sit well knowing how she has seen Goten look at his best friend's girlfriend.
"Val you are blowing this out of proportion!" Goten stroked his hands through his hair, as if the culminating frustration had reached a tipping point.
" No I am not, Goten. " Valese's words were clear cut, her voice so sharp it could cut. "Do you take me for an idiot? I see the way you look at her–I see what you are doing and I am not going to be second." Valese's tone had never been so acidic as it had been now.
"We are done."
Marron continued to toss and turn in her bed, it had become so difficult to rest with the thoughts of Trunks all over her. She couldn't possibly forget the burn of his touch, the trail of his hot kisses. She wanted him here with her and a small part wanted to see him come back into her room to save her from spiraling.
She needed to tell him what was haunting her mind, the inkling of emotions that are seeping into her. Had she been forcing her way with Goten, avoiding the bigger problems within herself? She couldn't possibly know but she felt as though she were being ripped at the seams between the two men.
One was right in theory and the other felt right in practice.
The truth was she hadn't thought of Goten much despite being near him so much. On top of the fact Valese had been present to kill any inkling of desire, it seems Trunks had taken precedence in her heart and mind.
So, when she heard a knock on the door, and had gone to open it rather than finding the man she wanted she found a teary-eyed Goten. Marron's lips agape at the sight of her longtime friend staring at her with a profound vacancy unlike anything she'd ever seen.
He wrapped his arms around her, pressing his lips against hers.
It wasn't right.
But it's what she wanted…wasn't it?
AN: um? :) dont kill me 3 also WOW Marron is getting some PLAY ...
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