voidtreckerexpress | Open-Log--less talk, more action? With Prompts and OTA [Month of Horseshoe]

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Open-Log--less talk, more action? With Prompts and OTA [Month of Horseshoe]

Trunks had finally found his cabin, and met his room-mates. One of whom was a book. With very odd ideas, that had Trunks raising an eyebrow at it. (He didn't really do well with 'overlords' okay?) After that it had been investigating his rucksack--and he had his capsule case. With his mini-fridge (yay), but two capsules of clothes (his armor and his normal stuff) otherwise. WHERE WAS THE TIME MACHINE?!?!?!

Still, not much he could do now. Besides, he had a whole train to explore. Along with a spar--and Cassie had said she'd usually be in the gym car. Come to think of it, Trunks would probably be spending a lot of time in the gym car himself. So, time to explore his new 'home'.

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Some time after their lively exchange of gifts, Cassie has changed into her gym clothes and made her way to the gym car. After a brief period of exercise and shadowboxing alone in the corner, her favorite opponent had finally arrived.

They'd each worked up quite a sweat, with Cassie straining and glowing with each movement to give Trunks the best fight she could. Now she finds herself backed against the wall, with only the fact that Trunks is holding back keeping this fight from ending. She grabs hold of his fists in front of her face as a strained smile crosses her face. Her muscles start to relax, drawing him closer as her eyes flutter.

"Well? Come and get me, big boy."

Trunks had given his 'best', within reason, for the spar with Cassie too. Holding back only the amount that was necessary. She'd taken him off guard a few times though, flirting with him or distracting him. After the 3rd time, he'd asked her if they could actually not mix business with pleasure, so to speak. He liked her, a lot, and his focus was pretty good--but he found himself slightly annoyed at the mixing, and that wasn't something he wanted with Cassie.

It had been a bit of a blur in his mind, as they traded punches and kicks, throws and strikes, occasionally even small blasts and bursts of ki. It wasn't entirely clear how or when he'd backed Cassie back against the wall either. Something about her blocking one of his strikes and trying to grapple which he resisted to twist out of the hold. It was when she grabbed his fists that he blinked, and ignored the blush starting to appear as blue-eyes searched hers for a minute.

No, this wasn't more flirting to distract him during their spar. This was, in some ways, her way of signalling she wanted the match to end. Still, better to confirm that, especially with her words.

"Spar is over then?" Serious, blue-eyes holding hers to make sure they were on the same page. Letting his hands move to hold hers though, instead of being clenched in fists.

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"If you'd like it to be," Cassie says, making smoldering eyes at him.

Her body language suggests an affirmative answer, though. Her hands entwined with his, not pushing back. Relaxing further still, inviting him to close the distance...

"Give me a direct answer Cas, please." Maybe a hint of plea in that last word. Because he very much remembered how good she felt in his arms earlier. Yes, this was public--in some ways more public than the luggage car. But it was also later in the evening, and he promised himself he wouldn't get so lost that he wasn't 'aware' this time.

"Fight's over."

She leans her head slightly forward with a smile on her face.

"But just so you know, I'm counting this one as a win. Now kiss me already."

He could live with her counting this as a win. Bringing her hands up with his to wind around his neck, Trunks closed the distance. Eyes closing, letting his arms wind around her and press closer. Kissing her, and enjoying it as much as every time.

This time she lets him take the lead, pleased to know that he's growing more confident every time they're together. That he's getting comfortable with the idea that he's somebody's boyfriend. Her boyfriend.

She lets her fingers drift and trace around his neck and his broad shoulders as she kisses him, deeply and passionately.

He was a quick learner, and Trunks had warned Cassie about that early on. He was becoming more comfortable with being a boyfriend, her boyfriend in particular, in some ways. This was all new, and thankfully Cassie didn't seem inclined to push him to move faster than he was ready for.

Kissing her though, feeling her toned curves in his arms, holding her close... It was so very nice, and a bit of an adrenaline rush as much as sparring was at times. He couldn't have cared less that they were both sweaty and tired from a spar--her being a skilled fighter was just one more plus in his book.

A bit hesitantly at first, he let one hand move up along her spine, then back down. Never daring past her hips, but tracing muscle and skin. Shifting, blushing the whole time, to press small kisses against her hair, her ear and face, towards her neck. Light kisses, nothing that would mark her.

In the meantime, Cassie starts to run her fingers more freely. She starts by moving up, caressing his long, soft hair. It isn't long, though, before her left hand begins slowly tracing along his spine. She might be inclined to go a little lower than Trunks is at the moment, if only to encourage him.

Trunks isn't sure how soft his hair is, post spar, but he's not complaining either. Instead he's nuzzling Cassie's neck and ear, taking in her scent (ignoring the sweat) and just enjoying holding her so close against him. Just enjoying holding her, period.

Cassie's eager to cooperate with wherever he wants to go, nuzzling him in turn, letting her hand drift just low enough to encourage him but not lower than he feels comfortable with at the moment. She's increasingly enjoying being held, as well as holding him in turn.

She catches his lips again between its explorations elsewhere, picking her moments to sample him on her own. His nose, his chin. But he's still leading this time around. And she still likes it, very much.

It's more like the confidence he showed in battle, or during their spar. Not that he wasn't still easy to fluster, as Cassie had found out earlier. Trunks was also finding out that he liked that Cassie could be softer. He'd seen hints of it, including when they talked about less pleasant aspects of their pasts. But mostly that was because he liked her--her fire and her less obvious sweeter-side. It was a balance.

Less aware this time of her fingers and where they might be, than just of her in general. Kissing and being kissed, holding and being held by her. Focusing on just that for now.

What excites her most about him, more than the fact that he's strong and handsome, is his general...Trunks-ness. He's confident, but quiet. Strong, with a warrior's spirit, but a gentle heart. Easy to talk to (and fun to tease, of course).

She's given herself in to the feel of him. Perhaps a little too much, in fact. For just a split second, as her lips meet his again, she starts to forget herself. Her hand slips a little too low. And then squeezes slightly, grabbing a hefty helping.

As aware as he was, she still surprised him. He couldn't quite help it either, as Trunks jumped when she touched, then squeezed his behind. Not the kind of break to the kiss that was wanted, and his face was bright red.

Mostly he wasn't sure how to feel right then, aside from embarrassed. Pleased, flattered, nervous, shy... All going through his brain and bringing the mood down for him, although he still held her.

Cassie's head dips and her cheeks flush as her eyes turn away, though the nervous smile on her face indicates she's not that sorry about it.

"Whoops."

"Sorry." Although Trunks wondered why he was apologizing, as he moved just a bit for some space between them. Just a bit, although his arms stayed around her waist. "I..uhm..I'm...flattered, just...that's..this..." Stammering as he tried to make sense of the thoughts in his brain.

"Nah, it's...I got a little carried away there," Cassie says. "I don't want to do anything you don't feel comfortable with."

She lifts her eyes to meet his and her expression softens.

"It's okay if you've still got boundaries. We're not in any hurry."

Despite the fact that his face is red, Trunks is smiling gently. "I do appreciate, that you're willing to go at my pace."

"For the record, you're really good at this for someone who's never gotten the chance before."

"Th-thank you." Because what else did one say to a compliment like that? "I mean, it's...I just kind of focus on you, and on wanting you to feel good." God he was never going to stop blushing with this conversation was he?

"Although I would definitely like us to find more privacy, if we're going to be doing this regularly."

Cassie cups her hand on his face. "Well, it's worked."

She leans in for a quick kiss.

"We'll have to hit the quiet car sometime. Or find time during a mission."

Leaning into the touch, Trunks moved his hand to cover hers. Still blushing, but smiling at her, softly, affectionately. "Those sound like very good ideas."

"We'll find a time and place," Cassie says. "I'm not worried about that."

She pauses, leaning in to touch forehead to forehead.

"And if nothing else, you'll always be able to find me."

Squeezing her hand where it cupped his face, and the thumb of his other hand brushed against her waist where he held her affectionately. "True. I learned your signature early. As long as you're alive and in my sensing range, I can find you."

Cassie's voice lowers to match the close distance between them.

"I'll bet. What do I feel like?"

Sparring Thread, Second Half of Horseshoe, Mild Warning for PG-13 BF/GF Funtimes

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