Trunks was very aware of her fingers and hands moving--but the part of him that cared was not being listened to. Not when everything felt so good. Kissing her, holding her, having her hold him and kiss him back. His good-sense-and-caution were small quiet voices he wasn't listening to right then.

Of course, then there was a faint crash and the mood was broken. Trunks blushed, while at the same time trying to pull Cassie closer and instantly alert. Fight or flight-mode, and he usually went straight to 'alert to fight'.