The Foreign Transfer

Chapter 13

You looked from Trunks' shy smile to the quivering of his clenched fist, held tightly to his side. He caught your eye and quirked a brow playfully. "Yin Briefs," he repeated. His last name intertwining with your first name gave you goosebumps. It was all too simple to figure out what he meant, why he'd said it.

(He means that--if we, were to do THAT, he wants to marry me! What should I do? What should I say? Is this a--a proposal? Is he kidding? No, he's not joking with me.)

A million rapid fire thoughts swarmed around your brain, all until Trunks chuckled. He rose his hand and ruffled your hair. "Relax. Take your time. I'm not going anywhere."

(But what did he say?)

It didn't matter what he'd said. You stood at his bedroom doorway, gulping down nervousness. Trunks carefully watched your face, up until he must have realized that your brain had turned to mush. He gripped you to his firm chest and leaned over, hovering inches from your face. "Princess," he murmured, "stay in my castle. I'll guard you forever."

You nodded, giving in to the desire to be by his side all night, understanding that there was no one else but Trunks; he would be yours, forever. "Then, yes. I'll be...I mean....Yin Briefs." Then, a memory came to mind. There was something that he needed to hear, something you'd worked on. In perfect Japanese you said, "I love you, Trunks Briefs."

His lips crushed yours fiercely. Half of you wanted to moan, the other half wanting to giggle from nervousness. He wasn't holding back, and it was obvious. The strength of his grip was nearly breathtaking. You gasped, and parted from his lips trembling. "Please. G-Gentle. I'm...that is, Trunks is...f-first."

He seemed to understand enough, because his arms loosened slightly. You thumbed his pink lower lip, entranced with his features. It was difficult to part from him long enough to strip off clothing, but when you began, he turned away shyly. Off came your school blouse, tie, bra, and skirt. You crawled into the bed and hid beneath the covers, trying to tune out his own clothing falling away.

Finally, he crawled onto the bed and tucked himself beside you. "Are you sure?" He mumbled. "I'm not going to hold back. And--I don't have any of those things. Heck, I didn't think to ask if you took anything, either. Do you want a baby? Arg...what am I saying..."

(He's talking so fast I can't keep up! But, I heard baby...ah! He's right! If we were to....I might get pregnant. No, no way, not from one time, right? That only happens in novels.)

You calmed yourself down and nodded to him, noticing how adorable the flush on his cheeks were, close to your own. With the voice of firmness you answered, "I'm Yin Briefs. So if we have a baby, then as long as it's Trunks'....umm! Please, don't look at me so close!"

He chuckled in his throat. "Okay."

The two of you began by kissing again, softly as if someone would burst into the room at any moment. Then, Trunks abruptly kicked away the cover and straddled your hips. He looked up and down your body, not noticing how you bit your lip with anxiety. His hands roved across your shoulders and down, fondling the mounds that were there, and each touch brought a thrum of excitement right to your center. You shut your eyes, hoping he liked what he saw, and startled at the feeling of his mouth licking the tips of those mounds in turn.

Time blurred in a haze and fog of heat. You were drunk with desire, drunk with love and adoration, and paid no mind to anything but Trunks. His constant touch had down its job of preparation for what came next; and his length brought tears to your eyes.

(So big! Is it supposed to be this big?!)

You clenched your lips together and shut your eyes, hoping not to scream out loud. A dull whimper came out instead. Trunks paused at once. "Yin? Are you okay?"

"Yes. I'm fine."

Slowly he entered, going extremely slow, and with each thrust you sucked in a tight breath. He moaned, shut his eyes, and lowered to your left shoulder. "Yin, Yin, I'm trying to be as gentle as I can but---I'm going crazy."

"Trunks!" You gushed, grasping his back with your manicured nails. You clung to him tightly. "Oh! An, ngn~!"

He'd sped up his pace a lot, and you did your best to cling to sanity, but it was fleeting. You were riding high on the waves of him; all thoughts gone into bleakness. Tears ran down your cheeks. Then, gradually, your body stopped resisting him. He seemed to notice that and paused, stopping to search your face. "Are you...in pain?" He huffed.

"Not now. I'm fine, I think." You choked out.

Trunks wiped a stray tear away and kissed your cheek, nose, lips, before beginning again. Your legs went up and around him tightly.

"Y-Yin," he groaned.

The way he'd said your name, like it was nirvana, had a million butterflies flipping around your belly. His next thrust dove deeper, and you reacted with a loud moan, which only spurred him further. A loud clapping sound was heard as the two of you met over and over again. When you squinted open your eyes, his were teal, and his hair was blonde. Warmth, hot warmth radiated off his body. It didn't hurt, exactly, but was almost like touching a hot mug of tea before it had cooled off.

You enjoyed his heat.

So did your body, which erupted into a sudden, pleasurable spasm. The orgasm brought tears to your eyes and you cried out, "Trunks~!" as waves of it washed over your body. Only when it had faded did you realize that he had stopped, feeling your pleasure. He rose your body to his and quckly thrust before pausing at his climax. Hot, radiating lava flowed into you, burning with his half saiyan body heat. Trunks whimpered into your ear.

(This feeling, he did it, didn't he. We became one.)

"Yin...Yin, look at me," he whispered. Sweaty and panting, the two of you gazed at each other. His hair fell back down into place. "Did I hurt you? Was I too rough?"

With a smile you ran your fingers through his damp hair. "I'm fine. So, don't ever let me go. Okay? Stay with me forever. If I lost you now, I think I'd die."

"Yeah. I caught some of that. Let's get some sleep, alright?"