Disclaimer: I don't own anything, yeah?
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Notes: Last chapter. Hee. Thank you so much to everyone who's followed this story. There were times I felt like trashing it, because I found it so hard to write from a guy's perspective, but your comments and support kept me going.
So, love to Asanra, Starr, leelee, Burned, Angie, Lily, Jack Ichijouji, Tasha, Mallory, Jen, Marron Babe, Lunia, LL, chocolateblood, Bloodlust Night, Tok, I Won't Tell, Punkygal, Mason, K-Chan, Blue Fire, Marron Kuri, Snoro, Witchyprincess, Linda, Annz, Marron12, Punk Chick, Tessa, Mar-Chan, Carmen, Jess74, Trunks Luver, Goti-Chan, Chula, Celie, Sweetprincess, Trixie-Gal, WhitePiper, B-chan, aqua-illusions, Mewlon, BishounenChaser, Lil Melfina64, Zany Enchantress, Sailor Neptune, Marron, TextQ, Marron- Trunks Forever, Eric, Angelic Fairy, JadedBest, Cka3ka, Little Rose, Princess M-Chan, Eugene, Kin Tenshi Akiko, Starry-Eyez888, Darkpride, sledge, Kara, AGalaxiaGoddess, Meggy Weggy, Skull-Person, Tupper, Sqo980, Trisha, Anna, Maria, Misha, Anti-Love, Darksaiyengolei, Mei Hamasaki, trunkslover1, and Diana. *deep breath*
...Okay! On with the chapter.
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Chapter 28: Make an Honest Man of Me.
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So I bought her the popcorn, and we shared it, laughed at all the cliché moments in the chick flick Mar had picked out, wandered out of the cinema into the arcade, and | sulked after Marron beat me at Time Crisis. Things were just as they were before coffee-gate, as Marron calls it, but the difference was that I wasn't hiding all these pent up feelings and angsting about how best to express them. And I wasn't hiding anything anymore. Mar knew everything now, about Kate, about my insecure disposition, and about how much of a 'nympho' I was (her words, not mine). And she wasn't exactly happy about the things I'd done, but she wasn't screeching or backhanding me, so that was a good thing, in my book. And, as she took my hand and pulled me over to look in a shop window, I knew there wasn't any chance of losing her anytime soon. She was stubborn enough not to give up on me after all the screwing around I'd done, and so I decided it was my turn to prove just how much I loved her. So I waited.
But, as the days and nights alone in bed passed by, I started to worry a little. Not that I'd ever admit it, but I was nervous. Really, really nervous, in fact. And there was every reason to be, or so my mind had decided. How would I compare to her other boyfriends? What if something went wrong? What if I couldn't satisfy her? What if, as Goten asked me when I told him why I'd been in such a hideous mood all week, I couldn't...y'know...
So, as usual, I ended up confusing Marron. As she got more suggestive, I got more awkward. After I spurned her advances for what seemed like the millionth time, she got of my lap with a little scream of frustration and pulled me up by my t-shirt.
"Trunks, hon, can I ask one question?" she said, voice sugary sweet. I raised an eyebrow, trying to pull away, but her grip on me tightened.
"What?"
"Well, see, I was wondering something." She said quietly.
"As in?"
"As in: what the FECK is wrong with you?!"
Marron hardly ever swears. Ergo the 'feck' in the previous outburst.
I blinked, acting as if I didn't know what she was talking about, but she saw right through my 'duh' expression.
"Every time I try and get you to take things a bit further than kissing, you go all weird!" she told me with a glare. I avoided her eyes, pretending there was something really interesting just over her shoulder, and she sighed, grabbing my chin and forcing me to look at her.
"Shy, are we?" she asked with a mischievous grin.
"Of course not!" I said indignantly, and as if to prove my point, I caught her mouth in a kiss, pulling her hips against mine. Her hands entangled themselves in my hair, and she ran the tip of her tongue over my lower lip, pressing herself against me.
"See," I told her after we came up for air. "I could do you right now if I wanted to."
She gave me a smirk.
"Think so?"
"I know so." I assured her.
"Go on then."
My hands, which had been lazily stroking her back until now, stilled, and I looked away.
"What's wrong?"
"N-nothing." I muttered, disentangling myself from her and walking over into the kitchen.
"Want anything?" I asked.
"You won't give it me." she mumbled, then took off into the bedroom and slammed the door.
I sat on one of the chrome chairs and raked my fingers though my hair angrily. I was acting like some sap. I was acting like... My eyes widened as I came to a realization that nearly made me shudder. I was acting like High School Uub.
I stood up, knocking the chair over, and raced to the bedroom door, throwing it open and ignoring Marron's glare.
"I'm sorry I acted like such a jerk." I said, and she sighed, sitting on the bed and opening her mouth to reply. I cut her off though.
"I just wanted it to be, y'know, special. And I thought that - "
I stopped myself before I admitted to her that I'd been nervous. No need to tell her everything.
"That you wanted me to wait. Or something."
Marron rolled her eyes.
"I haven't had sex for three months." she told me. "So, it's safe to say that I'm not in a waiting mood right now."
I smirked.
"Well then, how about - "
Marron's grin was positively evil as she cut me off.
"How about you do me?"
"Since you put it so poetically." I murmured. And then the things I murmured a little later aren't printable. This is only rated R, after all.
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So, what happened after that? Well, lots of things. A year on, I'm still 'Mr President', and my job's getting a teensy bit more bearable now. I just reason that at the end of the day, Marron's gonna be there, and thinking about what she's wearing gets me though meetings with suits. Plus, my cell phone has picture messaging. Go figure.
Paresu made an honest man out of Goten, and right now she's pregnant, hormonal, and enjoys taking it out on me while raiding the contents of my fridge. Goten's over the moon about it, and right now he's stepping into 'disturbingly happy' territory.
Marron? Well, remember how I asked her to marry me last year after our argument about Kate, and she said no? I think I'm gonna try again sometime soon. After all, things have changed a lot since then. I've changed. And come on, how could she refuse?
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Notes: Last chapter. Hee. Thank you so much to everyone who's followed this story. There were times I felt like trashing it, because I found it so hard to write from a guy's perspective, but your comments and support kept me going.
So, love to Asanra, Starr, leelee, Burned, Angie, Lily, Jack Ichijouji, Tasha, Mallory, Jen, Marron Babe, Lunia, LL, chocolateblood, Bloodlust Night, Tok, I Won't Tell, Punkygal, Mason, K-Chan, Blue Fire, Marron Kuri, Snoro, Witchyprincess, Linda, Annz, Marron12, Punk Chick, Tessa, Mar-Chan, Carmen, Jess74, Trunks Luver, Goti-Chan, Chula, Celie, Sweetprincess, Trixie-Gal, WhitePiper, B-chan, aqua-illusions, Mewlon, BishounenChaser, Lil Melfina64, Zany Enchantress, Sailor Neptune, Marron, TextQ, Marron- Trunks Forever, Eric, Angelic Fairy, JadedBest, Cka3ka, Little Rose, Princess M-Chan, Eugene, Kin Tenshi Akiko, Starry-Eyez888, Darkpride, sledge, Kara, AGalaxiaGoddess, Meggy Weggy, Skull-Person, Tupper, Sqo980, Trisha, Anna, Maria, Misha, Anti-Love, Darksaiyengolei, Mei Hamasaki, trunkslover1, and Diana. *deep breath*
...Okay! On with the chapter.
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Chapter 28: Make an Honest Man of Me.
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So I bought her the popcorn, and we shared it, laughed at all the cliché moments in the chick flick Mar had picked out, wandered out of the cinema into the arcade, and | sulked after Marron beat me at Time Crisis. Things were just as they were before coffee-gate, as Marron calls it, but the difference was that I wasn't hiding all these pent up feelings and angsting about how best to express them. And I wasn't hiding anything anymore. Mar knew everything now, about Kate, about my insecure disposition, and about how much of a 'nympho' I was (her words, not mine). And she wasn't exactly happy about the things I'd done, but she wasn't screeching or backhanding me, so that was a good thing, in my book. And, as she took my hand and pulled me over to look in a shop window, I knew there wasn't any chance of losing her anytime soon. She was stubborn enough not to give up on me after all the screwing around I'd done, and so I decided it was my turn to prove just how much I loved her. So I waited.
But, as the days and nights alone in bed passed by, I started to worry a little. Not that I'd ever admit it, but I was nervous. Really, really nervous, in fact. And there was every reason to be, or so my mind had decided. How would I compare to her other boyfriends? What if something went wrong? What if I couldn't satisfy her? What if, as Goten asked me when I told him why I'd been in such a hideous mood all week, I couldn't...y'know...
So, as usual, I ended up confusing Marron. As she got more suggestive, I got more awkward. After I spurned her advances for what seemed like the millionth time, she got of my lap with a little scream of frustration and pulled me up by my t-shirt.
"Trunks, hon, can I ask one question?" she said, voice sugary sweet. I raised an eyebrow, trying to pull away, but her grip on me tightened.
"What?"
"Well, see, I was wondering something." She said quietly.
"As in?"
"As in: what the FECK is wrong with you?!"
Marron hardly ever swears. Ergo the 'feck' in the previous outburst.
I blinked, acting as if I didn't know what she was talking about, but she saw right through my 'duh' expression.
"Every time I try and get you to take things a bit further than kissing, you go all weird!" she told me with a glare. I avoided her eyes, pretending there was something really interesting just over her shoulder, and she sighed, grabbing my chin and forcing me to look at her.
"Shy, are we?" she asked with a mischievous grin.
"Of course not!" I said indignantly, and as if to prove my point, I caught her mouth in a kiss, pulling her hips against mine. Her hands entangled themselves in my hair, and she ran the tip of her tongue over my lower lip, pressing herself against me.
"See," I told her after we came up for air. "I could do you right now if I wanted to."
She gave me a smirk.
"Think so?"
"I know so." I assured her.
"Go on then."
My hands, which had been lazily stroking her back until now, stilled, and I looked away.
"What's wrong?"
"N-nothing." I muttered, disentangling myself from her and walking over into the kitchen.
"Want anything?" I asked.
"You won't give it me." she mumbled, then took off into the bedroom and slammed the door.
I sat on one of the chrome chairs and raked my fingers though my hair angrily. I was acting like some sap. I was acting like... My eyes widened as I came to a realization that nearly made me shudder. I was acting like High School Uub.
I stood up, knocking the chair over, and raced to the bedroom door, throwing it open and ignoring Marron's glare.
"I'm sorry I acted like such a jerk." I said, and she sighed, sitting on the bed and opening her mouth to reply. I cut her off though.
"I just wanted it to be, y'know, special. And I thought that - "
I stopped myself before I admitted to her that I'd been nervous. No need to tell her everything.
"That you wanted me to wait. Or something."
Marron rolled her eyes.
"I haven't had sex for three months." she told me. "So, it's safe to say that I'm not in a waiting mood right now."
I smirked.
"Well then, how about - "
Marron's grin was positively evil as she cut me off.
"How about you do me?"
"Since you put it so poetically." I murmured. And then the things I murmured a little later aren't printable. This is only rated R, after all.
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So, what happened after that? Well, lots of things. A year on, I'm still 'Mr President', and my job's getting a teensy bit more bearable now. I just reason that at the end of the day, Marron's gonna be there, and thinking about what she's wearing gets me though meetings with suits. Plus, my cell phone has picture messaging. Go figure.
Paresu made an honest man out of Goten, and right now she's pregnant, hormonal, and enjoys taking it out on me while raiding the contents of my fridge. Goten's over the moon about it, and right now he's stepping into 'disturbingly happy' territory.
Marron? Well, remember how I asked her to marry me last year after our argument about Kate, and she said no? I think I'm gonna try again sometime soon. After all, things have changed a lot since then. I've changed. And come on, how could she refuse?
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