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Out of this world 20




Instead of answering, he lifted me in the air and put me on my shoulders. A little puzzled, I hung on his body while he carried me into the bathroom.


"Hey! Neanderthals ?! I have actually been able to walk for 19 years or do you want to ..."


"Exactly." - he answered shortly and gave me a little pat on the back.


OK, he didn't want it any other way! Innocently, I put my hand on his back - one quick movement and triumphantly held his furry tail firmly in my hand.


"What the hell ...?" - I felt his steps slowing down and his grip loosing too. A little effort - and I was standing on the floor.


"Well, Trunks. Didn't your father teach you never to neglect your cover?""- amused, I watched him gasping for air, breathing quickly.


"Yes, but it's different with you."


"And what, please, should be different here? Could you explain to me what the difference is?"


He looked at me incredulously. "Could it be that you have a memory loss?"


I made the most innocent facial expression I could ever bring about.


"Why are you so cold and cold to me today? Are you grumpy?"


"It's just my way." - I explained to him - "that has nothing to do with you. Now I'm not always tender and sensitive."


"Marriage snappy and sarcastic."


"Exactly. But ... as far as common bathing is concerned ..."


"Yes?" - he tried in vain to let his voice ring cold and disinterested.


"That would really not be bad. After all, we should be nice and clean when we go on the trip to NewNamek. Besides ..." - wasn't there disappointment in his eyes?I ran my hand over his skin. It was amazing that this warrior had such soft, delicate skin.


"... maybe I will need your help. E.g. scrubbing the back ..."




That bitterness in his eyes again. Oh God! I didn't mean that. Why can't I just be nice to him? Especially after SO one night! And what did he say before? He needs me and doesn't want to be alone anymore? Now...


"Trunks? Do you remember ... your request ..." - I didn't dare to talk any further.




"I understand. Your place is not here. Of course. Of course I will do everything possible to get you home."


He was about to turn around when I grabbed his shoulder, shaking my head. I bet I heard his half-suppressed growl.




"Leave it, please. I know exactly how you feel about me." - He looked me straight in the eyes and literally spat the last sentence in my face.- "Namely nothing."


"Trunks, I love you." - He blinked. Shook his head vigorously, as if he wasn't unsure of his clear mind. His cock lashed angrily in my direction and before I could react, I felt a pain on my cheek. And then ... all I saw was asterisks.




Blood. I smelled it, saw my fingers as I touched my face and had to suppress a cry of pain, as hellishly as it hurt me. It was my own blood that ... wait a minute! What happened?


His eyes that looked down at me in horror, his face as pale as death. What's the matter, Trunks? Why are you staring at me like that? My memory slowly returned. I was lying on the floor, my head on his knees, his trembling hands hugging my body.


Realizing this, I pulled myself out of his embrace and crawled off his knees to the floor, reached the wall, which thank God wasn't too far, and tried to get up.After the third attempt, I stood rocking on my legs. My rather foggy gaze met his.




"Was ... that just ... your answer ..." - I felt dizzy for a moment- "Your answer? I have to admit - that was pretty clear." My knees gave way for a moment and I slumped back to the floor.






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