Post-VT PSL, Trunks

[nutkrusher]

It's been a year since they left the train. She's missed him a lot - and everyone close to her damn well knows it. But she hasn't just sit around pining for him in the intervening months. She's trained to further master the use of her new gifts - and to pass as many of them onto others as she can. Earthrealm will continue to need defenders, after all, both in the Special Forces and outside of them.

Mind, the debriefing after her return was a bitch and a half. They had a hard enough time accepting the whole being-able-to-fly-just-by-learning-how bit.

But things had gotten a lot better after that. She'd made Commander, for one. She'd also led a mission to take out the Great Cathedral of the Netherrealm without suffering a single casualty. Meanwhile, Jacqui and her fine band of misfits and nerds in the Tech Unit claimed to be making progress in the field of interrealm communication and transport.

She should've figured the peace wouldn't last. Turns out Kronika had a problem with how unbalanced things had gotten. And when the Mistress of Time has a problem, everyone has a problem. Now past and present have collided, old folks are running into their younger selves, and old baddies who should've stayed dead are back alive again.

It's easy for the being who sculpted the sands of time to stay one step ahead of her enemies. But Cassie's newfound power hadn't been part of her design. The fight has been long, and not without losses, but they've gutted it out - victory is in sight. Kronika is now cornered, surrounded within her Hourglass Chamber by the realms' greatest heroes, who now have her all-important crown in their possession. But Kronika and her daughter Cetrion are not beaten yet - and defeating the former is more easily talked about than accomplished.

Cassie's body erupts with green light as she looses a Shadow Kick against the corrupted nature goddess. It's now or never - this one's for all the realms.

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[light_of_willpower]

"I see." Trunks murmured, grinning at her. "You only missed me for my body." He was teasing her--and without blushing!

Still, she was pulled further into him, onto him. His mouth seeking hers again. They should have time for a good reunion, with shower and clean-up before dinner.

[nutkrusher]

"No," Cassie says, continuing to smile even as their lips meet over and over again. "But I have been awfully hungry."

This is just a bit of an understatement, considering she'd been thinking about this moment long enough to have the bed reinforced. As much as she loves their emotional intimacy, and the easy feeling she gets around him, she can't deny how absolutely hot she is for him too.

Really, when there's a room with both a bed and a Trunks in it, there's only one place her mind can go. And it's exactly where their bodies are going.

[light_of_willpower]

It was probably a good thing.

Out of practice, and yet they fell together seamlessly like very little time had passed at all. Soft kisses and touches mixed with fiery passion and want. Equal participants, and as thoughtful to each other as ever. Although it had been in other contexts when he'd said it, Trunks had come prepared.

Neither kept track of the time. Blankets and pillows were askew, clothing dropped or tossed wherever. Laying in each other's arms, curled close, and Trunks idly finger-combing her longer hair. Cuddling while in the blissful high.

[nutkrusher]

She'd lay here forever if she could. There isn't a single part of him that doesn't feel good to touch. She'd missed this feeling so much - pressing against him, skin to skin. She almost likes it even better than the sex itself. She may, in fact, whisper words to that effect a couple of times during their quiet post-coital cuddling.

After a while, she hums.

"Tempted as I am to go hungry and just have you for dinner, we probably should think about getting up soon."

[light_of_willpower]

"Probably showering too." Trunks murmured, nose buried against her scalp by her forehead and ear. Breathing her in, letting her being there suffuse his senses. "Probably safer if we do so separately."

[nutkrusher]

Cassie chuckles. "Yeah. We'll have time for more of that later."

Later. It's occurring to her that that's something they have now. Her smile grows wider and warmer as the thought occurs to her.

She is rather reluctant to pull away from him, but eventually she manages it. Military discipline does count for something, after all.

[light_of_willpower]

A low laugh met her words, along with Trunks tilting her head up for another kiss. A very warm and longing kiss, still feeling the high. Reluctant to let her go quite yet.

But when she does pull away from him, he lets her go. Breathing a sigh of contentment, and turning to watch her as she moved. "Any curveballs I should be expecting?"

[nutkrusher]

Cassie pauses in her voyage toward the bathroom.

"Prepping you for dinner with my parents? I probably should've thought of that."

She raises a finger to her lips, miming being deep in thought.

"Well, I'd say 'Just relax and be yourself,' but that might make you do the opposite and tense up. So my advice is 'Freak out and be really self-conscious about it.' You'll feel so much pressure to feel pressure that you'll end up messing up and having a relaxing meal instead."

[light_of_willpower]

Trunks loved how she moved. In combat or outside of it--she was never not graceful and deadly. Teasing.

"Is that supposed to be reassuring." Asked with a grin, and a little laugh.

[nutkrusher]

"Kinda," she says. "Did it work?"

She doesn't wait for an answer before leaning across from her current position to get just far enough in reach to kiss him.

"I'm not worried. I know you, and you'll do great with them. Mom liked you enough on the train, right?"

[light_of_willpower]

Trunks was good. He kept from reaching for her; only returning the kiss. Then raking a hand through his mussed hair. "Enough that she dragged me into the kitchen to learn to cook, or would let me help her exhaust herself with a sparring partner."

It would have to do. Honestly Trunks wasn't sure who he could BE but himself.

[nutkrusher]

"See? That's already more than she's done with everyone else I've ever dated," Cassie says. "That's damn near family levels of trust."

[light_of_willpower]

"Knowing Blade, I believe that statement." Trunks murmured, darting his head briefly to kiss her cheek. "Go shower, Cassie. Unless you really do want me to join you." Okay, maybe he was blushing a bit with that last statement.

[nutkrusher]

Cassie chuckles as she turns, letting her ponytail swish over her shoulder.

"Careful. You just might talk me into it."

But she's grabbing a towel and heading to the shower even as she says it. Best not to get too ahead of themselves.

[light_of_willpower]

The smile he gave her was sweet, affectionate, just for her. Watching her go, before stretching his arms out as he sat up.

Hopefully she knew she could take as long as she needed. He never took long showers unless they were with her. He also could dry himself well-enough with his ki. Instead, he got up and started picking up their clothes.

Then out came the Capsule Wardrobe as he searched for something that would be appropriate to wear.

[nutkrusher]

Although she certainly won't be rushing when there's a semi-occasion to prepare for, she won't give him too much time either. She's used to showering on Army time, after all, and has learned a few tricks for getting herself looking good quickly for good measure. (Because you've really gotta hustle to stand out when everybody's wearing the same outfit).

Her clothes when she returns are slightly on the higher end of casual. Naturally, she's wearing the hell out of them.

[light_of_willpower]

Trunks has managed to find a pair of more casual black slacks that aren't combat pants. Paired with a plain blue tee-shirt it'll have to do, along with his usual boots. Everything but the boots are taken with him, and while he's not military--his shower wasn't long either.

Cassie would sense a quick burst of ki, likely to dry himself. When he does come out, he's smoothing his hair down into something approximating neat. It's the best he can do, and at least he's tucked the shirt in and using a belt. That'll count for something, right?

"Okay, I....think I'm ready."

[nutkrusher]

"Hmm...almost. Do you mind?"

Cassie doesn't wait for an answer as she walks over to the nightstand and quickly grabs her Second Emergency Brush from the drawer.

She'll be on him in a second, steadily brushing his hair and setting his bangs into the best possible place. It won't take her long.

She beams as she sets the brush aside and takes a close look at him.

"There. Perfect."

And then, because she can't resist, she leans in for a kiss.

[light_of_willpower]

Trunks blinks, but stayed still. An amused smile came to his face when she proceeded to brush his hair properly. Her kiss was met with a small laugh, before she was kissed in turn. Her hand being sought as he moved to twine their fingers.

He could do this. He'd seen Johnny's movies, and heard Cassie's stories. Sonya and he had worked on the train together and gotten along. She'd even stopped calling him ridiculous nicknames by the end. Mostly.

[nutkrusher]

Trunks can certainly smell the pork roast before they even come out together. It's a sizable one - though whether it's big enough, even Cassie has her doubts.

At any rate, Johnny Cage, dressed in a truly ridiculous chef's hat and apron and still wearing his trademark sunglasses, has just taken it out of the oven.

"Oh, hey, look who's right on time! Hope this is big enough for the two of you - Cass tells me you're some kind of space alien."

[light_of_willpower]

"Sort of. Half-saiyan." Trunks replied. "Although I was born on Earth." Trunks had also clearly been taught his manners, as he helped Cassie to her seat. "From what I've learned, they're basically not too different from humans in some ways, but very different in another. Heightened senses and high metabolisms being one of those differences."

Only taking his own once Cassie was seated, with an affectionate brush of his hand against her shoulder.

[nutkrusher]

Johnny turns his attention to the stovetop, stirring with his spoon.

"Well, not to worry, if it's not enough, we've got the super-secret Carlton family gravy recipe to keep you goin'."

Beat.

"At least, I'm pretty sure I made it right."

Sonya smiles drily at Trunks. "If all else fails there is a pizza place down the road."

"Hey! Are you expressing a lack of confidence in my cooking prowess?"

Cassie chimes in. "No, we just remember the Meatloaf Incident."

"That was three years ago! I've gotten WAY better at not burnin' stuff since then!"

Cassie turns to Trunks and smiles. She hopes the family banter is at least something he can get used to, if he isn't used to it already.

[light_of_willpower]

Trunks just stayed quiet, but it was a good quiet. A small smile on his face, as he listened. It felt 'right', so to speak. Yes, he was the outsider, but the mood between them all was the right kind of mood.

"Thank you for cooking, Mr. Cage."

[nutkrusher]

"Hey, don't be giving me all this 'Mr. Cage' stuff right now."

Beat.

"'Cause right now it's CHEF Cage."

Cassie and Sonya both groan chuckle.

[light_of_willpower]

"Thanks for cooking, Chef Cage." Trunks replied, still with an easy smile. "General Blade dragged me into the kitchen on the train to learn how a few times, but I'm still not up for cooking for other people for fun."