Champion of Hope

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“Sweet sword! Where’d you get it?”

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“Why didn’t you think of this before?”

   Any worry she might have had fled at his words and the tone in which they were spoken. His hands were warm on her hips, continuing to stoke the fire that their kisses had already lit within her. 

   “I’m glad,” she told him. “I’ve been wantin’ this for a long time too. Ya have to know yer a damn fine man Trunks. I feel so lucky to have ya.” Liz’s smile turned sultry, her hands filling themselves with his shirt in a gentle manner as she reluctantly stepped out of reach of those hands, tugging him along with her.

   “Bedroom is this way.” Either way then, there would be plenty of room for whatever they ended up doing, although if their thoughts were the same, it was time to make use of that small stash she still kept. She wasn’t a virgin, but it had been nearly a year since she’d had a partner. Closing the door behind them, she directed him to sit at the foot of the bed before climbing into his lap. Grinning down at him, she wrapped her arms around his neck, practically purring.

   “Well now Cowboy,” she giggled. “Looks like I got ya exactly where I want ya. Hope yer ready for a long….night.” She sealed her words with a kiss, more firey than the previous one.

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