The Honeymoon Continues

THE HONEYMOON CONTINUES

This is the follow-up to my story, "The Honeymoon Night." Just like "Romance Evolving" is a longer, more romance-oriented follow-up to the flat-out sexual "Friendship Evolving," that's the case here as well. This story picks up right where the last one left off, the day after Mirai Trunks's marriage to Jennifer Bengoshi. (See the previous story for more details)

I've got more chapters coming up later. And please leave me a review of this chapter, whether you liked it or even if you didn't.

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Chapter One

Jennifer, feeling Mirai stir, gradually awoke. "Morning," she said sleepily.

"Morning yourself," her new husband said, smiling gently at her. "Did you sleep well?"

"Sure did," she replied, sliding closer to him. "How about yourself?"

"The best sleep of my life." He pulled her the rest of the way to him, resting her head on his muscled chest. She nuzzled against it softly. "For the first time in a long while, I didn't have any nightmares."

She planted a kiss over his heart. "I'm so glad to hear it. I hope I can always keep them away." He deserved nothing but the peaceful sleep of the just, and she'd do whatever was necessary to ensure he got it. "Any idea what we're going to do today?"

He shook his head; when they were planning this honeymoon, they had decided not to have anything resembling a specific itinerary, choosing instead to let each day's activities be completely spontaneous. Between his hellacious upbringing in the other timeline, and her high-pressure legal career, neither had ever had much unstructured leisure time, or for that matter, leisure time at all. Now, for the first time in their adult lives, they had an entire month without any responsibilities, and they were going to enjoy it.

And each other.

"Well, how about some breakfast? Or maybe a shower?"

"Let's go ahead and place an order with room service, and hopefully it'll be ready by the time we're done with our shower."

"Allow me," Jennifer said. She rose from the bed and walked to the room's Accomodation Console, purposefully putting a lot of jiggle in her stride. Mirai's gaze was drawn to his new wife's perfect ass, and he blushed softly. Sitting down at the computer, she threw a provocative wink over her shoulder at him, then navigated through the menus until she reached the one for Room Service. "What would you like?"

"One of everything," he responded without hesitation, and she had to bite her lip to keep from chuckling. Given his sweetness and shyness and overall quiet, gentle demeanor, it was easy to forget that the alien race which contributed half his genes had bestowed upon him a tremendous appetite. She made the requested selection, added her own, much more modest choice (several pancakes, some bacon, and coffee), then submitted the order. In most circumstances, such a massive request probably would have taken the whole day to fill, but these were not most circumstances. As their wedding present, Dr. and Mrs. Briefs had rented the entire gigantic hotel for a whole month for the happy couple to enjoy alone. The entire kitchen staff was thus available.

"Order placed," she said, rising from the chair. She walked back to the bed and extended her hand, which Mirai took in his own. Getting up, he began to walk to the bathroom with her. They began to kiss, gently pressing first their lips together, then their bodies. For several moments, they made no sound, save their shallow breaths; for several moments, they made no movement, save their hands slowly moving over each other's skin. At last, they hesitantly broke the kiss.

"I love you, Jennifer," he whispered, as he looked into her emerald eyes. "The day I met you was the luckiest of my life, and I pray that I can make you anywhere near as happy as you make me."

For once, she was the one who blushed. "Oh, Mirai, my love..." she responded softly, meeting his gaze. "You do make me happy. You make me happier than I ever thought possible. And that day we met, was my luckiest as well." As they held one another, she reached over to the control panel on the wall. Pushing a couple of buttons, the shower activated, water hissing out of the jets. They stepped into the spray and closed the curtain behind them.

"Our first shower together as husband and wife," she said with a smile. He chuckled.

"Our first shower together, period."

"Oh, shush." She gave him a playful smack on the rear, which he reciprocated. The hot water continued to cascade around them as they massaged and groped and generally enjoyed each other's ass. Jennifer cooed softly. "I see you're getting over your shyness pretty quick now that we're married," she said, and as his cheeks reddened again, she added, "Though I hope you never lose that blush of yours. It's so damn cute."

To avoid the grin he knew would spread across her face, he turned to the hotel's shower gel dispenser. Pumping his hands full, he started to apply it to himself, but had an idea before he could begin. He whirled back around and began to lather her up instead. She moaned in happy surprise as his fingers caressed every inch of her skin. She reached for the dispenser as well, and before long both of them were spreading large swathes of foam and suds over one another. As they did this, they laughed, and there was both innocent delight and lusty appreciation in those laughs. Their kisses were so passionate it seemed they must be the source of much of the steam that filled the shower. At least, when the last bit of gel had been washed away, she turned the water off and reached for a towel, but Mirai gently stopped her before she could finish the latter.

"I want to try something." Intrigued, she nodded. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close to him. He reached into his ki, and summoned the tiniest fraction of the immense wellspring within him. He unleashed it as his aura, shining and golden, a toned-down version of the display that accompanied him in battle. It flashed for a heartbeat, and it when it was gone, both of them were dry.

"Nice trick," Jennifer said with a smile, and kissed his cheek. They left the bathroom to find practically every available surface of the main suite covered in plates, room service having been by while they were in the shower. Sitting at the table, they started to eat off the closest dishes. As they dined, she noticed again something she had seen before; Mirai did not eat with the same whirlwind ferocity of all the other Saiyans she had met, his counterpart native to this universe included.

It was because of his upbringing, he had explained the first time she had mentioned it. When he was still young, right up through his mid-teens, he had indeed eaten like that whenever he had the chance. But those chances were rare, and had only gotten rarer as 17 and 18 ravaged more and more of the world's arable land. Like all the other survivors, he had learned to survive on mostly prepackaged food, the kind found at places like convenience stores. For a human, it was just barely enough; for a Saiyan, it was nowhere near it.

Almost his entire life, he had been starving.

As he had grown up and his outlook had matured, he had learned to control his natural instincts to devour his meals as fast as possible. He wanted to make them last. And even when he had come to this time line--first temporarily, then permanently--the lesson had remained. Now that he finally, finally could satisfy his appetite as well as it deserved, he chose to do so slowly. He had all the food he could want, and he wanted to savor it. And so, though he ate faster than most full-blooded humans, it wasn't as fast as the typical Saiyan (for one thing, it was possible to have a mealtime conversation with him).

Whenever she thought about it, her heart went out to him and she wanted to give him a hug. As she finished her breakfast, and he moved on to the next series of plates, she looked at him and thought again how lucky she was to have him.

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"So what now?" she asked as he pushed the final plate away, clean as a whistle. "Anything you want to do?"

"Well, I was thinking," he replied with a small smile and a light blush. "We've got the entire month to go places and see things. But for today, I think I just want to enjoy being with you. If you don't mind," he added, a slight note of sheepishness in his voice.

She grinned. "I don't mind a bit." Rising from the table, she returned to the bed, reclining at an angle that showed off her curves. He joined her almost immediately, kissing her, running a hand down her side. She pulled the cool sheet halfway up their bodies, kissing and caressing him back in turn. Before long, he leaned down, beginning to kiss across her ample breasts. She smiled softly, running a hand through his long purple hair as his lips ghosted all over her chest. He nuzzled into her cleavage, and after a moment, said something she didn't quite catch.

"Sorry?"

"I asked if it would be all right for me to stay here for a while?" His face was as red as a cooked lobster. "It's, uh, really comfortable..."

She laughed, not unkindly. "Of course you can, my Mirai," she whispered lovingly as he softly pressed further in, letting her boobs envelop his head. "Rest in my tits...right there next to my heart, physically now just like you are emotionally." She pulled the sheets further up, covering more of their bodies, resting a hand on the back of his head, gently holding it there. "Let me continue to protect you from your nightmares...for the rest of my life, let my body and soul, my tits and my heart, protect you."

As he closed his eyes, and his breathing gradually turned into the slow rhythm of the sleeping, she blushed as well. What she had just said had been incredibly cheesy, but every word of it was true.