The soft click of the door lock echoed in the quiet room as Eighteen stepped inside, sealing the world away behind her. The nursery down the hall had finally gone still—Marron's gentle breathing now deep and even, her small chest rising and falling beneath the pastel blanket. Their daughter had spent the entire day running wild with her cousins: shrieking with laughter during tag across the cruise ship, building lopsided sandcastles near the lake, chasing fireflies until the sky turned indigo. Exhaustion had claimed her at last.
Krillin lay sprawled across the center of their wide bed, completely bare, arms folded behind his head. Moonlight poured through the open balcony doors, painting silver streaks across his compact, scarred torso. His dark eyes drifted between the glittering stars and the fat, low-hanging moon, lost in thought. The night air carried the faint perfume of jasmine from the garden below and the clean, mineral scent of the distant river.
Eighteen paused at the foot of the bed, watching him for a long moment. Moonlight loved her too—caressing the smooth curves of her shoulders, tracing the elegant line of her collarbone, catching in the pale gold of her hair.
"She crashed hard," Eighteen said quietly, voice low enough not to carry. "Played so hard she practically face-planted into her pillow."
Krillin's lips curved. "She had the time of her life. Gotten so tall already… feels like yesterday she was still tripping over her own feet trying to copy your kicks."
A small, private smile touched Eighteen's mouth. She reached behind her neck, fingers finding the thin satin tie of her nightgown. One slow pull and the fabric loosened, sliding down her arms, over the swell of her breasts, past the dip of her waist, pooling like liquid moonlight at her feet. Naked now, skin kissed by cool air, she climbed onto the mattress.
Krillin shifted immediately, opening his arms. She settled against him, breasts pressing to his chest, one long leg sliding over his hip. Their bodies fit together with the easy muscle memory of years—familiar weight, familiar warmth, familiar scent. The night breeze swept in again, raising gooseflesh along Eighteen's spine and tightening her nipples against his skin.
He buried his nose in the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply. "You smell like sunscreen, grass, and… lipstick? Were you guys trying on makeup or something?"
Eighteen huffed a laugh against his temple. "Can't we women have *any* privacy anymore?"
Krillin pulled back just enough to meet her eyes, one brow raised. "I'm just saying—I turned around at one point this afternoon and you were gone. Poof. Vanished for like forty minutes. Even Bulma was looking around like 'where'd the blonde tank go?'"
Eighteen rolled her eyes, but the corner of her mouth twitched. "The boys were doing boy things. We were doing lady things. That's all you get."
"Lady things," he echoed, mock-serious. "Sounds suspicious."
She reached down between them, fingers curling loosely around his cock—already half-hard from the simple press of her naked body against his. She gave one slow, deliberate stroke from base to tip.
Krillin sucked in a breath. "Okay. Changing the subject now."
"Good boy."
He laughed under his breath, then caught her mouth in a kiss.
It started gentle—lips brushing, tasting—but within seconds it turned molten. Tongues slid together, wet and hungry. Eighteen made a low sound in her throat when his teeth grazed her bottom lip. Krillin's hand skated down the elegant arch of her back, over the flare of her hips, then cupped one firm cheek of her ass, squeezing possessively.
"We need to get stronger," he murmured against her mouth when they finally broke for air. His voice had gone rough. "Today… watching everyone fight, watching *you* fight… it hit me again how much I still lack. If something really dangerous comes for Marron—for any of us—I want to be able to stand in front of it. Not hide behind you."
Eighteen's gaze softened, just for a heartbeat. Then her fingers tightened around his shaft, stroking more firmly now, thumb circling the sensitive head on every upstroke.
"We *will* get stronger," she answered, voice husky. "Both of us. Together. Like always."
Krillin groaned quietly, hips rocking into her grip. His own hand wandered lower—fingers gliding between her thighs, finding her already slick and swollen. He parted her folds with two fingers, then pressed inside slowly, curling them upward in the way he knew made her breath hitch.
Eighteen's head tipped back, lips parting on a silent gasp. "Krillin…"
He kissed her throat, her collarbone, then lower—sucking one nipple into his mouth while his fingers pumped steadily, thumb brushing lazy circles over her clit. She grew wetter with every stroke, the lewd, slippery sound filling the quiet room.
After a few minutes she pushed at his shoulder. "On your back."
He obeyed instantly.
Eighteen swung a leg over him, straddling his hips—but instead of sinking down, she lay back on the mattress, knees bending, feet planted, then lifted both legs high and wide, offering herself completely. Moonlight spilled across her open thighs, glistening on the wetness already coating her folds.
Krillin rose onto his knees between her legs. His cock stood rigid—thick veins standing out along the shaft, flushed dark at the head. He gripped himself, guided the tip to her entrance, and pushed in one long, slow glide.
They both moaned at the same moment—low, relieved, almost reverent.
He bottomed out, hips flush to hers, and paused there, letting her feel every inch stretching her open. Eighteen's inner walls fluttered around him, greedy.
Then he began to move.
Slow at first—long, deliberate drags out, then deep, rolling thrusts back in. Each stroke dragged his shaft along the sensitive front wall of her pussy. Watery slickness coated him, dripped down his balls, soaked the sheets beneath them. The wet slap of skin meeting skin grew louder, more obscene, mingling with their increasingly ragged breathing.
Eighteen hooked her ankles behind his neck, opening herself even wider. Krillin braced both hands beside her head, folding her nearly in half, and fucked her harder—deeper—each thrust punching little broken moans out of her throat.
"Fuck—Krillin—right there—"
He angled his hips, grinding against her clit with every plunge. Sweat beaded along his brow, along the line of her throat. Her breasts bounced with the force of his thrusts; he dipped his head to capture one nipple again, sucking hard while he pounded into her.
Hours melted away.
They changed positions twice—once with her riding him, palms braced on his chest, hips rolling in tight, filthy circles; once with him behind her, one of her legs hooked over his arm while he drove into her from behind, fingers rubbing frantic circles over her clit until she came with a sharp, shuddering cry, walls clamping down so tightly he nearly followed her over the edge.
But he held on.
When he finally couldn't anymore, he flipped her onto her back again, hooked both legs over his shoulders, and fucked her with short, brutal strokes—chasing his own release now.
"Eighteen—gonna—fuck—"
"Do it," she gasped, nails digging into his shoulders. "Inside—give it to me—"
He buried himself to the hilt and came with a choked groan.
Hot, thick spurts flooded her—pulse after pulse—until it was dripping out around his cock, creamy white against her flushed skin. His hips jerked through the aftershocks, grinding deep, making sure every drop stayed inside her.
When the last tremor finally left him, Krillin collapsed forward, face pressed between her breasts, arms shaking. Eighteen wrapped her legs loosely around his waist, one hand carding slowly through his damp hair.
For long minutes neither of them spoke. Just breathing. Hearts hammering against each other. The night breeze slipped in again, cooling sweat-slick skin.
Eventually Krillin lifted his head, kissed the underside of her jaw.
"Love you," he mumbled, already half-asleep.
Eighteen smiled into the dark, fingers still stroking his scalp.
"Love you too, shorty."
He huffed a tired laugh against her throat.
And then—still joined, still tangled, still warm—they drifted off together beneath the indifferent, beautiful moon.