A/N: Hey all! Lately I have been working on a series of short K/18 writing prompts people have been submitting to me on my Tumblr (link in my bio) and I thought it would be fun to share them with you all here. Mostly they are just small 'slice of life' type pieces but I have enjoyed writing them in between working on my main story, and I hope you will enjoy them too!


NIGHTSHIFT

When Krillin said he was going to become a police officer, 18 had imagined it was going to be all sexy uniforms and playing with handcuffs. Instead it was unpaid overtime and paperwork. So. Much. Paperwork.

He wasn't even allowed to bring the handcuffs home with him.

The worst part of his new career though, was nightshift. Krillin always said he didn't mind it, that it wasn't really so bad once you got used to it. He joked that he was already used to being up all night because Marron had been such an awful sleeper when she was a baby.

While that was indeed true, Marron's sleeping habits as a baby had been nothing short of traumatic for both of her parents, it didn't change the fact that for 18, going to sleep at night with a cold, empty patch of bed beside her would always be lonely and miserable.

Even the hope of spending any time together during the day was nothing but a joke. It was just after 8am when Krillin came through the front door, looking tired and dishevelled. Marron was finishing up her breakfast and he had just enough time to kick off his shoes and put down his phone, badge and watch before the three year old came careening down the hallway, arms outstretched, ready to launch herself at her daddy for a hug.

"Daddy! I missed you!"
"I missed you too, little bug."
"Did you catch any bad guys at work?"
"Not last night."

He sat down at the table and propped Marron up on his knee. 18 placed some toast down for him, leaned over and lovingly kissed the top of her husband's head, "Marron, go and put your shoes on please, it's time to go to day care."

She didn't particularly like the idea of her only child being out of her sight, but it had only taken a few night shifts for them to realise it was going to be a necessary evil if Krillin was going to be able to get any sleep during the day. Marron was an energetic kid, and being quiet was not one of her strong skills. It was only a 10 minute walk down the street, but by the time 18 got back from dropping Marron off, Krillin was in bed. She wouldn't see him again until he emerged for dinner. Yep, nightshift sucked.


It wasn't that there was nothing for her to do during the day, not at all, being the mother of a toddler kept 18 plenty busy. Her laundry basket, for example, seemed to be a bottomless pit, for every item she washed, dried, ironed, and folded two more seemed to appear. It didn't make any sense.

Sometime in the early afternoon 18 tiptoed into the dark bedroom she shared with her husband, a pile of freshly folded laundry balanced skilfully on one arm. She quickly went to work putting away the clean clothes and setting aside a crisp, fresh uniform for Krillin to wear to work later that night.

"Hey there hot stuff."

The sound of her husband's sleepy voice made a blush race up 18's cheeks. Even now, after 5 years of marriage and a baby, he still made her weak at the knees.

"Hey yourself," she gently shut the closet and turned around to lean against its doors. "Sorry I woke you."

Krillin smiled at her, his eyes were still half closed and he had a shocking case of bed hair, but as always, 18 got swept away by him. The way he looked at her. That silly, groggy grin that only she got to see. She fell more in love with him every day.

"It's okay," he yawned, and stretched his arms above his head, before flipping back the covers and patting the empty spot beside him. "I'm cold," he pouted, "come warm me up?"

"I can turn the heating on, if you'd like?" But even as the words were leaving her mouth, 18 was already moving across the room and slipping into the bed.

"Much better," Krillin tossed the covers back over them, and snaked his arm around 18's waist, pulling her in closer to him, until their foreheads were resting against each other. "I'm warmer already."

"You're an idiot" 18 joked.

"You're amazing." Krillin replied, and then kissed his wife before she had a chance to protest his proclamation. It was a slow, lingering kiss and 18 could feel the question behind it. She knew she should let him sleep, but her willpower was quickly being trampled by her desire, and so when Krillin tipped her over onto her back, deepening their kiss, she was putty in his hands.

"You should nap with me every day," Krillin said with a grin as he lay soft kisses along 18's jaw and down her neck. His slick moves earned a long, content sigh from the pretty blonde beneath him, which was all the encouragement he needed to continue.

"This isn't napping, you know?" 18 tried to put up one final fight as Krillin's lips found their way back to hers, and his hand disappeared under her shirt, but it was useless. They were 7 nightshifts into a 14 night stint. It had been days since she had spent any real time with her husband, since she had been this close to him. Her body was craving him. She missed him.

"Mmmm, I know. This is way better."

Leaning back, Krillin rested his chin in the palm of his hand and propped his elbow up on the mattress, he looked down at 18 in absolute awe. He would never, ever understand what he had done so right in his life to have ended up here. He was the luckiest man alive, he was sure. Slowly, he let his fingers trace lazy trails across 18's body, he could feel her muscles quivering with anticipation at his every touch, but Krillin wasn't one to rush these things, he always enjoyed the slow burn, and with 18, it was always worth the wait.

He found her hand under the blankets and linked her fingers through his. They fit together perfectly, as if they were the two matching pieces of a puzzle. No one would ever fit together as completely as they did. Fingers still entwined, Krillin held 18's hand up to his face and gently kissed the back of her palm. He ran his thumb over the smooth gold of her wedding band. Remembered the hours he had spent in the jewellers, searching for the perfect engagement ring for his bride to be. It hadn't existed. In the end he'd custom designed the sparkly jewel that took pride of place on her finger himself.

She was flawless, down to the very last detail. "You have such pretty hands," he noted and kissed each one of her fingers, suddenly captivated by hands that were strong enough to bring a prince to his knees, and gentle enough to sooth their tiny infant daughter. He rubbed his fingertips against hers, enjoying the feeling of her silky smooth skin against his own, which was rough and calloused, and not pretty at all.

"Hmmm," he studied them for a moment longer before letting go and brushing some hair back off of 18's forehead, tucking it tenderly behind her ear, in that way he knew she liked. "Now, where were we again?"

A devilish grin sprung to life on 18's face, filling Krillin with giddy anticipation. She pressed her palm into his chest. He played along and let her push him onto his back. She leaned over and kissed him, gently prising apart his lips with her tongue. "I was just about to show you everything these pretty hands can do."


A/N: I'd love to know what you thought of this little piece with a review. They always mean a lot to me and are a great way to help me improve my work. If you would like to submit your own prompt to me, or follow my writing adventures, I have posted the link to my Tumblr in my bio!

Until next time my loves,

Deadly Beauty