Starting this fic, it's been in my mind for a while. Possible adoption, but hopefully not. Subject to change. P.S. Warning, fluffiest chapter ever. I think.

Chapter 1: Perfect Life.

If Krystal had to describe how her life had become, it'd be, perfect. What was not to like? She was married to a man who she loved more than the universe and retuned her feelings just as much if not more. A son who couldn't make her more proud if he tried. A rather expensive house out in the countryside, with all the luxuries of a queen for her to enjoy. Never having to worry about money or things like that, she had basically retired at age 27, around when Marcus was born. The list went on and on. Krystal did keep a way of earing an income, mostly to keep herself from becoming lazy or feeling like a burden. She sometimes, and by sometimes I mean rarely, did a few photo shots for modeling companies or magazines, but nothing to reveling. She'd done that once, and that was a private, single edition that she gave to Fox one year as an anniversary surprise. Boy that was a day to remember, it did lead to Marcus after all. As she drove home to her loving family, she glanced at the clothing bag in the passenger seat. In it was her anniversary surprise for Fox.

"I hope he doesn't pass out," Krystal said to herself. "I'd owe Katt $100."

As she approached the house, she noticed that Fox's car wasn't there, but she could sense Marcus in the house. The sitters car was in the driveway as she pulled up. Shaking her head with a smile, Krystal got out.

"Only my husband would leave Marcus with a sitter on our anniversary," She said to herself, knowing he was out looking for the perfect gift, if not on the way home with it. Entering the house, she found herself half tackled by the hyper 7 year-old.

"MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY!" Marcus screamed and tackled her, Krystal nearly lost her balance.

"Hey sweetie!" Krystal greeted as she began tickling the kit. Bill, surprisingly, was the one to greet her.

"Hey Krystal," he said. "Before you get confused, Fox got a call saying he had some special delivery he had to pick up and I was in the hood and Fox had an IOU from saving my ass before so I'm the babysitter before you ask any more questions." He suddenly grew very serious. "Never. Again. Will I. Babysit that hyper blue laser." He walked out the door before tripping on the last stair. "I'm ok." Krystal laughed and turned to her young child for the story.

"Daddy picked me up from school before his fone wang," he said in his adorable 4-year-old talk. "Then he grabbed the babysitter from his cwar then hopped in his airplane and flew off."

That got Krystal curious. Fox normally didn't fly his Arwing anymore, he didn't so he wouldn't be tempted to go back to being a mercenary. She put Marcus down and he blasted out to the backyard, arms out to his side and making plane noises as he pretended he was his father in Star Fox. Krystal pulled out her phone and began dialing Fox.

(In Space, aboard a pirate ship)

"AAAHHHHH!" A bear screamed as he flapped around as he was pulled towards the vacuum of space. The pirate was holding on for dear life, and holding on to him back but barely, was a very angry Fox McCloud.

"I'll ask again?" Fox screamed over the raging winds. "Where is it!"

"I don't know!" the bear screamed. "I didn't look at the cargo!"

"Then I'm dropping you!" Fox replied.

"Wait!" he screamed as Fox grip slipped for a moment. Fox heard his phone ringing.

"Hold on!" Fox replied as he magnetized his boots.

"NOT MUCH ELSE I CAN DO!" the bear screamed back. Fox grabbed his phone and saw it was Krystal.

"Hey love," Fox said as he answered his phone.

"Fox," Krystal started. "Where are you?" She could hear the raging wind in the background.

"Um," Fox stammered. "Would you believe on a wing?"

"Doing what?" She asked.

"HEEEEEEELP!" The bear screamed.

"What was that?"

"Hold on," Fox jammed the close button as the airlock shut splitsecond. The bear fell to the ground.

"Crate." He breathed. "3." Then passed out. Fox returned to his phone.

"I'm just picking up your present," Fox said.

"Doesn't sound like it," She questioned.

"Ok, so I had to import it from off world and I got word some pirates were trying to hijack the ship so I flew up and stopped them." Fox answered as he ran to the cargo hold. "Look, I'll be heading back as soon as I find my package. I promise, then we can roll around under the sheets."

"Fox!" Krystal laughed. Looking back, it was ironic how reversed they became. When Marcus was born, Krystal cut him off from sex and she might as well have starved him as when they started back up 5 years later, Fox was the instigator and she the shyer one. "Well, then you better hurry home before your present gets," She paused and breathed. "Cold."

"Oh, with what I'm bringing home I don't need to worry bout that darling," Fox said heatedly as he found his packaged. "I'll be home in a few, keep the bed warm love."

Krystal hung up the phone and wondered what he could be getting her. Mabye he decided to beat her at her own game and got something provocative as well. She turned and screamed. Marcus jumped and fell on his bum, he had been trying to see what was in her bag.

"No! Marcus, you don't just grab mommy's things!" Krystal scolded as she swept her bag up. "This is not for you it's for your father."

"Then why does it smell sweet?" Marcus asked.

"I'll tell you when you're older, now you wanna go to Aunt Katt's house?" She asked teasingly.

"Yay! Uncle Falco!" Marcus yelled and ran to his room to pack. Three days a year, Fox's birthday, Krystal's birthday, and their anniversary, they had a guarantee that Katt and Falco would handle Marcus so they could be alone. Probably the only reason that Fox didn't die for the first 5 years of Marcus' life was those three wild nights. Marcus zoomed back down sliding on the carpet into the wall then into Krystal's arms with a Star Fox backpack on his arm. Krystal walked to the car and drove off to Falco and Katt's home.

Meanwhile

Fox pulled up a few minutes after Krystal left and let out a sigh of relief. Fox grabbed his bag and ran inside. He immediately grabbed a prepared chicken from the refrigerator and threw it in the oven. With that cooking, Fox pulled out a large box of roses and began carefully laying them up the stairs to the bedroom. He quickly started the shower and zoomed down the stairs to get his bags. He quickly pulled out the small, long box that held Krystal's anniversary present. Then ran up with a small bottle of birth control pills that he KNEW they'd need for tonight. As with much of his life, taking risk excited Fox, but some things weren't worth risking. But he'd make an exception as risk got Krystal just a pumped up. He grabbed a timer and quickly got a 5 minute shower and another minute to dry off and get himself looking nice. Fox, with towel round waist, slid down the stairs and grabbed the food from the oven with perfect timing. Quickly running back upstairs, Fox threw on a nice dress shirt, black pants, tie and belt. Thinking better of it, Fox ditched the belt and went back down stairs and finished preparing his wife's anniversary dinner.

30 Minutes later

Krystal pulled back up to her home and stepped out of the car. Falco and Katt didn't live that far away but boy did Katt like to chat girl stuff. Mostly embarrassing the hell out of Falco, the feline almost made Krystal late to Fox's surprise, almost. Krystal walked to the door and saw the trail of roses and a nice dress set up in the doorway. Krystal bit her lip.

Oh, what has he done this time? She wondered over excited. Last time Fox had done something like this, he had gotten her a fireworks show. She thought nothing could top that, and so far Fox seemed like he was aiming to do just that. Krystal slipped off her old attire and put on the red dress. It hugged her curves nicely but felt a little loose, guess Fox planned that. She followed the trail past the kitchen and up the stairs. She saw it led to the bed room and half expected to see Fox on the bed wearing nothing but his fur, he'd gotten a lot braver from his days in Star Fox, at least with her that is. Opening the door, Krystal found her husband waiting for her, standing, with a table in front of the bed, candles lighting the room and a loving kiss waiting. He snatched her up in his arms and asserted his rightful place on her face. (Poet and I know it.)

Krystal grabbed Fox's head and moaned into the kiss. They spent a moment just enjoying it before pulling away.

"Well," Krystal breathed. "That's a hell of a lot better than 'hello.'"

"I know," Fox commented. "I was just tired of waiting to do that."

"So, where's my present or," Krystal looked behind her at the dinner he'd set up. "Is this it?"

"That," Fox started, getting her attention again. "Is something your going to have to wait for till after dinner. And I mean absolutely no telepathy. You have to not look in my head during dinner, ok?" Some time ago, Fox made her teach him how to put a very very strong mental shield around his thoughts. At first it irrationally scared her, that he might be wanting to hold secrets or hide something from her, but after sweeping his mind she found it was for times like this. That and the shield took incredible concentration to keep up so he just had to relax and Krystal could use the link that had through mate-ship. Fox was hold that shield up so it must be something good.

"Oh, you know how I hate when you make me wait," Krystal wined with a smile. Fox bopped her nose. They talked and at for about an hour. An hour of pointless chit chat, feeding one another, kisses and suspense.

"So," Krystal began to ask as Fox put away the table, dishes and other things away and out of the room. "What'd you get me?"

Fox got a devious smile as he started unbuttoning his shirt by the window.

"OH!" Krystal exclaimed, giggling with her hand over he mouth. As he got it off, he pulled a small box from a drawer behind him. "Aw, I knew it was too good to be true."

"Oh don't worry," Fox said sly and seductive, getting a curious look from Krystal at his tone. Fox normally didn't act like this. "I'm part 2 of your gift, this is part one." He handed Krystal the box. She put her hand on it before evilly glancing at Fox.

"Should I slip out of this dress before opening it?" Krystal meant it completely as a joke but was further surprised and excited when Fox took the shoulder straps and began pulling them off her.

"Yeah, you should," He replied smoothly, he moved by her ear and breath huskily. "It'll save us some time when you see what's in the box."

Ok, now she had to know what was in the box. Krystal threw it off and looked inside. And she nearly had a heart attack. Krystal pulled out a gem necklace, but not just any gem necklace, a Cerinian gem necklace.

"This is, this is."

"A gem necklace from Cerinian, probably the last one," Fox finished. Krystal looked at him with tears of joy, he took the necklace and hooked it around her neck. "You would not believe the heck I had to go threw to get this. That's why I flew to space earlier today, it's a one of a kind, and just like you, I wouldn't let it come to harm."

Krystal spun, spilling tears with a big smile and leapt at the man of her dreams. The man who pampered her like a goddess. The man who loved her like no other. She threw herself into a very passionate kiss. Somehow sheading the remaining clothes while standing up. Fox pressed her to window getting a loud scream from her, holding her arms out. He kissed, nibbled and suckled her neck making Krystal extra aroused.

"No! No! Stop it!" She screamed before he back up concerned. "You know how wild that gets me!"

"Well then," Fox smirked and he dove right back, getting more screams of delight from the blue vixen. He swung her from the window and pressed her to the bed firmly. Krystal wrapped her arms and legs around the vulpine as she pushed his boxers down with her feet. Fox grabbed the black lace panties and practically ripped them off. Fox leaned and planted several loving kisses on her.

"Well love," Krystal breathed. "Are you ready or are you gonna make me extra 'wild?'"

"That," he replied. "Will come naturally."

And so they spent the night making love and letting the sounds ring as Krystal screamed her lungs out, and enjoying every moment of it.

Outside

A figure watched the house from outside, paws clenched and teeth grinding.

"How dare he. How Dare he!" the figure muttered with hate. "She deserves better than that! If a woman says no she means NO!"

He had half a mind to just rush in and take her away, but he had strict orders to hold on. That and he had heard of this man in a news article. Said he was deadly and some kind of hero.

"Not so much in reality hu?" He saw them, he watch that monster force Krystal against the window, heard her scream for him to stop then he was force to listen with a growing fury as she screamed throughout the night. What confused him was they almost sounded, pleased? Like she was enjoying herself.

Must be trying to make the most of it. If she's going to be raped might as well get some fun out of it right? He made in his mind to rationalize it. Leaning against his rock, the dark figure tried to sleep.

"Don't worry Krystal," he whisper to himself. "I'll free you when he's gone in the morning."