Gohan dropped the charred remnants of a firework into the bucket he carried. The yard was blissfully quiet and empty, save for Trunks, who had his own bucket and was helping clean up. There was a heavy layer of smoke in the air and the entire yard smelled of gunpowder.

"That was fun," Trunks said, setting his bucket down near the side of the house.

"Yeah," Gohan agreed. "I think we got everything picked up."

"No thanks to Lindsey," Trunks grumbled.

"Ah, she worked hard getting ready for it," Gohan said. "And she said she wanted a shower."

They tromped up the porch to the back door, Gohan wondering how to ditch Trunks so he could spend time with his wife.

"What's this?" Trunks asked as he peeled a big, blue envelope off of the glass door. "It's for you." He handed it to Gohan, who immediately recognized Lindsey's handwriting. She'd written nothing but his name on it in big, looping letters. He turned it over and opened it, withdrawing an eight-by-ten photo. Lindsey was sprawled on the bed in a revealing black piece of lingerie. Gohan's breath caught in his throat.

"OH!" Trunks gasped. He'd peered over Gohan's shoulder, but now was turning a deep shade of red. "Sorry, man! I didn't know it was going to be something like that!"

Gohan blushed and looked inside the envelope. There was a small piece of stationary folded there and he pulled it out.

Gohan,

Follow the pictures. I love you.

~Lindsey

"Uh… Trunks?"

Trunks had already settled back in a lounge chair, kicking it backwards to an almost lying-down position. "I will hang out here on the porch." He pulled his cellphone and earbuds from his pocket and shoved them in his ears.

"We're not that loud," Gohan muttered.

"CAN'T HEAR YOU," Trunks said loudly, even though he hadn't turned the music on yet.

Gohan snickered and opened the door, the cold air conditioning washing over him as he stepped into the darkened house. Sure enough, there on the floor was another large photo of his wife in lingerie. He couldn't help but smile as he followed the trail of pictures, collecting them as he went. The pictures led him up the stairs and he had to freeze in his tracks as he realized these photos didn't contain lingerie anymore. A hot flush spread across his cheeks as he stood and admired each photo for a minute before picking up the next one. The trail of pictures stopped at the extra bathroom at the top of the stairs. Gohan tipped his head at the closed door quizzically. That bathroom was really small. It wasn't exactly what he had in mind. He turned the handle and opened the door, only to find the room empty. He clicked on the light and glanced around for a moment before something caught his eye. Written in bright red lipstick on the big mirror above the sink was a single word. Strip.

Gohan set the pictures carefully on the vanity then yanked his clothes off as quickly as he could. He paused and looked at his reflection in the mirror through the big letters written on it. He gripped the edge of the vanity, breathing hard. "Okay, Gohan," he said softly to himself. "It's just Lindsey. Tonight's not any different than any other night. No pressure." He took a long, deep breath and exhaled slowly. "No pressure," he whispered. He didn't know why he was feeling so nervous. He opened the bathroom door and stepped out into the hallway, nearly tripping as his foot hit something. It was a black, high-heeled shoe. Looking down the short hallway to his bedroom, he saw the shoe's mate, then the black bustier his wife had worn in the pictures. He walked slowly towards the door and realized the black panties were hanging from the doorknob. He grinned to himself and opened the door.

Lindsey was lying chest-down on the bed, her knees bent and ankles crossed. Her wild curls fell over her bare shoulders as she rested her chin in her hand, smiling at him.

"Wow," Gohan breathed.

Her smile widened. "It's about time you showed up."

He snickered and crossed the room to her. "Some of us have work to do around here."

She sat up on her knees and moved to the edge of the bed where he was standing. "Does my big, strong man need a reward for all that hard work?" she asked, walking her fingers up his bicep.

He nodded, sliding his hands over her hips.

"Then here I am," she smiled.

"You're my reward?" he grinned.

"Can you think of anything better?"

"No," he breathed, his voice husky as he trailed his hands up her body.

She pressed her lips to his throat, tracing her nails down his arms. She kissed her way down his chest, down the flat muscles of his stomach, until she was bent double on the bed. She playfully nipped at the line of his hip and giggled when he jumped. He was already hard as she wrapped her cool fingers around his shaft.

He hissed. "Wow, your hands are cold."

"Then let me warm you up," she purred as she trailed her tongue along the length of him.

Gohan moaned low in his throat as she slowly ran her tongue up and down and slowly licked the head of his shaft. He felt her lips slide over him as she pulled him into her mouth. He gathered her hair in his hands to keep it out of her face, then grasped it all in his fist at the base of her skull. He gently rocked his hips, pressing deeper into her throat, and ran his free hand down her back and over her soft curves. He grabbed the back of her thigh and lightly ran his fingertips along the hot wetness of her body. She gasped and sucked him harder, taking him deeper in her mouth.

"God, that's good," he breathed.

He trailed his fingers along the moist line between her legs, barely pressing the tips of his fingers into her. He smiled as she enthusiastically responded to his every touch. With every flick of his fingers, she moaned and sucked harder until he felt he couldn't handle it much more.

"Stop, baby," he said softly, pulling away from her.

She blinked up at him, her green eyes confused. Still holding her by her hair, he gently but firmly pulled her up to kiss her passionately for a moment.

Something about the control he had over her by gripping her by her hair made Lindsey want him so much more. She wanted to feel him inside her, to overpower her, to completely have his way with her. She broke the kiss and laid back, scooting to the edge of the bed. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him to her. He teased her for a moment by rubbing his hard length against her as she hissed and writhed against him. He couldn't tease her for long; the warmth of her body was too enticing. He slid into her faster than he intended to and she cried out in pleasure. She threw her legs up to rest on his shoulders and he gripped the front of her thighs, leaning into her. She moaned and grabbed at her own breasts, pinching and teasing them. He filled her so completely; it was something she could never get over. It felt so good to feel him sliding in and out of her body, driving deeper and deeper inside her.

Gohan leaned further over her, his hands on either side of her shoulders, pinning her legs over her head with his shoulders. A small smile pulled at his lips as he took complete control over her, fucking her harder, her body completely exposed in her vulnerable position. She cried out again, her hands still teasing her own chest. His breathing quickened as he watched her squeeze the full curves, digging her nails into the soft flesh. Her body was so tight around his shaft, her wetness running down his body. He drove faster into her, his need for release building.

"Don't stop," she begged. "Please… oh god, baby… don't stop."

She could feel the tension building; he felt bigger inside her as her body clutched at his. He was so deep inside her now, thrusting harshly into her as she tensed up.

"Come on, baby," he growled, slamming his body against hers, trying to get even deeper inside her. He felt her clench around him and she screamed out, gasping for air as pleasure ripped through her every nerve.

Gohan was panting, thrusting quickly in and out of her. He was so close, he could feel the it building as he gave one final, powerful thrust, his body spilling into hers as he roared deep in his throat.

Her legs were shaking against his chest, her breath coming in gasps.

He withdrew quickly. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

She shook her head no, unable to speak.

His eyes suddenly feeling heavy, Gohan wiped sweat from his forehead. "I'd better shower before I lay down," he said sleepily. God, he was exhausted. His knees felt weak as he walked towards their bathroom, but he remembered the pictures in the other bathroom and hurried down the hall to retrieve them and the pieces of clothing she'd strewn across the hall floor. He returned to the bedroom and dropped it all on the dresser, then headed for their bath to take a quick shower.

Lindsey lay flat on her back, wondering at what had just happened. She knew it was too soon; she hadn't even been without birth control for twenty-four hours yet, but a little practice never hurt anyone, right? Of course, if he was that good every time, she might start to hurt. She smirked to herself. Hot damn, that man was good in bed.

She sighed and tapped her fingers against her flat stomach, wondering what the fuck she was doing. She really did want a family and Gohan couldn't have been more perfect. But she still couldn't help worry about the potential for problems down the road. Ah well. They'd cross that bridge when they got there.

'Might as well do this thing properly, if I'm gonna do it,' she thought and wiggled around on the bed to a better position and waited for Gohan to return.

Rubbing at his hair with a towel, Gohan froze in his tracks and laughed out loud when he entered the bedroom. "What are you doing?"

Lindsey had thrown her feet onto the headboard and was pushing up with her toes, raising her hips towards the ceiling as her shoulder blades pressed against the mattress. "Trying not to suffocate under my boobs," she answered in a strained voice.

Gohan leaned over the bed and buried his face in the mattress, laughing.

"See? SEE?!" she shouted, pointing an accusatory finger at him and nearly falling sideways. "It's alllllll fun and games for you, while I have to do all the work!"

He realized what she was trying to do, and worked really hard to compose his face. "Th-thank you, baby," he snickered, crawling across the bed to kiss her forehead. He started laughing again. "You just look so funny."

She slapped at his arm and he retreated across the bed. "Can't reach me!" he laughed and picked up his towel from the floor.

"I hate you so hard," she muttered.

"So, uh, how long are you supposed to lay like that?" he grinned, pulling pajama pants out of a drawer.

"An hour," she huffed.

"Oh good lord," he snickered. "I'm staying up to watch this." He dressed and climbed into bed, leaning his back against the headboard. He reached over and held her hand. "I really do love you, you know that?"

"You better," she grumbled. She sighed, then smiled. "I hope you know how much I love you."

"I do now," he said softly, squeezing her hand.

"You're sure this is what you want?" she asked.

"Absolutely," he answered.

"Okay," she said, shifting her shoulders a little closer to the headboard. "This better work. I'm miserable."

"Oh, it can't be that bad."

"You try it!"

Amused and impressed by his wife's determination to give him what he wanted, Gohan flipped around in bed and put his own feet on the headboard, lifting his hips. It was terribly uncomfortable. "Yeah, screw this," he said after a moment and sat up to lean against the headboard again.

She laughed at him. "Wow. I really do look retarded."

"Nah," he said, shaking his head and leaning over to kiss her again. "You look amazing."

"You're so lucky I love you," she muttered.

"I know."