A/N: Here is the next prompt. It's the shortest, but also my favourite one so far, and I hope that you,ll enjoy it too. The prompt was "take my hand", which I tweaked a little into "give me your hand" but the end result is adorable either way. Enjoy!
DOCTOR KRILLIN
"I don't want to jinx it, but I think she might be asleep this time."
"You've only resettled her twice," 18 smiled over her shoulder as Krillin walked into the kitchen, "there's no way she's asleep."
"Hey, a man can dream can't he?" Grabbing a dry dishcloth, Krillin came to stand beside his wife, who was scrubbing the day's dishes in the small sink, and began to wipe dry those that she had already cleaned.
"Not if he's up all night with a screaming baby," 18 smirked and playfully bumped her hip against Krillin.
"Heh," he blushed, even after 3 years of marriage, Krillin was still completely smitten by his wife. "Don't worry, one day she'll be a teenager and she'll do nothing but sleep."
"Not if I have anyth- Ouch!" Instinctively, 18 yanked her hand from the soapy water and held it up for inspection. Blood was oozing from a gash on her palm and streaming down her wrist and forearm.
Without so much as missing a beat, Krillin jumped into action. It might not have been a life threatening injury, but concern was plastered all over the small warriors face. "What happened?" he asked while guiding his wife to sit down at the kitchen table and stuffing his dishcloth into her hand to try and stem the bleeding.
"A glass must have shattered. It's fine, I'm okay."
"I know, I know" Krillin was already rummaging through cupboards and draws looking for the first aid kit. "Of course you are. Don't even think about getting up though."
"Ah, here it is," he came and sat down beside 18, "Give me your hand."
She held out the aforementioned appendage to her husband, and with her other hand, 18 had to cover her eyes and turn away, not because she was squeamish over the blood, but because she couldn't bare the humiliation of having Krillin fuss over her for something so minor. Without even looking, she could picture the giddy happiness that was plastered all over his face as he tended to her wound. He wasn't going to let her live this down. This whole situation was so stupid she could only laugh.
She was right too, through a slit in her fingers, 18 watched Krillin work. Her cheeks were warm and pink, and Krillin kept looking up from her hand and into her eyes to smile at her. She laughed again and shook her head to try and mask her embarrassment.
"Now," Krillin dripped some antiseptic liquid onto a cotton ball. "This might sting a little. Be brave okay, and you might get a treat when we're done." He waggled a mischievous eyebrow and laughed at his own joke.
"I took down Vegeta, in case you forgot. I think I can handle a little antisep-" She pulled her hand away from Krillin as he dabbed at her wound, "That stings!"
"What's that you were saying?" The smugness in Krillin's voice as he reached out and again took 18's hand into his own was almost too much for the blonde to bare. "Took down Vegeta, did you?"
"I'll take you down too if you don't watch it."
This time she didn't flinch as Krillin finished cleaning up the cut. "I'm shaking in my boots," he said without looking up to meet her gaze. The cheeky, satisfied smile on his face was as bright as ever though. Now that the bleeding had stopped, Krillin was able to properly inspect the wound. It was only a little nick, most likely it would be healed over by the morning. He was enjoying playing doctor though, and although she would die before admitting it, he could tell that 18 was enjoying it too.
"Almost done," he said as he stuck a princess themed band-aid over the cut and wrapped a few layers of bandage around 18's palm to hold it in place. "There. Finished." He sat back and proudly admired his work before holding 18's hand up to his lips and gently kissing it. "Feel better?"
"Much better. You saved my life."
"I know," Krillin smiled and patted himself on the back, "I'm a hero." With that, he stood up and scooped 18 up into his arms, bridal style.
"What are you doing?" she asked, but didn't protest, instead she nestled into him and stretched up to kiss Krillin in such a way that a hot blush rushed all the way from his head to his feet.
"You need to recuperate in bed after such a traumatic injury," he responded, smiling against her soft lips, "and I believe I promised you a treat."
A/N: I love this one! It was super fun to write and I hope it was fun to read! Reviews and comments, as always, are very much appriciated, as are likes and follows. Visit my tumblr to follow my writing adventures and I'll be back with the next prompt soon!
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