TUSOKI
7; Krillin's Ordeal.
A/N; New oneshot. Inspired by a NSFW K18 headcanon someone sent in on my K18 blog, Chestnutisland.
This chapter is rated OT for sexual themes.
Krillin couldn't contain the huge grin on his face when he admired the view in front of him. Although he had only been working as a cop for a little over four months, he had already been promoted and it came with some very nice added perks. Aside from a nice bonus and gratuitous pay raise, he was now the proud owner of a much larger Police Box.
The previous one had been spacious enough of course, but it really did pale in comparison to his new location.
He carefully unlocked the door, breathing in deeply when he opened it. He smiled as he stepped in, admiring his environment and trailing his fingers over his brand new mahogany desk as he went. He set aside his lunch bag before carefully plopping down in the huge leather chair with a content sigh.
The chair was actually a bit too high for him, his feet were dangling a good few inches above the floor. He couldn't really lower it a lot either, else he wouldn't be able to look over his work space.
He folded his hands behind his head, studying the various case studies on the wall to the left of him. Most of them were wanted posters, some already crossed out. He smiled remembering how he had caught every single one of those crooks.
"Relaxing on the job, I see."
Krillin raised his brows as he turned to face the person who was talking to him from the doorway..
Eighteen regarded him with folded arms, following his movements with her eyes as he approached her.
"Hardly." He replied.
The blonde cyborg stepped inside, making a beeline for his chair. She sat down, swiveling it around with her feet. Krillin almost felt a little envious of her being able to do that so casually.
"Comfortable." Eighteen remarked. She leaned forward, resting her elbows on his desk. Krillin had taken a seat on the edge.
"I'll agree on that! So, uh, what are you doing here? Did everything go alright with Marron?"
Eighteen didn't miss the slight worried tone of his voice.
"Just fine. After all, she was looking forward to go back to school after having to stay home for almost a week. I think she's really started to feel at home in her classroom. And as for your other question, I was in the neighborhood so I figured I'd stop by. Am I not allowed to visit my husband?"
"You know I have no problem with that, but I'm pretty sure my supervisor disagrees with me. He's still kind of strict and on his way here as we speak. Unfortunately he knows who you are by now and I think it would be best if he didn't see you here, casually lounging in my chair."
Eighteen chuckled lightly.
"Fine, I know where I'm not wanted." She scoffed amused, ruffling Krillin's hair affectionately when he started to protest her statement.
"It's just a joke." She bend down and planted a kiss on his cheek.
"See you later."
Krillin walked up to the door with her to let her out but he quickly slammed it shut as soon as he opened it. Eighteen actually had to lift her arm to protect her face from getting hurt. She rubbed her arm with a slight frown.
"What did you do that for?" She asked confused.
"It's my boss! He's already here!" Krillin hissed panicked. "Quick! You've got to hide!"
"Where?" Eighteen said equally panicked.
Krillin hastily glanced around the room. Though spacious, it didn't have many hiding places. There was a small utility room but that was out of the question, it was filled to the brim with equipment. There was also a bathroom, but what if his boss had to use it? Krillin almost had a heart-attack thinking of that scenario.
The only other place he could think of was...
"My desk! Get under my desk and be very quiet! He usually leaves pretty quickly, he'll be here ten minutes at most!" Krillin said taking a hold of her hand. Eighteen started to protest but a knock on the door made her change her mind. She hastily did what he said and sat very still. She almost had to laugh at the absurdity of the situation she found herself in.
It was dark under there since the front was closed off from the public. There was only legroom for the person using the desk. She had to raise her knees up and curl up a little to fit. Eighteen really hoped this meeting between her husband and his boss wouldn't last long. She could already feel her posture getting uncomfortable.
Krillin gave her a thumbs up before rolling his chair in place and walking up to the door. Eighteen listened as the two men exchanged pleasantries. She could hear them walk around.
"Well Krillin, still happy with your new work space?"
"Yes Sir, it's very nice. Thank you again for this opportunity."
"Hm, well you do remember me telling you I would love to have you on my squad?* You have done some excellent work and truly deserve this. I trust you won't let it go to your head and disappoint me then?"
Krillin nodded his affirmation.
"Alright, looks like you've got things in order for now, very good indeed."
Krillin watched him walk around the room once more, holding his breath when he came a little too close to where Eighteen was hiding.
"Now before I go, I'd like to discuss some matters with you, if that's alright?"
"Sure, what is it?" Krillin asked a little apprehensive. He observed his boss pull up a chair and hastily, but carefully, sat down in his own chair. He quickly glanced down at Eighteen who had scooted closer to him just in case. She was scowling up at him to which he quickly shrugged his shoulders with an apologetic look on his face.
He turned his attention away from her, listening as the other man started talking about work related topics, trying his best to stay focused.
Eighteen shifted her position slightly because her back was starting to hurt from hunching over so much. She frowned, drowning out the boring conversation that went on above her head.
She checked her watch after a short while, noticing that Krillin's boss had already been in there for over twenty minutes and it didn't look like he was leaving anytime soon. She shifted once more, the strain on her back becoming increasingly more annoying. She started thinking of ways she could stretch out just a little without bringing attention to herself.
She carefully leaned forward until she could turn to a kneeling position, mindful not to hit her head. She watched as Krillin's legs dangled nervously in front of her and that's when an idea formed.
"Well, what is your opinion? I'm pretty sure we could introduce quite some new and unique ideas this way, don't you agree?"
"Yes it does sound very excITING!" Krillin squeaked all of a sudden, eliciting a strange look from his supervisor.
"Sorry about that, I thought I felt something crawling on my leg." He said immediately, trying very hard to not look down at his lap.
Eighteen almost gave herself away but stifled her laughter just in time at his reaction to her practically hugging his lap. The position still wasn't one of the best, being that her knees kind of dug into the carpet, but at least she could comfortably rest her upper-body this way. She gently pulled the chair forward to make sure she kept completely hidden. In doing so, she accidentally hit a button.
Krillin gulped when he felt himself go downwards quite a bit, but tried to ignore it. He was still high up enough and it looked like his boss hadn't seen it happen. He was droning on about some new innovations that would be introduced to the SCPD very soon. Krillin tried his hardest to concentrate on what he was saying but it was kind of hard to do when your wife was making herself pretty comfortable in your lap.
Eighteen noticed his discomfort and grinned, tugging at his shirt. Krillin cast his eyes downwards briefly, feeling his cheeks grow warm at the devious expression she was aiming at him.
He knew that look on her face, and for once in his life dreaded the meaning behind it. He tried to very discreetly shake his head at here while keeping his focus forward.
"With this new technology we can also introduce a better way to catch speeders. Lord knows we need something drastic, these people are out of control on the roadways these days!"
"T..that's right! They're a danger to everyone." Krillin said a little too loudly, but the other man didn't seem to notice.
"True!" He agreed passionately. "You know, I've been saying it for quite some time now, but no one was willing to listen. Well you know what happened just last week because of this. The woman didn't make it last I heard. She died of her injuries two days ago."
Krillin could practically feel the color drain from his face for a moment when he felt his wife's skilled fingers on his zipper. He tried to cross his legs to stop her but it was no use, she had nestled herself in-between them.
His supervisor nodded in sympathy at him, mistaking his paleness as a reaction to the new information. After all, Krillin had been one of the cops on scene that day.
"It's always hard to hear bad news like this, but something good did come from it though. Her son is still alive and they are expecting him to make a full recovery. He's out of the ICU plus we did catch the bastard who crashed into them."
Krillin suddenly slumped forward, trying his best to cover up the unexpected movement by propping his elbows up and resting his chin on his folded hands. His knuckles were gradually turning white from intertwining his hands so tightly.
"I'm glad to hear that." He said.
"Wasn't there a dog too? I wonder what happened to it. It was a nice dog, purebred I believe, can't recall the breed , but I think they took it to a shelter for now."
Krillin's eyes widened for a fraction of a second, now fully leaning on his desk with his arms folded in front of him. He was unable to keep quiet.
"Ssshit...ZU! It was a Shihtzu I believe! He said, hastily trying to cover up the slip of words.
"Oh right! Ah anyway, it doesn't matter now. What were we talking about again?"
"H..high speed camera's and...uh..new projects?" Krillin replied, licking his lips nervously. He could feel himself start to sweat when his boss gave him a peculiar look.
"Are you alright? You look a little flustered."
Krillin wanted to disappear through the floor when he could practically feel Eighteen chuckle soundlessly at his boss' question.
I'm fINE! I mean, I'm fine. Just..ah..just excited to be here and all. Can't wait to get cracking on these cases!" He said with a crooked smile, pointing at a large stack of documents to his right.
"And I'm sure you'll do a great job! You know, I was wondering if you ever thought of working your way up? I know you're still fairly new to the job, but I really do think you have the potential."
Krillin nodded, not trusting himself to reply verbally at the moment.
"Good, just keep it in the back of your mind." His supervisor gave him another look, leaning forward over the desk.
"Are you sure you're okay? Your face looks awfully red by now. You're not getting sick I hope, are you running a fever?"
Krillin panicked, grabbing a hold of the ledge and pulling himself forward quickly so he was now almost pressed against the desk..
Eighteen's eyes watered slightly at the sudden movement. She gulped softly but didn't stop what she was doing. Glancing upwards, she still could make out her husband's face somewhat through the tiny gap between him and the desk. She mentally high-fived herself when she saw how flustered he looked. The color had began to spread to his neck.
"No no no! I'm fine! It's just a little h..hot in here." Krillin answered, holding his hands up. He was straining to keep his voice steady and his eyes focused on his boss.
"Hm? It feels good in here to me though, the new AC seems to be working fine."
Krillin felt his heart literally skip a beat when he witnessed the other man stand up and walk towards the control panel next to the door. He hastily reached under the desk in an attempt to stop his wife, but she just grabbed a hold of his hands and held them down.
"Hnggquit it!" He hissed very softly through his teeth, never taking his eyes off the other person in the room.
"Did you say something?"
Krillin jerked his hands free from Eighteens grip, folding them on the desk in front of him while shaking his head.
"No I was just thinking aloud for a moment on how to go about solving some of these." He let out a nervous laugh, once more pointing to the documents on his desk.
"That's the spirit! Though I wouldn't want you to strain yourself!"
Krillin almost laughed at that notion, knowing full well that's what he had been doing so desperately all this time.
"You really do not look well, maybe you should just call it a day today. You've been putting in a lot of hours lately. Tell you what, give your wife a call to pick you up and get some rest."
Krillin could not stop the sigh of relief when Eighteen halted her actions at that, but almost instantly panicked again. If he were to dial her number right now, she would get caught. He knew she always carried her phone with her so that she could be reached if something happened with Marron or him. He also knew that she usually had it on full sound mode.
He felt an insistent tugging at his shirt, knowing she was trying to tell him not to call her.
"No there is no need. I'm fine. I'll just make sure to take it a little easier today."
"Alright, suit yourself." His supervisor glanced at his watch, raising his brows in surprise.
"Would you look at the time! I better get going, I have more rounds to do."
Krillin gulped, there was no way he could just stand up to let him out the door, not in the state he was in.
But his boss solved that dilemma for him by opening the door himself, holding his hand up.
"No need to get up, just sit tight and make sure to take it easy. If you do decide to go home, let me know so I can appoint someone else to your post for the day. Have a good day!"
Krillin let out the breath he had been holding when the door shut. For a good few minutes he just sat there, watching it just to make sure his boss wouldn't come walking back in.
He pushed himself away from the desk and looked down at Eighteen who was looking up at him with a very smug smile on her face. Before he could even begin to talk, she winked at him.
"At least let me finish what I started."
Krillin wanted to protest but it was futile, instead he just let himself relax against the back of his chair.
Eighteen snickered when she felt him surrender to her, she could feel him bury his hands in her hair as he arched his hips just a little with a soft moan.
"E..eighteen you've...stop, I'm.." He tried to push her away but she wouldn't have it. He tried to control himself but it was useless because she seemed to be determined to let him finish.
"Damn it... Eighteeennn." Krillin slumped in the chair. He let out a content sigh, winching slightly as Eighteen discreetly tucked him back into his pants before zipping it up.
She licked her lips, wiping the corner of her mouth with her thumb as she pushed him away from her so she could stand up and stretch out the kinks in her back.
She chuckled at her husband's nicely flustered face.
"Well that was an adventure."
Krillin frowned up at her when he came back to his senses.
"We could have been caught, we so could have been busted! You could have gotten me fired among other things!" He rambled on.
"Please don't do that again, no matter how good it felt, I don't think my heart can take it!"
Eighteen grasped a hold of his armrests, leaning down and pecking him on the lips softly.
"Can't make any promises. There is just something about the chance of getting caught that excites me. You can't deny you feel the same way." She challenged.
Krillin shivered at the look she gave him, knowing she was right.
"You're going to be the death of me one day." He protested weakly.
"Maybe." She said holding his gaze for a few tense seconds. Then she stood back to her full height and walked away from him.
"Don't get sick or I might have to come get you." She winked at him before closing the door behind her.
Krillin just shook his head. For the longest time he just sat there staring at the door, processing what had happened.
"That woman..." He muttered with a loving smile. He shook his head and turned his attention to the files on his desk.
"Alright enough distractions for today, you got some crooks to catch!" He said to himself, taking the top document from the large pile.
End.
This was way too much fun to write! I almost felt sorry for Krillin! Thank you for reading, remember feedback is always apprecated!
*See TUSOKI chapter 5.
