Washed Away

By C.S. Hayden

All characters are the property of Akira Toriyama, DragonBall Z and Toei Animation.

Author's note: This chapter is rated NC-17 and is for Mature Readers only.

Washed Away

Humming to himself, Krillin let the spray run on his face, taking away some of the sting from shaving. He almost hadn't bothered; he'd been content to wear the stubble all day but he'd reconsidered. There was no telling when a fellow might get kis-- a hand cupping his chin startled him as it tilted his face up and a pair of lips caressed his. Krillin opened his eyes and promptly managed to get soap in one of them.

"Ow.... Eighteen?" He blinked furiously to clear his vision and as he was looking down, he caught sight of a pair of dainty bare feet on the shower floor. He panned up the slim legs to some shapely thighs. Barely breathing, he realized she was letting him see her nude for the first time. He followed the swell of slender hips up the smooth contours of her stomach and was mesmerized by two rose-tipped breasts just at eye level. It was only by force of will that Krillin was able to continue up to gaze drunkenly into her face.

"Enjoy the view?" Eighteen asked with a light smirk on her lips. Her cheeks were flushed and there was a gleam in those ice blue eyes reminiscent of her destructive days.

"Uh-huh," he nodded dumbly. He had a sudden vision of him standing there like a fish with his mouth open and mentally slapped himself. "Have a good time at Bulma's?"

"It was all right." She took him by the shoulders and deftly moved him over so she could stand under the spray, arching her back to rinse her hair. "But I always feel so grungy flying in the city, don't you?"

His hands itched to touch her. "Oh, yes, definitely."

"I don't suppose you'd mind washing my back?" she asked guilelessly, turning around. "Please?"

Krillin gulped and gazed down at the smooth curve of her back. Rivulets of water streaked her pale skin all the way down to the dimples of her buttocks and he had to shake his head to keep himself from being awestruck by the view. If it were a dream, he'd know it soon enough.

Slowly, almost timidly, he reached out, half-afraid that she was just a hallucination from being hit on the head one time too many. Her skin was like velvet beneath his soapy fingers, soft and slippery as he let his hands glide along her shoulder blades. She rolled her shoulders back languidly. Krillin flinched, expecting her to strike back - Eighteen had a vicious elbow - but she merely drew in her breath sharply and let it out in a faint sigh.

"That feels nice," she murmured.

"You're telling me," he murmured back, letting his thumbs bracket her spine as his strong hands traveled down to her waist. Heart pounding in his ears, he watched as she swept her hair off the back of her neck and gave him a crystal blue glance over her shoulder.

"I don't believe you were told to stop." The corner of her mouth twitched.

Boldly, Krillin reached up on tiptoe and kissed the nape of her neck. Eighteen responded by leaning back against him and pulling his hands around to glide along her stomach. He backed into the shower wall and tilted her back until her head was resting on his right shoulder and her long legs were stretched out as she straddled his right thigh. Barely breathing, he nuzzled her neck, astounded as Eighteen let him drift his hands over her torso. They had gone as far as heavy petting a few times but she had always pulled away before things had gotten really serious. Her breasts filled his hands like they were custom-fit and she rewarded him by moaning softly as he gently kneaded them with his fingers.

"Krillin...." she breathed out in a husky shudder.

The sound of her voice made his heart race in a way that an entire day of training never could. He couldn't help kissing her as she turned her face towards him, slowly, deeply, and thoroughly. It seemed only natural to continue caressing her, letting his left hand drift lower along her sleek curves. He had to remind himself to take it slow - just touching her and feeling her bare skin against his had him so aroused that he ached. His fingers just brushed her sex and Eighteen suddenly arched her back like an energy beam had hit her.

"You like?" Krillin murmured as he ran his lower lip around the curve of her ear.

Eighteen's only response was a soft moan as her feet slid apart on the shower floor, opening herself to further exploration. He let his hand caress her smooth, slick groove - she had no body hair whatsoever, Dr. Gero's doing, no doubt, when he enhanced her skin - and felt her tremble as he slid his fingers inside her. An inarticulate gasp escaped her lips and Krillin began rotate his fingers over and around her clitoris. Her lithe body twitched in his arms as he stroked her to a back-arching climax. It was over too quickly for his tastes.

Breathing heavily, Eighteen turned in his arms and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, kissing him as she slowly stood up on shaking legs. She rested her cheek on the top of his head and swayed in his arms. Krillin didn't mind - his mouth was in just the right spot to suckle her breasts. She sighed as he took her nipple between his teeth, tossing her hair back in the spray in a way that took his breath away.

"So," Krillin asked hoarsely, "what brought this on?"

Eighteen smiled mysteriously. "Does it matter?" Her hands glided down his back, raising goose bumps. "I wanted this." She kissed him slowly, murmuring into his mouth. "Your turn."

"Really?"

"Mmm-hmm." She slid a hand between them and touched him, head of his penis rubbing hot circles against her palm. Her fingers slipped further down his swollen shaft as she continued to kiss him, lips and tongue exploring his mouth as her hands did his body. "So does it always feel like this?" she asked, as her kisses drifted around to his right ear lobe.

"Just around you." He bit his lip as her fingernails raked his scrotal sac.

"What would you like to do about it?"

Without another word, Krillin reached over and turned off the water. He didn't give her time for a haughty retort; instead he scooped her up into his arms and hauled her down the hall to his room, kicking open the door.

As Krillin set her down, he murmured "I've always wanted this." He rested one knee carefully on the edge of the bed, gazing at her with hungry eyes. "You. Here. In my bed."

"All right," Eighteen breathed huskily. "I'm here - what're you going to do about it?"

Keeping his eyes on hers, Krillin leaned forward and began to kiss his way along her body as he gradually moved into bed with her. Eighteen moaned softly and wrapped her legs around his hips, trying to nudge him forward. Instead he entered her slowly, closing his eyes as he savored the moment. It was the most exquisite sensation he had ever experienced as he was engulfed in her warm folds. There was nothing of the android here; everywhere he touched, the woman responded.

Except for one brief moment of panic, flickers of Dr. Gero's lab went through her mind, but Eighteen forced them away. She kept her eyes on Krillin's face, watching the emotions change with his expressions. He was being almost too careful, too gentle and she was being to get irritated. Logically, she realized they should take their time but after the foreplay in the shower, she was in agony over a need that desperately needed to be filled.

"Don't worry," Eighteen said urgently, trying not to sound too impatient. "You can't hurt me."

"I'm not," Krillin groaned through clenched teeth. "I want - uhn! - this to be perfect."

Eighteen scowled. "You talk too much." She threaded her fingers into his wet hair and pulled his face to hers, devouring his mouth. She threw Krillin over on his back before he could protest and her golden hair hid their faces like a silk curtain.

"Hey!" Krillin gasped, starved for air. "Wha--?"

"Not another word." She punctuated her words with one last hard kiss.

His dark eyes followed her as she rose up over him and began to roll her pelvis into his; why it felt so right to do it, she couldn't say. Eighteen had no idea that she could feel like this. No one could live in the same house with Roshi and not have some idea of the mechanics - there were more than enough educational materials lying around but nothing could have prepared her for the sensations thrumming through her body. Krillin reached out and curved his strong hands around her hips, guiding her as they found each other's rhythm and began to move together.

The first tremors were so intense that they took Eighteen by surprise. She gasped and fell forward over Krillin's chest. He took advantage of it and flipped her over on her back, pinning her down for a voracious kiss. Startled, Eighteen stared up at him in disbelief as he broke the kiss.

Krillin mouthed silently, "My turn." He narrowed his eyes and grinned wickedly.

For split second, Eighteen nearly panicked - she felt almost helpless at losing control - but Krillin threaded his fingers through hers as he continued to make love to her. She reached over and took his other hand, drawing their joined hands over her head. Seeing the emotions dancing across Krillin's open face excited her and their passions washed over them like waves on the shore, pounding into their very souls. Eighteen was barely aware of crying out when he did, so lost in the most essential act of being human that her past didn't matter any more.

Bruised and buffeted, they sank into each other's arms.

Afterwards, Krillin couldn't stop touching her with a wondering look in his eyes as they lay side by side. He was like a child with a brand new toy that he couldn't get enough of. Eighteen, for once, didn't mind - she was drowsy and contented like a cat lying in the sun. If she didn't think it was so stupid, she'd purr. She regarded her lover - he looked like he was going to burst from pure happiness.

"Okay," she teased. "You can talk now."

"Thank Kami!!" he joked and kissed her fingertips. "Wow."

"Is that all you can say?"

Krillin just grinned idiotically. "I don't know what to say. This really took me by surprise." He kissed her forehead, her chin, her mouth. "I was all set to wait and boom, you did this."

"I've never been very patient."

"So I noticed." He chuckled. "And deeply appreciate it."

"Mmmm." Eighteen let her hand drift down his side, feeling his muscles still quivering like a racehorse beneath her fingers. "Yes, you did."

"I've been wanting to make love to you for weeks," he said hoarsely. "I thought if I rushed things, I'd scare you off."

"The only thing I was afraid of was that I'd lose control and hurt you," she admitted. "I realized if I didn't take a chance, I'd never know, and -- you'd never know how much I love you." She was ashamed to feel her eyes water, and turned her face into the pillow.

"I've always known, sweetheart." Krillin's hand cupped her cheek as he kissed away her tears. He was less embarrassed as he cried softly with her. "You say more with your eyes than most people ever say with words." He smiled and gave a little laugh. "I've never minded waiting."

"Well," she sniffed indignantly, "I got tired of waiting!"

"I'm glad you did." Krillin slid his arms around her and rolled over on his back, taking her with him. His hands slowly traveled along her back in rotating circles. "You realize you have to sleep in my bed now."

Eighteen rose up slightly and shook her head, smiling faintly. "OUR bed."

"Mmm," Krillin murmured against her lips, "I like the sound of that."

"In our house."

"Even better!"

"On one condition -- "

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To be continued.....