Tora felt his knees shake slightly when they appeared in Eighteen's living room. It was like he was in a dream and he was so afraid that at any moment, he was going to wake up and find himself alone in his apartment again. He looked down at Eighteen and ran his fingers through her hair, drawing his thumb across her cheek. He just wanted to touch her, hold her, kiss her over and over and drink in her presence as much as he possibly could.
He shifted Marron in his arms, not wanting to let go of her either. He would never try to replace Krillin as her father, but dammit, he could certainly try for second best. He tucked her head under his chin, trying not to hug her too tightly. He cleared his throat and gave Eighteen a smile. "So you sure you wanna keep me this time? I'm kinda a pain in the ass."
Eighteen chuckled and nodded, leaning her head into his hand. "I think I do. If you think you can put up with me," she said as she sighed against him. It was as if all the strain that she had been feeling was draining away now that he was back in her house. Their house.
Marron giggled as she laid her head down on Tora's chest. "You need a shower," she said, reaching a small hand up to his jaw and rubbing at the stubble there, "And a shave! You're scratchy!"
Tora threw his head back and laughed. "Yeah, you're probably right," he chuckled. He looked down at his clothes, his wrinkled shirt and the dirty jeans he'd grabbed off the floor in his rush to get to the hospital. He carefully set Marron down on the floor and rubbed the back of his neck as he stood up straight again. "Don't suppose I could trouble you to toss these in the wash? And let me use your shower?" he asked. He knew he probably should've gone home, but he just didn't want to leave.
Eighteen smiled and nodded. "Go ahead, I'll start some breakfast for all of us. Maybe we can catch up on our sleep after we eat." She rubbed at Marron's head affectionately. "Why don't you go wash your hands, sweetheart?" she suggested, smiling as she watched her daughter run off before she looked at Tora, moving to him and kissing him heatedly. "I don't want you to go anywhere," she breathed between kisses.
"I'm not," he answered back, nipping at her lips, kissing her passionately. He pulled her into his arms, moaning softly. A hot shower, a good meal, and crawling into bed with this woman sounded like heaven to him. He finally pulled back and grinned at her. "You just like the idea of me naked in your house," he teased as he gave her ass a playful slap and stepped back to pull his shirt off.
Eighteen smiled faintly. "I just think I'm in shock really. I mean, after all of these months, is it really this simple?" She pressed her lips together for a moment in thought. "Not that I want it to be complicated. I think I've done enough of that lately. Let's try this your way for once," she said, taking his clothes, "Go on, get your shower. I think I hear Marron in the kitchen."
He smiled at her. "It can be this simple if we want it to be," he answered. He stripped off his jeans and boxers, shooting her a wink before he disappeared into the bathroom. The hot water felt good as he let it wash over him. He couldn't believe his luck, that they had somehow mended whatever had been broken between them. He just couldn't seem to stop smiling. That is, until he reached for the soap and saw the ridiculous amount of bottles Eighteen had in the shower. "Women," he muttered under his breath.
He stayed in the shower for a long time, thinking over everything that had happened and where they would go from here. He didn't care really, as long as he was with her. He shaved his face and properly combed out his hair before he wrapped a towel around his waist and stepped out into the hallway. "You gonna give me my clothes back or am I just supposed to walk around like this all the time now?" he teased when he saw her.
Eighteen looked him up and down, pausing a moment as she thought. "I don't know, I think I rather like this look," she teased back, but went to the washroom and pulled his clothes out of the dryer. "You clean up pretty good," she said before she ducked her head; it had probably been because of her that he stopped looking after himself. "I wish I could say something to make up for how horrible I've been to you."
Tora shook his head. "I could've called you just as easily. I think we're equal," he said as he glanced around to make sure Marron wasn't in eye-sight before he dropped the towel and pulled his clothes on. "Such a shame you make me cover up all this Saiyan sexiness, though." He snickered and pulled her to him again, feeling so much better to be clean and in warm, clean clothes. His stomach rumbled for the first time in ages as he smelled the food she'd cooked. "How about we eat and then we can take a nap?" he suggested, wagging his eyebrows.
Eighteen couldn't stop the honest laugh that passed her lips and she nodded. "A nap or a nap?" she asked. "I think I could be up for both." She slid her hand up his freshly shaven cheek, sighing at the softness there. "Come on, you look like you could use a few good meals. I made a lot," she said, leading the way into the kitchen.
Tora followed her, chuckling and scooping up Marron as she came running. He grinned wider when the little girl squealed and he set her in her chair before he sat down. "Oh, this looks good," he said as Eighteen sat a full plate in front of him. "I haven't had a good meal in forever." He eagerly dug into his meal, eating plate after plate until he couldn't possibly eat another bite. He finally sat back with an appreciative groan. "Your momma's a good cook isn't she?" he smiled at Marron.
Marron nodded, giggling at him. "You eat lots, don't you?" she asked as she kicked her legs back and forth, pausing to hide a yawn in her hands. She finished off her milk and looked to her mom. "Can we really go to sleep now?" she asked as she glanced outside at the sun that was starting to rise up.
Eighteen laughed and nodded. "I think so, but don't think this is going to become a regular thing, missy," she said as she picked up the plates and set them into the dishwasher, looking over whatever else had to be done. "That can wait," she said as she wiped her hands on a towel, "I'm exhausted."
Tora stood and stretched his arms over his head, his spine popping. "Let's get some rest then," he said. "Come on, Marron. I'll tuck you in." His heart warmed when her face split in a big smile and she let him carry her to her room. He tucked her into her bed and he had to swallow as she grabbed the pink unicorn and curled up with it. "Sleep well, Little One," he said softly and kissed her forehead. "I'll be here when you wake up. I promise." He sat with her for awhile, running his fingers through her hair until she was sound asleep.
He made his way down the hall to Eighteen's room and leaned in the doorway as he watched her pull back the blankets on the bed. Gods, he would never get over how breathtakingly beautiful she was. "I think I could stare at you for days, you know that?"
"Flatterer," she said before she turned to look at him. "Glad to see some things don't change." She changed her clothes into something more comfortable, looking at him defiantly as she stripped down and pulled on shorts and a tank top before she climbed between the cool sheets. "Come on, I think you've earned whatever you want. I could probably sleep for days, feels like an eternity since I had any decent sleep."
He understood that all too well. "I feel the same," he said as he stripped off his shirt and jeans. Butterflies filled his stomach as he moved to lay in the bed next to her. "Oh, this feels good," he said as he stretched and scooted closer to her. The bed seemed incredibly soft and his eyes felt heavy. He reached over and tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. "Get some rest, sweetheart. You're going to need it when I wake up," he said and pulled her closer to lay her head on his chest.
Eighteen let him arrange her however he wanted, pulling up the covers over them as she settled next to him. She kissed at the skin beneath her lips, smelling the clean soap he had used in his shower. "That better be a promise, mister," she said, letting herself smile softly before she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.
He shivered as she kissed so close to the brand on his chest, similar to the one Vegeta wore. "It is," he murmured as he traced his fingertips up and down her spine. A deep, rumbling purr issued from his throat as he too quickly fell asleep with her in his arms.
Eighteen wasn't sure what time it was when she woke up, the sun was still shining through her windows and a quick glance at the clock told her it was just past one in the afternoon. Soft snoring next to her had her looking at Tora and she smiled, relaxing back into the bed. It hadn't been a dream. He really had come back with them. She felt so foolish, wasting so much precious time on an if when she could have been happy. She let her legs brush up against his, between his. She could feel the heat from his body and the length between his legs. It touched her on some level that he hadn't taken advantage of her when she knew full well that he could do so.
How hard had he been working to get her attention? Well, he had it now and she wanted him to know that. She moved over him, kissing at his neck, his brand, letting her hand trail down his chest, pinching lightly at his nipples and going further down to lightly trail along his length.
Tora drew a long, sharp breath through his nose as he was suddenly woken by the delicate hands that roamed over his body. He smiled sleepily at her as his length twitched. "Hey baby," he said, his voice low and heavy. He felt relief crash through him again to see her and feel her beside him. For one fearful moment, he thought he was going to wake up alone again. He rolled to his side and ran his hand down her arm, drinking in the sight of her. "Gods, you're beautiful," he breathed before he moved to suck at her neck, gently thrusting his hips into her touch.
Eighteen tilted her head to the side to give him better access to her neck as he sucked at her flesh. Her body woke up to his attentions and she sighed happily. "I've been waiting so long for this," she said as she let her fingers curl around his impressive girth and stroked him languidly. "I've missed you. More than I ever thought I could. It hurt so much not to have you here. I promise you, I won't push you away ever again," she said as she leaned in kissing at his shoulder, his neck, jaw.
He moaned against her as his hand slid down her flat stomach. "Please don't," he begged quietly. "I don't think I could ever stand to be away from you again." He slipped his hand into her shorts, trailing his fingertip along the wet line he found there. Her hand on him felt amazing and he wanted to return the same to her. He flicked his finger over her clit as he continued to suck at her neck, groaning against her. His cock throbbed in her hand and he moved to lay closer to her. "Gods, you know how to drive me crazy. You know that?"
Eighteen gasped and moaned as she felt his hand on her. She rocked into his touch, suddenly wanting him, wanting that space between them to vanish. "I want you. Nothing between us, no more space, no more distance at all," she said as the swirled her thumb around the head of his cock, loving the feeling of the hot steel in her grasp. She forced herself to pull away as she yanked off her top and shimmied out of her shorts before she returned to him. She pushed him to lay back before she climbed on top of him, holding his length steady as she sank down on top of him, moaning out as he filled her so completely. "Gods, yes!" she cried as she reached up and pinched her own nipples, looking down at him with a smirk.
Tora's back arched and he moaned loudly at the feel of her hot, tight body on him. His mouth watered at her sexy display as she teased her own breasts. "Baby, you look so good," he groaned as he thrust up into her. It felt so good to be connected with her like this. Not just physically, but in every way. His hands went to her hips, curling his fingers around them and he bucked up into her again, moaning at the feel of her surrounding him. "Come here," he growled and pulled her down closer to him so he could bury his face in the valley between her breasts.
Eighteen couldn't stop the moan that escaped her lips as Tora bucked up into her, his length pressing up against that spot deep inside of her that made stars burst before her eyes. "I've missed you so much," she gasped as the Saiyan rubbed his face between her breasts, catching a nipple and biting at it before he switched to the other one. "So good," she moaned.
Tora nodded as he sucked fiercely at her nipple, working the nub between his teeth, flicking his tongue over it. Gods, her skin tasted good. He licked and nipped at her chest, his hands gripping her ass as he pulled her down on him again and again. "I missed you, too," he answered. He hissed in pleasure, thrusting up harder into her. "You are amazing. I love how wet you are for me," he breathed as his cock twitched inside her.
Eighteen could barely stand the pleasure that was coursing through her body, everything seemed to finally be at peace with itself. The world was starting to right itself and she could almost feel the age of peace that Dende had talked about. She clenched herself around Tora's body, committing the feeling of him, the taste, everything to memory. She pushed herself back, leaning down to claim his lips. "I want you to move in," she gasped as his cock pulsed deeply inside of her.
Tora gasped as his eyes went wide. "Wh-what?" he panted, certain he had heard her wrong. She must've gone crazy. He searched her eyes as he continued to thrust up into her, his heart swelling when he realized she meant what she said. "Yes," he cried. "Oh gods, Eighteen." He could feel himself swelling within her, his emotions in overdrive, the pleasure amplifying. "Baby, I'm gonna come."
Eighteen hissed out as she felt him speed up his thrusts, skin slapping against skin. His answer made her heart soar, she had wasted so much time with him when they could have had a happy life together. Marron could have remembered so much if she hadn't chased this wonderful man out of their lives. "Tora, come with me," she cried out as her orgasm washed over her. Her muscles clenched and trembled around him as she came.
He roared out at the same time, his cock filling her body, his breath catching in his throat. He held her tightly to him as they rode out their orgasm together. He finally collapsed back against the bed, a silly grin on his face as he looked at her. She really wanted him, had asked him to move in with her. He reached up and brushed some of the hair from her face. "You have no idea how happy you just made me," he said.
Eighteen laughed softly, leaning into his touch. She kissed at his palm before she met his eyes. "Oh, I think I have a small idea," she said as she wiggled on him, moaning softly as she felt him inside of her, his hot cum slipping from her. "Thank you... I don't think I ever said it, but for everything that you've done for me. Us. Thank you," she said as she laid over him, closing her eyes as she drew the covers back over them.
"You don't have to thank me. I did it because I wanted to," he answered, gently lifting his hips up, pressing himself into her once more. He held her to him and rolled, pinning her beneath him. He sighed as he sank deeper into her body. He grabbed her legs and pulled them around his waist. A moan escaped his lips as he gently thrust into her. She felt so tight and wet around his hard, aching length. "I love making love to you," he purred in her ear as he wrapped his tail around her waist. It wiggled down between them, the tip of it caressing her clit as he rocked into her.
Eighteen gasped out and thrust up against him, she was starting to love that tail of his more and more. She secured her legs around his waist, her hand going to curl around the furry appendage, stroking it carefully in time with his languid thrusts. "Mm, I'm starting to see the merit of having you around." She gave him a wink, feeling at peace with herself. That she could be like this with him, that he accepted her even though she was broken in so many ways. "You are amazing," she breathed as his girth filled her over and over again.
"No, you are," he breathed and captured her lips in a heated kiss. His body tensed and shivered as she stroked his tail. Gods, how he loved that. He quickened his thrusts, delving deep into her body. He would never get enough of her. "Y-you keep that up and you're gonna make me come again," he warned, moving his tail quicker against the sensitive flesh of her body. He growled in his throat as her fingers only curled tighter around it. "Eighteen!" he cried as his cock swelled and poured into her body, a roar of pleasure ripping from his throat as he came.
Eighteen's body crested a second later, the sensation of his hot essence filling her becoming too much as she clenched around him, her hand tightening around the tail that teased her body so perfectly. She couldn't wait to spend a lifetime exploring what they could do with that tail, with each other. She wanted so much and she had been so afraid to voice that want, to accept it for herself. She felt complete once again and deep down, she felt that was alright. To be happy wasn't wrong. She relaxed back into the bed, smiling up at the Saiyan, "You weren't kidding about that Saiyan stamina."
He chuckled and leaned his forehead against hers, his eyes closing for a minute. "Nope. I wasn't," he smiled and kissed her softly. He nuzzled at her jaw, still bracing himself above her small frame. "And now it's my turn to thank you. Thank you for giving me a second chance. I promise, Eighteen, you won't regret it."