Disclaimer: Trigun is sadly enough not mine, or there would have been way more episodes!
Mindspeech is in italics
When morning comes I awake feeling warmer than I ever have been, which is saying something when you consider the fact I live on a desert planet. I can feel the warm body in front of me, and curl closer, thinking at first that it is Vash. Then I realize that the skin is too smooth so it can't be Vash. Flickering my eyes open I remember the previous night, waking and discovering a depressed Knives sitting on the beginnings of our new home. The kissing, oh my, the kissing. Blushing, I give a small shake of my head, trying not to wake either of the men with me.
As my glances flickers up the smooth body I am curled against, I meet a set of shimmering blue eyes. The electric in them currently subdued because of the amount of emotion coursing through them.
I smile at him, leaning up to kiss him again. My eyes drift shut as I enjoy the feeling of his lips against mine. Behind me I can feel Vash stirring, scooting closer to my back, thus pushing me ever so slightly against his brother. When we finally stop with the kissing, I'm barely breathing, and his breathing is a bit harsher than normal.
"Morning," I murmur, twisting around to kiss Vash well.
He grins against my lips, nipping them softly. "Good morning to you too," he replies softly.
Smiling, I lay my head on the pillow between them and look up, Knives has shifted to leaning on his arm, rather than laying on it, while Vash is propped on his mechanical arm. Both keep alternating between looking at each other and me. I can't help but think that this has to be the best way to wake up in the morning.
Grinning at Vash I comment, "You were definitely right last night."
He chuckles, giving a small shake of his head. "Of course I was, I'm not as goofy as I act you know."
Knives rolls his eyes at us, but that hard edge I remember from the previous night has not yet returned. Stretching, I chuckle at the fact both of them are watching me with almost identical looks on their handsome faces. While I am used to that type of look from Vash, seeing it on Knives face is different. It does not feel wrong however, it elects a feeling of belonging, of home.
Smiling softly, I reach up to brush the platinum hair off his face, brushing my fingers down has jaw as I do so. A startled intake of breath tells me he had not expected that. Still smiling, I sink my fingers into his hair and pull him to me, kissing him gently as I do so. I enjoy the wonder of the feel, the touch, the kiss. And I would have kept kissing him, except at that moment, my stomach decided to growl for all it was worth causing both of them to break out laughing. Transfixed, I cannot help but stare at the normally cold twin with such a beautiful laugh.
"We better feed our girl before she expires on us," Vash chuckles as he leans down and nuzzles my cheek.
"Indeed," Knives replies, his voice full of amusement.
Grinning at his twin, Vash comments, "Alright short girl, on to breakfast, is there anything left over from dinner or do we have to make something?"
Sighing, I sit up between them, thinking about it. "Pretty sure today is shopping day, which means no leftovers." Getting to my feet, I grab the robe by the bed before heading to check on the food situation. It is at that point that I realize that when I had left the tent the previous night I had only been wearing one of Vash's long shirts, nothing else. Oh well that explains a lot, I think to myself.
After finding just a little bit of food, I throw together a quick breakfast for everyone to eat before returning to where they are sprawled out together on the bed. They had both fallen back to sleep, with Vash pressed closely to his brothers side, his head resting on the pillow and his shoulder. Knives head turned towards him. Settling into the small chair in the room I watch them, thinking about the situation.
In their sleep their similarities are even more defined than when they are awake. They both have the same time of build, similar coloring, and similar features. In sleep they curl towards each other, almost as if afraid to wake with the other gone. As they sleep there is no sign of the fact that Knives had spent years trying to kill every human he could, nor were there any signs of the fact that Vash had spent that time trying to stop him if one could not see the scars riddling his body. They meshed well together, blending as if they belonged.
When I had left the tent the previous night I had been following a feeling that I had. I could hear something but could not figure out what it was. When I had found Knives all I had wanted to do was comfort him, the same way I felt when I saw Vash in pain. I had not considered the way I was dressed or how he might take it. There was pain in him, a pain that I was one of the biggest causes of. I reached for him the same way I would have Vash. Only he did not accept the offer as it was, he did not accept the comfort I offered. He pushed me away, but when I touched him the second time, when I resisted being shoved away and ignored he did something else.
He allowed the passion that he had been controlling to come into the forefront. Or maybe he lost control of it. In either event he had poured it into the kiss. Like that kiss over a year ago this one set my body aflame as well. The only difference is this time I was a little bit prepared for it, maybe even hoping for it. Although I definitely had not planned for it to happen the way that it did. For the last few weeks since I had spoke with Vash about his brother I had been contemplating the idea whenever I was nowhere near them incase either was using their telepathy.
Personally I did not want them to listen in on that debate. It is for me and me alone to decide whether or not to attempt the idea of being with both. In many ways they complement each other. Vash is goofy, light hearted, and full of joy at the wonder of being alive. He enjoys physical touch, hates to be alone, and has far more heart than should be expected of someone who had gone through so much trauma and damage. Knives on the other hand is serious, edgy of people, and sees the world for all its faults. For him physical touch is a rare thing, showed only to those he feels great affection for, he prefers to have his own space, and was almost bitter about that which had happened to him. Something tells me that Knives would bring a totally different feel to the relationship. Where with Vash, I can feel his love, joy, and passion in his every touch, I think that with Knives it would be more controlled. He would be too worried about me or his brother hurting him to allow his feelings to be that exposed.
Maybe I will accept him, just as openly as I accepted Vash. I know that there are things in Vash's history that he is ashamed of. Yet I never considered condemning him for his actions. Perhaps I have been unfair to Knives for holding him to a different set of standards. Shaking my head, I smile at my guys, for that's what they are. Or maybe I should say will be.
When I finally pull out of my head I am mildly surprised to see Knives electric arctic blue eyes locked on to me. A thoughtful look on his face. "You think loud, just not loudly enough for me to hear it clearly. Instead I just get a hum, much like when I hear the girls singing." He softly states.
I smile at him, a slight curl of my lips, "Well that answers the question about whether you can hear my thoughts or not. Are you hungry?"
He glances sideways and is startled to see that his twin is watching him through half-open eyes. "I, yes, I am." He blushes, closing his eyes.
Vash sits up, stretching and I watch in interest, the same way I do every morning. I love watching him move. Of course, I have recently discovered that I love watching Knives move to. Standing, I drift over to the bed and perch on the edge of it with the tray of food in my hands. While they situated themselves so they can eat, I hum softly. In the past Vash had showed an enjoyment for music and I was not surprised that his twin was the same way.