WARNING: Spoilers ahead! Probably a few pretty major ones by the time this is finished too! ^_^x
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Well, so I own a few stuffed animals from my early childhood days, but other than that, I own nothing.
A/N: Ummmmm, yeah. This has been bugging me to write it for over two months now, so I did.
**Flashback** is pretty self-explanatory
as is **End Flashback**
However, ~~~*~~~ means a scene change without coming out of/going into a flashback
On with the fic…
Of Pudding And A Bounty Hunter
**Chapter 5**
Previously:
As soon as she was done being stunned by his actions, Meryl found the strength to glare at him for a few minutes, before giving up on the whole thing with a sigh. This was yet another argument she wouldn't be winning…
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About an hour later, Meryl found herself lying awake, unable to give in to the drowsy feeling that had long ago overtaken her senses. There she was, lying in the same bed as the one man on all of Gunsmoke that she was so desperately in love with, and she couldn't sleep. Not that she didn't understand why she couldn't sleep, oh no, she knew exactly why. But she also knew that in order to solve her problem, she'd have to do something that she was sure would only wind up in an awkward situation in the morning. Frustrated, she tried to think of a way around her problem, but couldn't, no matter how hard she tried. Giving up, she looked over at Vash to make sure he was truly asleep this time. Well, even if he's not I can always pretend that I am and say I was dreaming when we get up in the morning… With that last thought, Meryl shifted closer to Vash, so that she was resting against him in the same way she would is he were holding her. There. She had solved her problem. Before sleep overtook her, she gave in to one tiny smile…
Vash however, was awake. He hadn't been able to sleep either, feeling many of the same torturous emotions as Meryl, though he didn't know it. When she shifted over closer to him, he assumed she must be asleep, perhaps dreaming of someone she cared for deeply, and in her dreams mistook him for the lucky man that she really wanted. Faced with a slightly awkward position, Vash realized how this would look when Meryl woke up in the morning, and for a moment wondering how loudly she would call him a pervert before resuming his debate of what to do. Normally, the choice wouldn't have been so hard, all he had to do was gently move her back over to her own side, but she was just so damn comfortable… Oh hell… he thought as he wrapped his arms around her, deciding that if she yelled at him for it in the morning he'd just claim he had been asleep…
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"I'm home!!!" Millie's boisterous cry rang throughout the house late in the afternoon of the next day. Having decided that it was too dark to make the return trip home, Millie had spent the night in a hotel in LR Town, and then began her trip back sometime that morning, her quest for pudding fulfilled. "Meryl! I brought you and Mr. Vash some pudding from the store! There's chocolate and vanilla and strawberry too!" Millie happily deposited the said items in the kitchen, and began to wonder why no one was answering her calls. Deciding to search out her friends, she made her way to Meryl's room first, thinking that perhaps the smaller woman had slept in a little later than usual. "Meryl? I'm ho…" Millie's voice happily decided to stop working just as she poked her head in the door and beheld what was perhaps the most beautiful sight she had ever seen. There, in Meryl's bed, was Vash the Stampede, his arms wrapped protectively and gently around none other than Meryl Stryfe, both still sleeping contentedly. The look on Millie's face was ecstatic that had they been awake Meryl and Vash would have wondered how Millie managed to see straight through all of her smiling. As quickly and quietly as possible, Millie slipped out of the room and shut the door. "Well it's about time…" she muttered heading back to the kitchen to devour more pudding before checking on Mr. Knives.