Let Go

a/n: I do not own Trigun.

Chapter 2

"You stupid idiot! How dare you scare me like that!" Meryl screamed as she threw her arms around Vash's neck. She hugged him tightly, and he let himself hug her back. He nuzzled her hair, inhaling her scent. Meryl started to let go, but Vash held her tight.

"Shh. Meryl. Let me hold you. Please, just let me hold you," Vash whispered. Meryl stilled herself, and laid her head on Vash's chest. He felt so good to hold. He smelled like green grass and fresh air. She moved her arms so they were around his waist. He kissed her head. Meryl ran her fingers up and down his back. She could feel bandages underneath his shirt.

"Are you hurt?" Meryl asked him quietly.

"A man patched me up in Demitrihi. I have been in worse condition. Knives was in worse condition than me. But, he is recovering in his own way," Vash responded.

"You found a way to spare him then?" Meryl inquired.

"I saved him," Vash answered.

"Is it all over then?"

"The Gun Ho Guns are gone. Legato is dead. Knives has been saved. I am back here, where I belong. Where I feel I belong," Vash told her.

"Vash? I had something I wanted to tell you before you left for battle, and I couldn't say it. I couldn't send you into battle with the burden --," Meryl was cut off by Vash tilting her face up to look into her eyes. She could drown in those deep green pools. They stood there, transfixed, frozen in time. Then Vash lowered his head and brushed her lips with his. Merul shuddered with the tenderness of that one touch. He was always so gentle. He always took such care.

"Vash?" Meryl asked in wonderment. A single tear coursed down her cheek, while its twin made its way down Vash's smooth, ageless face. Meryl stood on her tiptoes and mashed her lips against his, and brought her hands up to tangle in his golden hair. She knew what Vash needed. He needed to forget. He needed to lose himself in something. He needed to feel something other than fear, pain, and loss. Meryl reached between them and started to unbutton his shirt. He just stared at her. She pushed it off his shoulders and down his arms. It fell to the floor. She ran her nails down his chest and traced every scar and every spare part.

"Kiss me Vash. Kiss me like you mean it. Kiss me like you love me. Kiss me right now," Meryl pleaded with him as she kicked off her shoes and took off her shirt. She stood there in her pants and bra, staring at him in challenge.

"Why are you doing this?" Vash asked her quietly.

"Because I love you stupid. You scarf donuts, you chase skirts, and you can't hold your liquor. But underneath it all, Mr. Vash the Stampede, you are the most amazing creature I have ever met. Let me help you forget for once. Let me help you feel special. Let me try to heal some of the scars on your sweet soul. Let me love you, Vash," Meryl said to him, and she grabbed his hand. She led him through the house and into her bedroom. Vash did not say a word as she removed her bra and her pants. She now wore only her panties. He didn't say a word as she removed the rest of his clothing. He stood there, naked as the day he was born. Meryl took off her panties and stood in front of him. She looked at him, desire and love filling her blue eyes.

"You're beautiful Vash," Meryl told him.

Vash did not want to stay still any longer. He grabbed Meryl and pulled her to him. She did not resist. He kissed her gently, and slid his tongue across her lips, asking for permission to taste her mouth. She opened her lips and let his tongue slide in. She tasted like tea and honey. He tugged on her tongue with his own, each tug coaxing more heat to form between her thighs. The kiss deepened even more, until Meryl's breasts were crushed against Vash's chest. Her nipples were pink and stiff with arousal.

Vash slid his hands down her back and cupped her ass with his hands. He lifted her up so that her legs were wrapped around his waist. He was hard, and she wanted to sheathe him inside her, but he stubbornly kept her in no position to be filled with him. Vash walked over to Meryl's bed and laid her down on it. Then he stretched out next to her. She looked so perfect laying there, her swollen mouth open and panting.

"Meryl, are you sure you want this?" Vash asked her with genuine concern.

"Vash, kiss me," Meryl pulled his head down to her and she kissed him passionately. Sometimes he just spoke too much. His false left arm lowered to cup her right breast, squeezing it gently as the thumb worked her nipple in circles. Meryl moaned into Vash's mouth and arched her back into his hand. Vash broke off the kiss to move his mouth down to Meryl's soft neck. He sucked a bit of skin into his mouth and held it with his teeth as he flicked the skin with his hot tongue. She gasped at the sensation. He continued down until he could take her right nipple into his mouth. As he suckled her, she moaned loudly. He used his right hand to manipulate her left nipple. He slid his left hand down her stomach to the junction between her thighs. He cupped her at first, feeling how hot she was. He used his fingers to stroke her, and used his thumb to rub circles on top of her swollen bud. Meryl was whispering his name and moaning loudly now. He left her nipple so he could look at her. Her legs were spread and her face was flushed. He slid two fingers into her and moved them in and out slowly, while she shook and moaned.

"What do you want Meryl?" Vash asked her.

"What?" Meryl asked him, out of breath from the ministrations of his fingers. She was wet and pink. Meryl bucked slightly.

Vash leaned down and kissed her, very gently, "Open your eyes Meryl," Vash gently commanded. Her blue eyes fluttered open, and she looked straight at him.

"What do you want Meryl?" Vash asked her, his eyes full of lust and caring.

"You. I want you. I love you. Make love to me Vash," Meryl said quietly, but it sounded like thunder in his ears.

Vash rose above her, and lowered his body onto hers. He propped himself up on his left arm and used his right to guide himself into her. With one thrust he was inside her. She was hot and tight. He moaned her name as he began to move. He moved slowly at first, not wanting to hurt her. He looked into her eyes and saw no pain.

"Vash, just let go. Give in. I know you would never hurt me. Forget it all. I'm yours Vash," Meryl told him.

Vash took that advice to heart and began to give in to the pleasure he was experiencing. He started to move faster inside on Meryl, driving himself into her. She wrapped her legs around him, and arched her back with pleasure, She moaned beneath him.

"Vash, oh Vash. I love you, oh!" Meryl screamed out, and Vash felt her contract around him as she found her release. He increased in speed and depth, which resulted in another climax from her. Her second climax sent him over the edge and he stiffened as he shot his release in her womb.

"Oh Meryl," was all he could say as he half collapsed on her. They were both spent.