Fingers fumbling in the dark.
It had started with a simple kiss, one that quickly escalated into something more. Now clothes dotted the floor in crumpled heaps, from the door to the bed.
A grunt. Another click. An impatient growl.
Vash liked it when she growled. Her frustration fueled his mounting excitement.
A whispered curse, "Dammit, Vash, do you really need this many?"
He hadn't thought much of his attire before. He liked the effect it was having.
A wicked grin. She was so flustered she couldn't think straight.
He didn't think he could go back to jeans after this.