"Hmm..." Vash sighed. There was a scent that smelled faintly like perfume...or shampoo. He must be having one of those dreams again. He didn't even bother opening his eyes. He just moved his head down and buried his face in between Meryl's neck and shoulder.

"Vash, what are you doing?" Meryl asked sleepily.

"Hmm? Oh, I'm just dreaming..." His fingers started to softly caress her skin with no particular goal in mind.

"Oh...I see... What are you dreaming about?" she asked him.

He laughed a little. "You, silly." He felt his fingers trailing up Meryl's thigh as his hand made contact with the bottom of her skirt. He heard a sharp intake of breath and smiled against her neck.

"Um, that's funny," Meryl said nervously, "because I could swear that I'm awake..."

What?

His eyes flew open to see Meryl lying next to him with her back to him. This was real. As fast as he could, he pulled his arms off of Meryl and put his head under his cover. "I am so so so sorry. I don't know what I was thinking. Oh my god, I can't believe I did that. Please forgive me." He was mumbling into his pillow.

Meryl could see how embarrassed he was and now she felt really bad. She had actually been enjoying herself... She pushed the thought out of her mind as she ducked her head under the blanket to try to calm him down. "Vash, it's ok." She put her hand lightly on his back. "What are you doing in here?"

"Millie told me it would be okay...plus, I tried the floor and it was just uncomfortable." Vash lifted his head off of his pillow to look at the girl who was so close to him. How did this happen? He realized he was still on his side. Why was she under his blanket with him?

Was Millie playing match-maker? "Vash, it's okay! No harm done!" She was blushing at how close the two of them were. "We'll figure out something for tonight..." She started thinking about the previous situation. Shyly, she asked, "So, um, how often do you have dreams about me?" She didn't think she could possibly blush anymore than she was.

Meryl...wasn't going to kill him? He looked at her and let out a huge breath of air. He was blushing pretty badly and couldn't help smiling. But, he figured, one good tease deserved another. "Um...I don't know...a while I guess. So how long have you been writing your boss love letters about me?"

Meryl gasped. "What!" She pulled her head out from under the blanket and saw all her tight little balls of paper spread out as neatly as possible on the floor. She groaned with embarrassment. She had to get out of here. She threw the blanket off of her and tried to move, but Vash had grabbed her arm.

"Wait Meryl, I didn't mean to embarrass you." She let him pull her close again. "Please don't leave."