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With a painful clang, Vash woke from his sleep groggily to see a frying pan hovering inches from his nose. Roderich was half squished beneath him, struggling to free his arms from Vash's grasp so that he could rub his head where he'd been hit, rather harshly, by Elizavetta. Somehow, somewhere in the cozy fireside cuddling and the warm mountains of blankets they were wrapped in, the boys had fallen asleep on the pink couch. Apparently they'd been out for a while, because their unfortunate wake-up call came from the flustered Hungarian girl that was supposed to have spent her entire day out shopping with Lilli. Both of the boys were slow to move from their napping spots, and they were thankful that Elizavetta didn't hit them again for being so slow. She could really be mean sometimes, but apparently she had a nice enough side not to cause too much damage to the boy that was already sick.
"Is this how you two spend your days? Running through the rain, getting yourselves sick, and then falling asleep on the couch? It's a wonder you both haven't died from stupidity yet." Elizavetta remarked as she set her kitchen ware on the table behind the couch and moved across the room to open the curtains. The maid must have shut them when she saw the boys had fallen asleep, because they'd been open before, and neither Vash nor Roderich had cared enough about them to end their blissful states and go close them. Neither one of them seemed overly interested in moving off the couch to open them again either, so they left it to a certain increasingly angry Hungarian to bother with the curtains.
As she finished with the curtains alone, Elizavetta turned to look at the two boys and sighed, shaking her head. "Lilli and I are going to cook tonight. You two should go get some clothes on and we'll see you in an hour for dinner." She instructed before she picked up her belongings and left the room, giving the boys a moment to collect their thoughts and get their heads on straight. Vash took a little longer to pull himself together, and given the way he sat on Roderich's lap, there wasn't much the Austrian could do about going ahead of him. He waited until Vash moved off of him to stand up, and then proceeded to take his "friend" by the hand and slowly pull him upstairs. They left the pile of blankets and damp towels sitting on the couch by the fire, expecting that they would either dry by the fire or a maid would come around to pick them up.
There was a thoughtful look on Roderich's face as they neared the top of the stairs, as if he was considering the idea of skipping dinner, and he was seriously considering it. Not that he expected there to be bad food to fear, but he wasn't particularly hungry, and after such a nice nap he was energized and wanted to do something. Looking to Vash though, he knew they couldn't. Whether the blonde admitted it or not, he needed to eat, and he really wasn't fit to be running around on pointless little outings, however much Roderich wanted to do something. He still didn't want to sit through another awkward dinner with the girls though, there had been very little conversation the other night and he wasn't excited for a repeat.
At the top of the stairs, Roderich let go of Vash's hand and looked down the hall toward their bedrooms. With a soft sigh, he gave Vash one short kiss on the forehead before he headed down the hall toward his bedroom. Admit it or not, he looked atrocious in his current clothes. He looked nice before, but since they'd come inside he'd wrinkled his shirt, spilt tea on his pants, and discarded his other layers that completed the look. He really needed to change, and the usual purple and white ensemble was waiting for him back in his bedroom. Vash was of a similar mind set, he had his cozy green jacket, another pair of black pants, and his favorite white beret sitting in his room, waiting for him to change instead of wearing wet clothes for the rest of the evening.
They went their separate ways, headed to their own rooms for a change of clothes and a little privacy from the girls. Vash walked at a dauntingly slow pace, cautious of the fact that he might wear himself out, after earlier he wasn't willing to take any chances. By the time he reached his door, Roderich was already in his room, and Vash was standing in the hall alone.
Pushing the door open slowly, Vash walked into his room. Sitting on the end of the bed in a very neat fashion was a dry change of clothes, probably set out by one of the maids. It was not, however, the clothes he expected. Somewhere in that time they were asleep, the house staff must have found time to wash and dry his shirt and coat, because the pink shirt stared him in the face like red hots on a snicker doodle. Beside them was his other pair of blank pants, looking clean and pressed like they hadn't just come out of his suitcase. It was convenient, but a little creepy, but at least it took the guess work out of finding his clothes, or how Lilli would react if she never got to see him in the shirt she'd made him.
With an exasperated sigh that leaked past the smile that stuck on his lips, Vash pulled the shirt on and slowly buttoned it up, leaving the top button undone as he had earlier. He then stripped his damp black pants off in exchange for the dry ones that were sitting on the end of his bed. It felt good to pull on some dry clothes. Even after spending an afternoon by the fire drying off, it wasn't as nice as just putting on some fresh clothes. He had to wonder if Roderich's clothes had been taken care of for him as well, but the more he thought on it, the more he doubted it. Roderich hadn't taken his shirt off when they entered the house, and therefore it couldn't have been washed. Roderich would be back in his usual, which didn't come as a surprise, but it was a little upsetting when Vash considered that he would be the only one wearing something different from the ordinary.
As he reached for his jacket to pull it on, the doors to his room came open and Roderich stood in the door way, staring at him. Vash turned to look back at him, but by the time he had focused his gaze on the purple jacket the Austrian was back to wearing, Roderich had pulled it off and set it in a chair nearby. Vash seemed a little confused at such an action, after all, they'd just gotten dressed, but he figured Roderich had a reason for it, whatever that reason might be. He just pulled his jacket on and rolled his eyes at the Austrian that was standing in his room.
Roderich locked the door to the bedroom without a word, a curious look on his face. He almost seemed frustrated, bothered by something that had happened in the few minutes he'd been alone in his bedroom. Vash opened his mouth to ask what was wrong, to try and understand why his bedroom door had just been locked with them both inside, but he didn't get the chance. Roderich rushed from the door to Vash and slipped a hand under the blonde's chin, pulling their lips together. There was no chance to break free, to protest. Vash wasn't particularly bothered by the idea, he didn't want to scramble away like he might have before, but he was confused as to the haste Roderich showed in kissing him.
Slowly, the Austrian pulled his lips free, searching for words to explain his actions. "I don't want to eat with the girl's tonight. They had their day together, we should get ours." He whispered before pressing his lips to Vash's once more, his left hand resting on the smaller mans hip while his right hand moved from Vash's chin to his other side. Vash put his arms slowly up around the Austrian's neck, his hands resting on the back of Roderich's shoulders. Without much warning, they both slowly moved in the direction of Vash's bed, never once bothering to break the kiss. It was warm, full of pleasurable passion, their kiss. Neither of them wanted it to end.
Within a moment, Vash felt his back hit the soft pillow top cushion of his bed. Roderich leaned over him, reluctantly pulling his lips away and looking into Vash's eyes in search of a response. There was nothing out of the ordinary. Confusion, lust, a twinge of anger, a pinch of embarrassment, it was all in his eyes as Vash scooted back a little on his elbows until he had everything above his knees on the bed so that he was no longer awkwardly arching his back to lay even partly on the bed. Roderich immediately took advantage of it, moving to lie on the bed beside Vash. He leaned over the blonde on his knees, moving their lips together once more. His right hand roamed along the buttons of the pink shirt toward the collar. Slowly, ever so slowly, he undid the first button Vash had put together. He paused, waiting for a reaction for only a moment before he moved onto the next; unbuttoning his shirt one button at a time.
Within a moment, he had the pink fabric apart, revealing Vash's under shirt. A blush began to rise on the Swiss man's cheeks, but he didn't fight it, he only waited. He was almost disappointed as Roderich's lips once more left his, but he was thankful for the chance to finally breathe. Roderich's warm breath slid along the back of his neck like a snake, and Vash couldn't resist a shiver as goose bumps crawled up his arms. The dark haired Austrian seemed ignorant of such a reaction, and pressed his lips to the Swiss boy's neck. Vash shivered once more, but he didn't push him off, though hesitant words rested on his lips.
"Don't you think the girl's will be suspicious?" he asked softly, a soft shaking in his voice as he spoke, almost afraid that Roderich would take it as a request to stop when that was not his intention. He was still a little confused, slightly concerned about what was going on, but that did not mean he wanted Roderich to stop in the least bit. Still, Roderich's lips left his neck and he stared into Vash's eyes for a short moment, searching for the right response.
"Even if they are, they can't stop us. I locked the door for a reason." Roderich whispered before he moved his lips back to Vash's. Outside the room, the rain continued to pound against the window. Somewhere behind the clouds, the sun had begun to set, leading the boys into a very long evening together.