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Chapter 17: Meryl's POV
Things had not gone how she thought that they would on the cliff. They had finally talked, but it was not the talk she had expected. When they had finally stopped kissing, and he had just held her in his arms his body pressed against hers, she had asked him to tell her about his life. So he had, softly, gently playing with her hair as he went over everything, even the things the girls had told her.
When he was finally done telling her, he had nuzzled her and waited. She knew without asking that he expected her to reject him. How could she, she thought to herself, there was not any way in the world she would reject him. He was her Vash, all those contradictions that she had noticed finally made sense. Instead, she had turned in his arms and kissed him again.
Even in the low light she could see the shock in his beautiful turquoise eyes. Past the shock was hope, longing, desire.
Pushing him backwards, she sat on him, "Listen to me," she tells him softly but seriously, "I want you to stay, stay forever with me. I realize that I will have a shorter life but it doesn't matter. You're too amazing, if you want to leave because that's your choice, it's okay. However I would rather you stay."
Leaning down she kisses him again. She is startled however when he kisses her back, wrapping his arms around her and rolling so she is laying on the ground beneath him.
"You know, you're pretty odd for a human." He murmurs in between kisses. "Most would be running as fast as they can away from me. Everything I touch gets destroyed eventually."
She bites his lip after that causing him to jerk back as she scowls at him, "You really are an idiot sometimes Vash." Raising her hand to touch his cheek, she smiles at him, "Almost all the problems you were having were from your brother and his group of fools. Since your brother is no longer trying to kill you, and the fools are gone, which you are not allowed to blame yourself for, I don't think you will be having as many problems."
He smiles at her. She can tell he is enjoying her touching him because he is leaning into her hand.
"If you haven't got it yet, I love you, you idiot." She tells him, her voice barely a whisper.
Apparently, he hadn't got it because his already wide eyes widened further, the shock almost turning to disbelief.
Smiling, she pulls him back down to kiss him again. This time when their lips touch, its like electricity is arching between them as she feels the sparks fly. Years of wishing seems to be packed into his touch. Slowly the kiss builds power, until they are both exploring the other, her hand that had been on his face slips to run down his back, electing a groan out of him. While her other hand edges under the edge of his shirt to brush against his skin there.
You're serious, Meryl hears in her mind, startled that it is Vash's voice.
Vash's POV
Your serious, his mind whispers to her, falling back on the telepathy that he had spent years using with his sisters. How? Why? I don't understand, but by god Meryl I'll stay, just don't leave me. Please, don't leave me.
It was not something he had intentionally done, connecting with her that way, it just happened as her fingers had brushed against his body he had felt the types of reactions he had seen thousands of times but never felt himself.
What could she possibly see in me? he wonders, even as he keeps kissing her back, so far she has been the only one to touch. He is too self conscious of his scars to do much more than enjoy the feel of her lips while she makes herself familiar with his body. Past that, he hasn't forgotten where they are, since he knows his brother would be able to see them clearly he does not want things to go that far up on this cliff.
"Meryl love, we should probably find a better place than this. Anyone could look up here and see us," he eventually mutters, breaking his last kiss.
Her fingers had just brushed a particularly delicate scar as he says it, causing him to groan.
Her large glazed eyes focus on him, "Alright Vash," she answers her voice breathy and full of need.
Getting to his feet, he offers her a hand, is very pleased when she accepts it. Smiling, the two of them make their way down the hill together, hand in hand. He does not want to let her go unless he has too, right now he is too worried that it is nothing but a dream. He had had dreams like that before and they always sucked when he had awoken to discover it was nothing but a dream.
When they got back to the town, he is not sure what to do. Part of him does not want to go home and deal with the situation awaiting there. Sure his brother had said he would not stand in his way but sometimes its hard to believe the brother who spent years trying to kill even though he knows that he had never been lied to. At the same time, he did not want to get a hotel room because that seemed wrong somehow. However he did not have to choose, since Meryl headed back to their home, he followed still holding on to her hand. When they got to the house, she had silently lead him through it, only she didn't go to either of their rooms or let go of let go of his hand, instead she went past their rooms to the back of the hall.
He had not noticed that there was another bedroom, but as she opened the door he was startled to see that it actually had a full-size bed unlike the small single beds in the other room. Startled, he stands there in shock when she lets go of his hand to light the small candle on the dresser and close the door behind her.
As she moves around the room lighting some of the candles, he watches at her, taking everything in. Finally she stops in front of him, looking up at him with vibrant lavender colored eyes of hers and smiling.
"Will you join me?" she murmurs questioningly, a hopeful look in her eyes.
"I…" he begins, unsure what to do or say. This was not a position he had ever found himself in before.
Slowly, she reached up and unbuttons the first snap on his shirt. Then she moves on to the second, and the third. The entire time she keeps her eyes locked on his, waiting to see what he will do. When the last button unsnaps, he blushes, realizing that she is able to see all of the scars on his body. Self consciously he looks away, swallowing hard.
"Vash," she whispers, leaning forward she places her lips softly against one of scars.
That small touch against his skin sends his senses into overdrive and its almost overwhelming. You would think someone who is over one-hundred thirty years old would be able to control their reactions but that is completely not the case for him.
"Meryl," her name comes out a broken sigh as he accepts that maybe this might be the best dream of his life and reality will strike again in the morning. Her smaller hand takes hold of his, as she walks backwards towards the bed taking him with her. He willingly follows her.
When she stops at the edge of the bed to push his shirt off, it falls to the floor. Carefully, so not to hit him, she strips off her shirt, leaving her in her bra.
"You know you're beautiful," he tells her as one long fingered hand brushes against her stomach.
Silence followed as in the following minutes they took turns slowly undressing each other. Now that he had decided that it was just a dream, he had decided to make the most of it. In his mind they had fallen asleep on the cliff and in the morning he would awake to find it had all been a dream.
Once they were both bare, he carefully took the time to lay her on the bed. His turquoise eyes roamed everywhere, loving the fact that she was so open with him. Exalted in the love he could see echoing in her eyes. Crawling on to the edge of the bed, he kissed his way up her legs, pausing only for a moment to kiss that spot above her moist secrets before continuing to kiss his way up her body. He also paused at both her breasts, taking the time to swirl his tongue around her small nipples as he worshipped them. The smell of passion filled the air.
Eventually, he found himself kissing her and loving every minute of it as she returns his kisses. Through all of it, his name was a soft mantra, a plea, that fell from her lips like a sigh. It was everything he could have ever hoped for and more. Slowly, unsure of exactly how to, he nudged her body with his, his slender legs poised on either side of her as his cock pressed against her entrance. Slipping in to the wet warmth just a little, he could have sworn he saw spots behind his eyes.
Over the course of the next few minutes he had slowly joined their bodies together, causing a gasp from her and a groan from him. During the entire time, her small hands were tracing his body, gently touching everything that she could reach. Almost as if she was memorizing his body. Finally, when he is all the way within her, his body weight resting on his arms, his head drops to touch her shoulder as he groans, the urge to move stronger than anything he could imagine.
Her hips push against him and any control that he had snaps, the motion he had been holding so still begins. Their bodies moving in the pale light, as dawn approaches, he finds her gasping, begging for the release that is just out of reach without actually knowing what she is begging for. Finally the two of them explode, almost at the same instance, his body going ridged as she strains against him.
Collapsing beside her, he pulls her close, hoping that maybe it wasn't a dream and that she will be there when the morning comes. Exhausted, he drifts off to sleep, only barely remembering to pull a blanket over them before he does so.