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Chapter 19: Meryl's POV
When she had first awoken with the sunlight pouring into the room she has thought it was odd. Her bedroom was on the back of the house with Milly. It got sunlight at the end of the day, not the beginning. There was no way she had slept through the entire day. Then as she came to she realized that something was touching her. A tilt of her head showed her it was Vash's arm thrown across her waist, his long fingers wrapped around her. Her back is pressed against his chest, their legs twined together.

Turning in his embrace to face him, she sees that he is just waking up, his eyes groggy as sleep clears from them. A soft smile curls her lips as she reaches up and kisses him gently, languidly. His turquoise eyes widen in amazement before he pushes her backwards. The two of the roll, with him ending above her again, not once during this roll however do they break from the kissing.

"Good morning," he murmurs against her lips.

She lifts her hand to brush his golden hair out of his face, "It is a good morning," she replies smiling. She trails that hand down his jaw, cupping it in her hands as she returns to kissing him. Within minutes she can feel him growing hard again and her smile grows. When he starts to blush she grins, running her hands along his body in stark pleasure.

She finds his body beautiful in spite of or because of the markings she could not say. All she knows is it is something she had been dreaming about since her and Milly had went to check on him the day he tripped getting dressed and found him half naked with a towel covering his shoulders. He had been so self-conscious it had made her want to cry, and when he had vanished for two years she had cried. Cried regularly for the man who had left to protect her. But she had also dreamed and hoped.

Shoving him backwards, they roll again, though the startled look on his face is priceless as she straddles his hips. "Got you," she murmurs, carefully pinning him down and kissing him. She knows good and well that he could break away at any point and rejoices in the fact that he does not. Along the way she discovers several different ticklish spots as her lips and tongue tease his body and he squirms beneath her chuckling. She pauses in her explorations to stare at him, enjoying his deep throaty chuckle. It is a beautiful sound, not one that she hears all that often. Most the time when he laughs, its that shallow laugh that matches his shallow smile, so for him to be allowing the real one through is, exhilarating. Smiling, she renews her attack on his stomach and sides, loving that he is so relaxed. It's probably the most relaxed she had seen him.

However as the sun glitters off of the metal plating of his arm he becomes self conscious, his laughter dying in his throat as he stares at her. His beautiful eyes seem to cloud before her very gaze. "Meryl…" he whispers.

Rubbing against him she leads down, kissing him on the nose, "Yes Vash?"

"I…" he can't seem to make sentence, but his eyes are begging, pleading with her to understand.

Laying her head against his shoulder she answers that unspoken plea, "I'm not going anywhere. If you thought I was hard to get rid of before try escaping now, I'll track you down faster than you can blink."

A low throaty chuckle escapes him.

Sitting back up, she smiles at him, "Seriously though, your beautiful, never worry about it with me." she brushes her hand against his check, feeling the stubble there. "Do you want to see where this goes?" she inquires, her voice soft.

She wants this, yes, but she wants him to want it too. Biting his lip he studies her for a few minutes in the sunlight before slowly nodding his head once. His real hand comes up to brush against her face, a small real smile on his lips.

Smiling, she kisses his palm before shifting her body again, reminding him that he is still aroused. A groan escapes him, rolls his hips he seeks the contact. Shifting a little, they manage to get lined up and she sinks down on him with a moan. She can't help it, he is amazing. With her hands braced on his shoulders, she rotates her hips slowly, enjoying the friction forming between them. His fingers slip to her hips, holding her there as he moves in time with her. It might not be a dance that either are accustomed to, however it feels perfectly natural for them to determine their steps.

Before long, both are gasping, the pleasure over riding their minds as they spiral out of control. Collapsing on top of him she starts to roll off thinking that she is too heavy, but he tightens his grip on her, holding her where she is. Turning her head, she kisses his shoulder softly.

"Love you Vash," she murmurs as she snuggles close.

Rubbing his head against the top of hers, he doesn't say anything but she knows. She can feel it inside where counts. For a time they drift in and out of sleep, the sun is well into the sky when they finally manage to pull themselves out of bed. Grinning, she suggests that they shower, then surprises him when she shows him the small bathroom with a shower attached to the bedroom.

"So why weren't you using this room?" he inquires raising an eyebrow as she slowly lathers her body once they were in the shower.

She blushes before replying, "Ummmm, well I wanted a place that umm could be for us. Since there was two beds in the other two rooms, when Mily and I spoke of it she thought it was a great idea because then if the conversation didn't go well at least I would not have been overly hopeful." Falling quiet she looks up at the ceiling, thinking.

The previous night had not gone exactly how she planned, but it had been beautiful none the less. Maybe it was more so because it had not been according to plan. She had particularly enjoyed when he had kissed her on the cliff side prior to him telling her about his life. It had been amazing, a beautiful moment. Then she had delighted in being held in his arms while he told her everything, and she knew it was everything thanks to the information his sisters had provided her with. He had not expected her to accept him, to want him, so his joy had been almost as high as his disbelief when she had.

He smiles at her, using his hand to tilt her face towards him, leaning down he kissed her softly. "I can't see why you want me, but here I am, I'm not going anywhere."

Smiling, she hugs him before grabbing the wash cloth and offering to wash his back. For a minute he fidgets before he finally turns around. Upon seeing the continued damage she can see why he was apprehensive of presenting his back to her. When she is done washing it, she carefully traces each scar with her lips. Rejoicing in the fact that he is there with her. It seems to startle him that she accepts him so freely. She is not sure how to explain it to him, so instead she just shows it. After all, she's not planning on going anywhere and should hopefully have plenty of time to help him understand.

Standing there in that shower, she makes a silent promise to him to not leave his side. She doesn't want any more harm to come to him.