Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ Forever Mine ❯ So Close But... ( Chapter 15 )

 

Disclaimer: Hmmm... I own my kids (Because I made them) I own my husband, (Because the Marriage License says so) and I own a REALLY big mortgage. (Because I'm stupid and signed on the dotted line.) However I don't own Trigun. (Because if I did, I wouldn't have said mortgage.)

“blah blah” : talking

`blah blah' : thinking

“blah blah” : telepathic talking

blah blah : other misc. stuff.

 

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Forever Mine

 

Chapter 15: So Close but…

 

 

 

 

Meryl felt his lips press softly against hers and for an instant she froze. She could not believe that a reserved person, such as herself, was being kissed by the Humanoid Typhoon and enjoying it… really enjoying it. Vash's full lips were soft and coaxing against hers, almost as if they were pleading for her to return the gesture. With a soft sigh, she tilted her to the right and kissed him back.

 

The response from Vash was immediate as he moved his right hand up to her forearm and tightened his grasp on her tiny form with the left. Tentatively, he opened his mouth against hers to deepen the kiss and was rewarded when she responded in kind. Taking advantage offered prize, he darted his tongue into her mouth where it instantly met with hers. The smoldering kiss intensified quickly as the fire spread, threatening to consume them. Both breathing through their noses simply because neither could, nor wanted to pull away from the magic they were creating in their first intimate moment together. And it was only a kiss. It seemed as if they were in tune with one another, while eagerly anticipating what would happen with more, much more.

 

With the help of Vash's prosthetic arm, Meryl shifted and moved to lie completely on top of him. Her hands began their exploration of his muscled physique by beginning their quest on his chest, slowly making their way down his sides and ending up dipping into the waist band of his pants to grab his shirt. She felt how he shivered with the delicate touches and knew that it was because of the battered, but extremely sensitive skin that lay beneath the thin cotton. She just couldn't wait to get the shirt off, so, she could really get him going with her caresses. In a swift motion, she pulled up, un-tucking the button down before slipping her hands underneath.

 

Vash gasped into their sensual kisses in response to her forward advances. Then he telepathically asked if he could return the favor, while moving his equally roaming hands down her back to her firm derrière and shapely thighs. She answered with a `please' against his lips, essentially giving him the freedom he desired. With another groan, he moved his hands back up to her waist, pulling the white shirt out of her skirt and slipped them under the fabric. He reveled in sensation of really touching her for the first time as he caressed her heated skin. He noted how she was soft and silky to the touch and just knew that he would never get enough of her… ever. Moving his hands up her back, he reached her bra and slid them around so that his thumbs brushed just below her breasts, causing the woman on top of him shudder in response.

 

Meryl tore her mouth away from his and trailed soft kisses from his cheek to his left ear. Stopped momentarily, she nibbled on his earlobe and the silver hoop hanging there, coaxing a sharp intake of breath and an `Oh Meryl' from Vash. With a smile on her lips, she continued her trek, kissing and nibbling her way down his neck to the opening of the electric-blue shirt at his throat. Upon reaching the hindrance, she brought her wandering hands from his sides to the obstacle and started to unbutton it.

 

However, she was stopped when Vash hastily brought his hands out from under her shirt and grabbed her delicate ones. She immediately looked up to the outlaw with a questioning gaze. He just gave her a sad smile while whispering, “Meryl, are you sure about this? My body isn't exactly what one would call perfect, you know.”

 

“Oh Vash…” she breathed with a warm smile. “Your body is more than perfect. It's absolutely beautiful and… I just want to know what it would feel like up against mine. So, please let me…”

 

“OOO…Okay… one condition, though. I get to unbutton your shirt as well,” he breathed.

 

She answered by bringing her lips back up to his and kissing him fervently, while spreading her legs over his and bending her knees to straddle his lean hips. The new position inadvertently made her skirt ride up and when Vash instinctively brought his hands back around to her bottom he noticed. He grabbed her and ground his hips into hers, which caused both of them to groan into each other's mouths from the intense intimate contact.

 

Meryl tore her mouth away again and sat up while shifting her hips over Vash's enthusiastic groin, getting a `damn Meryl' sent to her telepathically from the impassioned Plant. She set her molten silver orbs on his blazing ones and panted, “Can I unbutton your shirt now?”

 

“Oh god…. you're killing me… www…what ever you want…” he moaned as she moved again. With his consent, she started to unbutton the shirt while staring into his radiant aqua-blues. Once finished, she opened the shirt and brought her face down to his scarred chest and she proceeded to lay open mouth kisses all over the neglected flesh.

 

Vash rubbed his hips into hers again as he brought his hands down to the hem of her skirt and lifted it up to her waist so he could be closer to her naked flesh. `Now if I could only get the tights off,' he thought to himself, while moving his hands back to her exquisite rear end. When he touched the bare flesh of her hips and the satiny edges of her tiny panties, he almost lost it. The enticed blonde immediately brought his hands around and down to her thighs to investigate and found the lacy tops of her tights.

 

“They're… ahh… thigh highs…” he breathlessly moaned, causing Meryl to laugh lightly before she brought her mouth up to his and whispered that regular tights were too hot before kissing him again. In response to the kiss and the realization that he was closer to a naked insurance girl than what he originally thought, he brought his hands back to her bottom. He immediately began caressing her bare flesh while occasionally slipping his real fingers just under the elastic, eliciting moans from the petite beauty as she started to move her own hips in response.

 

Up until, she stopped and sat straight up. Vash guiltily looked at her and asked if he had gone too far. She replied with a `no' and said that his belt was starting to dig into her.

Vash just smiled as he unbuckled and removed the belt. Then his grin turned deviant as he added, “You know, I could always take my pants off for you…”

 

“Yeah, but I would still be completely clothed, Vash.”

 

“True… maybe it's time I rectified that,” he suggested before moving his hands up to unbutton her shirt. Once finished, he slowly opened it and looked down to see what lay before him. And only one word could describe what he saw…

 

Perfection.

 

The sheer white bra that covered her full breasts left little to the imagination, since he could see, with assistance of the moons' reflective light, their dusty rose color and hardened tips through the delicate material. He tentatively brought his real hand up to lightly touch her and thought, `who would have thought such a small woman would have such big boobs. God… I'm a lucky man!'

 

“Oh Vash…” Meryl whimpered in pure rapture. She closed her eyes and started to chew on her bottom lip from the sensations that were coursing all throughout her body from Vash's tender touch.

 

“Like that, huh?” Vash asked as he watched her nod her head in agreement. “Well, let's see how you like this…” he added, while scooting to sit straight up before leaning forward, bringing his mouth down to her barely covered chest.

 

Meryl gasped in response as she rubbed her hips up against his and buried her hands in his tousled hair. The unfamiliar, yet welcomed sensations coursing through her body were pleasantly frustrating and she didn't want them to end. She wanted them to continue, wanted them to intensify! But the petite woman wondered if could she take the final step and give Vash something that she had never given to anyone else? As another moan ripped from her throat, compliments of Vash's suckling, she thought, `Hell, I've never given anyone even this much.'

 

“Ummm… Vash?” Meryl whispered, opening her smoky heather-colored orbs.

 

“Hmmm…” he replied, starting to nibble up her chest to her throat.

 

“Vash… I… oh that's nice…” she groaned as he moved his ministrations up to her neck. “Vash I … ummm… I've… oh god.

 

“What is it, Meryl?” Vash questioned, breathing heavily, as he pulled away so he could look at her.

 

“It's just that… I've… never done this before… and…”

 

“And?”

 

“But… I… ahhh…”

 

“But what?” the enamored blonde urged.

 

“I…I mean… I want too.”

 

“You… you do?”

 

“Yeah,” she nervously whispered.

 

“Really?”

 

“Please Vash… I know that I may be inexperienced compared to you, but…” she rushed before he cut her off by placing his real index finger over her kiss swollen lips.

 

“Meryl… I'm not as experienced as you think.”

 

“You… you're not?”

 

“No… I've… ummm… never gone much farther than this before… and the last time was over fifty years ago.”

 

“But, I thought that you were supposed to be Gunsmoke's biggest womanizer?”

 

“Yeah and I'm supposed to be over twelve feel tall with short legs and a Mohawk,” he chimed in with a smile, which made her smile in return.

 

Still smiling, they both closed the gap and kissed, only this time they knew where their embrace would lead. Vash's entire being screamed for completion, to become one with her as he felt her hands drift down his arms to his taut stomach, reaching for the snap of his pants. He groaned into her mouth and quickly slipped his hands inside her open shirt and to her back preparing to unclasp her bra. With a little coaxing, he managed to undo the restraint just as he heard the distinctive `zip' coming from his pants. `Oh god' he anxiously thought and was about to ask her mentally if she was sure about this, until...

 

“So… Vash, looking to claim your pet already?”

 

It was Knives.

 

Vash froze, not believing that his brother was awake and interrupting him now of all times. He looked to the woman in his arms and saw her questioning gaze. He immediately reassured her with a small kiss and told her that everything was okay. But, his brother was awake and he needed to talk to him.

 

“What do you want, Knives?”

 

“I just wanted to make absolutely certain that you know what you are doing.”

 

“Are you kidding me? I know exactly what I am doing or should I say was doing! I was going to make love to my Meryl until you interrupted!” Vash seethed before he calmed himself and pleaded, “So, please… go back to sleep.”

 

“I wish I could… but unfortunately, you don't have control over your abilities and you keep sending me some disturbing thoughts,” the platinum blonde coldly replied. “Besides, you are acting like one of those unworthy over-sexed teenagers these humans have that go and make out in the back seats of their cars. Do you really want that, Vash?”

 

“You know you could always sever the connection on your end. That way I wouldn't be able to send anything to you,” the golden blonde retorted.

 

“Unfortunately, I had not been made aware that you were going to act in such a hedonistic way. If I had, then I would not have had the link open. And as far as returning to back to sleep, well dearest brother, the damage has been done and I'm afraid that I will not be able to do so now.”

 

Vash thought about his brother's sobering points and knew that he would not be able to finish what he and Meryl had begun. Well, at least not that night. “I see your point, brother. Meryl and I will go to sleep now,” he somberly supplied.

 

“Good night Vash… Oh and pleasant dreams,” Knives replied before breaking the connection.

 

Vash just sighed as he closed eyes for a moment. Taking a deep breath to control his still raging hormones, he finally opened his eyes and looked to his insurance girl. He told her that, unfortunately, it was time for bed, but he would make it up to her and then some. Meryl gave him a small kiss and told him that he had better before they both returned to their original reclining positions to try to get some sleep.

 

 

 

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“So, I see that you and the short stuff have finally gotten together,” the man in black, who was lying on his back with his head resting on his upturned arms, stated while looking up to the blue sky of Vash's dream.

 

“Yeah,” the blonde dreamily muttered, while lying in the same manner next to his best friend.

 

“It's too bad you couldn't nail her though,” Wolfwood interjected as he sat up a moment and pulled a lit cigarette out of thin air. He then returned to his reclining position with the crumpled smoke in between his lips.

 

Vash looked incredulously over to the preacher with his mouth agape. Sensing the stare, Wolfwood met his best friend's gaze said, “What?”

 

“How did you do that?”

 

“Do what?”

 

“Pull the cigarette out of the air like that?!”

 

“Oh that,” the preacher chuckled. “Remember, I'm dead and this is your dream. So, I guess I can do pretty much what ever I want.”

 

“Oh,” Vash replied, remembering that they were laying his dreamscape.

 

“Anyway,” the preacher started. “I bet you're pretty frustrated right now, huh Tongari.”

 

“You have no idea…” Vash groaned as he looked back up to the sky. “She's in my arms right now. And even though I'm dreaming, I can still feel her light breath on my chest. Of course, we kept our shirts unbuttoned, so, I can feel her soft skin against mine…” he said before a whimper escaped. Her soft skin was going to drive him to madness. Especially since he couldn't do anything more than hold her, all thanks to Knives. “Ugh… I think I'm going to kill my brother.”

 

Wolfwood laughed heartily at the gunman and told him that it could have been worse, much worse. Vash immediately agreed and said that if Knives would have interrupted at that point, then the maniacal twin would have just had to deal with it, because there would was absolutely no way he could have stopped.

 

“So Vash?” the preacher started in a more serious tone, a few minutes after the chuckling ended.

 

“Yeah Wolfwood?”

 

“Thank you… for getting my Cross Punisher.”

 

“Sure, I'm glad I got it. Milly's… glad, too.” Vash sighed and closed his eyes for a moment before looking back over to the priest.

 

“I… I miss her…” Wolfwood whispered.

 

“She misses you, too.”

 

“I know,” he replied, while wiping the tears away from his titanium orbs. “I loved her, you know. I still do and I would have done anything for her…”

 

“I know Nicholas, I know,” Vash murmured as his own eyes started to glisten with unshed tears.

 

“I just hope that she will find happiness… find love again… maybe someday. I don't want her to grieve for me. I want her to have children and a… ahhh… someone to love her. She deserves that and so much… more,” the black-haired man shakily breathed.

 

Vash sat up and crossed his legs while reaching his right hand over to his buddy's arm and gave it a light reassuring squeeze before stating, “Yeah, Milly deserves the best.”

 

“Hey, Vash?” the preacher began after another silent moment.

 

“Yeah, Wolfwood?”

 

“Could you do me another favor?”

 

“Anything.”

 

“When Milly does find someone else…” Wolfwood murmured before taking a cleansing breath and sitting up as well. “Could you make sure that he is worthy enough for her?”

 

“I promise I will.”

 

“Thank you.”