Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ Iris ❯ Iris ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Title: Iris

Author: Brey Autumn

Rating: R to Nc-17

Author's note: This was written to one of my all time favorite songs in the world, Iris by the Goo-Goo Dolls. I think this song is so perfect for Vash and Meryl. To me, those two seem to be hiding behind masks to keep everyone out. I hope you all like it since this is my first and only song fic. I would love to hear what you think, "mailto:brey_autumn@yahoo.com" . Thanks!



Gazing out of the corner of his eyes he watched her smile softly at her friend and partner. He had caught himself doing it a lot lately. She was just,well,okay its like, damnit. He couldn't tell what it was about her, but something made his heart hammer in his chest, his control over his emotions slip, and his breath quicken. She was so damn beautiful and she didn't even know it.










Meryl smiled gently at Milly, trying not to let her friend know that she wasn't paying a bit of attention to what the other woman was saying. Glancing in the direction Milly pointed, her breath caught in her throat as the twin suns' golden light sparkled off of Vash's hair and his emerald eyes glowed. Just looking at him you could tell he wasn't human, he was too perfect. His walk, speech, and attitude were confident in a hidden way. His posture seemed relaxed, but after all this time she knew different. Everything about him was guarded even as he appeared to be open for speculation. If trouble were to appear over the next sand dune he would have his gun in his hand and aimed for a non-lethal shot in under a second. Looking in the rear view mirror of the jeep they were traveling in, she caught his eye and grinned sheepishly at him. He smiled back, his eyes twinkling in amusement and general happiness, but she knew different. If you looked close enough you could see the hardness of his eyes, stopping you from seeing what lay beneath it. Who are you really Vash the Stampede?










She was doing it again. She was puzzling over him, seeing past all his defenses and directly into him. How the hell she managed to do it when even his own brother couldn't was a mystery to him. Milly had been chatting about something animatedly for a while now. To tell the truth, he was getting bored and tired. Then he had made the mistake of looking up into the mirror. Meryl had looked back at him just at that moment, his eyes locking with her stormy navy-violet ones. Her own eyes were closed to her emotions, but the grin she flashed him not only knocked him for a loop, but it also told him exactly what she was thinking about. She didn't have a clue as to what Milly was talking about either. Just that made him smile genuinely, surprising himself as well as Meryl. She had jerked her eyes away from him, a soft blush staining her cheeks. She looked so incredible with that innocent, blush of surprise on her cheeks. Inside he was grinning madly, happy that that smile and blush had been caused by him and him alone. Studying her through the side of his eyes, he watched the wind rip at her now long hair, the silken black strands sliding over her sun kissed skin in an intimate way, he was rather jealous of it. Suddenly, Milly turned around and forced him to pay attention to her, so as not to draw attention to himself.again.










Meryl smiled as she opened the door to her hotel room. The inn was the best in town; the rooms were large and comfortable, making the customer fell as if they were home. The large bed was decorated in hand made quilts and throw pillows. Her smiled deepened as she allowed her guard down for a moment. Everything about this place reminded her of her grandmother's house. Drifting into her thoughts, she jumped as two children raced past her room laughing in merriment. Shaking her head, she sighed and rebuilt the wall she had created to keep everyone out. The only two people that seemed to get past it were her traveling companions. The first day she had met Milly had thrown her. The woman had seemed to peer through her as if she was made of glass. They had been the best of friends ever since. But Vash,he was able to see her even more clearly than Milly. Every time his twinkling green gaze settled on her she could almost see him read her like a book. That man had an eerie way of knowing her train of thought without her saying a word. Settling her bags against the foot of her bed, she sat down on the bed and stared out the window. The suns had set a long time ago, leaving the sky bathed in a twilight glow of purples and navy. A face swam to the foremost of her mind, as it always seemed to do when she had achance to reflect. Vash was so many things. He was hansom, kind, emotional (almost to a fault sometimes), funny, and despite his seemingly null intelligence, she knew he was incredible smart. She had been around him for so long now that she had found a way to see past all the barriers he erected to keep everyone out. What she saw there was the reason she was so utterly in love with him. Behind all the quirks, all the tears, the clumsiness, and the thick headedness were a strong, capable, loving individual that kept himself from the world. She wanted so desperately to glimpse that side of him, to get to see him without his walls and barriers, to not have to strain to see the man she had fallen in love with.










Vash downed another drink. By now he didn't care what it was. He was trying so hard to not go barging into her room and tell her all the things he had wanted to tell her. The bar was the first place he had disappeared into the moment they had checked into the hotel. It didn't surprise him that Meryl had chosen such a homey place. Behind the bitchy exterior was a woman, and that woman wanted to settle down, get married and have children. He would give up eternity, his gun, and his soul to be the guy she chose. There was nothing he wanted more, not even reuniting with his brother. She had become the reason he fought for all the innocents. Each person he saved he could see her smiling at him behind veiled eyes, telling him she approved, even as she screamed her head off and beat the crap out of him. It was that moment that he looked into her eyes and could see the real Meryl that he strained for. Heh, he'd throw himself in front of a sand steamer if he thought he'd be able to see that smile. That's why he was here, drinking himself into an early night so he wasn't tempted to go to her and ruin any chance to be around her he has. He knew that sometime she would grow tired of his antics and ask to be reassigned. That day was sure to kill him. He didn't want her to go anywhere. If it were up to him, she'd be on his lap right now with her arms wrapped around him. She would smile and lean in close and press her lips to his insistently, demanding attention. Then, she'd whisper her desire to go and 'check out' their room. Fuck, he reallllllllllyyyyyyyy didn't need to go there right now, or he'd have a really hard time keeping his blush off his cheeks as he attempted to hide what those thoughts of her did to him.










The night surrounded the small town they had stopped in silently, sneaking up on the inhabitants so stealthily that by time they had a chance to realize it, it was already the deep black of evening. Meryl sighed sadly as she walked through the cold streets toward a familiar sign. She knew without having to think about it where he had disappeared to. It didn't take a genius. It was always like this. They would get to some new place and Vash would head off to the bar as swiftly as he feet could carry him. Was she so bad that he had to inebriate himself every chance he got? At first, she had gone after him because that's what she was supposed to do. Now she searched him out because it was what she wanted to do. Still, she claimed to hate to have to 'baby sit' him all night, but a chance to spend a night with him was a chance she wasn't about to give up. Hell, she'd still bitch, but beneath it, hidden inside her was the real message. Why do you have to do this all the time? Can't you see what you mean to me? Can't you just let me know if you could ever be mine, so I don't' have to keep torturing myself?










A commotion at the doors to the salon caught his attention. A loud rowdy group of males were hooting and hollering with all they were worth. One, a large man in suspenders, had his back facing Vash blocking his view of what all the noise was about. Deciding that he could use a distraction, Vash stood up, a goofy smile intact and wandered over. The large man was speaking to someone, his words laced with obvious innuendos and sexual intent. Curious, Vash squeezed between two guys and peaked around the mass of bodies to peer at the woman they were all so intent on. His jaw nearly dropped. Meryl stood in the entrance, her black high-heeled boots tapping in anger against the wooden floor. His eyes traveled up her long, bare legs, god for someone so short those legs were long as hell. Suddenly, her legs disappeared underneath a short white skirt he had never seen her in before. The skirt's pale color enhanced the color of her skin dramatically. Allowing his eyes to continue on their path, his mouth went dry. She was clothed in a tight fitting bodice top, the blood red color made her dark hair shimmer in the weak lighting. Her breast pressed against the tight top, begging to be released. Finally, his eyes made their way to her face and he nearly tripped over himself in an attempt to get away from her. Her violet eyes were livid, and held a familiar threatening glint that he had long ago learned to recognize and scramble as far away from her as possible. The foot tapping had stopped and now her tiny fists were balling at her waist. Enchanted, Vash stood and watched with wide eyes as Meryl stalked up to the large, drooling, smirking man, and socked him in the jaw. The little firecracker had enough force behind her hit to snap the guys face to the side and instant swelling could be seen. Enraged, the man locked eyes with the feisty little human female; the electricity shooting from them was charging the air noticeably.










That bastard. I'm not some tramp that this jackass can hit on with out consequences. If he thinks I'm about to back down now, he has another thing coming. Squaring her shoulders, she reached for her guns, only to find them missing. Cursing her decision to impress Vash, she glared defiantly instead. Where the hell was Milly and Vash when she really needed them? Taking a quick look around the bar, her eyes settled on the familiar honey blond spikes of a certain gunman in the crowd of onlookers. He was such a coward sometimes. A little voice inside her betrayed her as it began to whisper all the doubts she had pushed aside earlier. 'Doesn't he even care that I'm wearing this? Why is he just standing there, doesn't he care that I've, no, he's gotten me into trouble?' Turning back to her opponent, she tried desperately not to let the hurt flowing inside her show on her face.










He couldn't just stand here. She had gotten herself into a mess and now he had to fix it. But how to do it without getting anyone hurt. He pondered these things only momentarily while weaving his way through the tightly packed crowd. Why is she dressed that way? Does she want me to lose all my self-control? Doesn't that damn woman know how hot she is? Shoving his way into the circle where Meryl and the large man stood facing off, he muttered another apology as he made a bee line for the surprised Meryl. Oh god, I hope this works and she doesn't beat the bloody pulp out of me for this. Praying to all the gods he had ever heard of, he stood over to the stunned girl, too nervous to smile at the cute expression of shock and joy that shone in her eyes at his presence. Didn't she know I would come and get her?










Meryl was more than surprised to see the tall, lean figure of Vash shove his way into the circle the other patrons of the bar had created. That man always found a way to keep her guessing. Trying as hard as she could to not throw her arms around the outlaw, out of pure happiness, she settled for staring at him in open surprise instead. Why was he grinning at her like that? Vash had a self-satisfied smirk plastered to his face, his lively green eyes sparkling with some hidden agenda. Suddenly, she wasn't sure she wanted his help if it made him smile like that. In two quick steps he was at her side, but that wasn't where he stopped. Tossing his arms over her shoulders, he grinned again and winked at her. The responding blush was more than she could control. Honey! My god if you wanted me to come home all you had to do was ask baby. A wife like you should be illegal! Damn you look good love! Meryl was sure she was purple out of a mixture of embarrassment, anger, and overall shock. But his speech soon was like a cherry on a cake, the real shocker was what he did next. Vash closed his eyes and leaned in close, the smell of his after-shave and liquor swam around her head. Her heart was beating rapidly in her chest threatening to stop at any moment. Surely he wasn't about to do what she thought he was going to do, was he?










Vash couldn't help the grin that tickled his face as he watched her glow red in response to his little statement. He had made sure that the entire bar had heard him without him seeming too obvious that he wanted the whole bar to hear him. So far so good. The goon behind him was backing away grumbling about men keeping their women in check. She smelt so good, like vanilla and spices. A little bit sweet and a whole lot spunky just like her attitude. He could feel the warmth of her shoulders against his arms. But that was nothing compared to the heat of her small body pressed firmly against his. He could see the pure shock written all over her face as leaned in closer to her. Her body felt so right against his that he couldn't stop himself from kissing her. Even if she slapped him later it would be worth it to be able to fell the soft lips against his own. Taking a deep breath and hoping she didn't kill him, he swooped down and closed his eyes, pleased to see that she had done the same while standing on tip-toe to meet his lips. She exhaled just as his lips drew near, the small burst of warm air sending tingles down his spine. Closing the distance, he wrapped his arms tighter around her, bring one arm to rest at her waist pinning her against him. Her lips were as soft as velvet against his own. They were as warm and yielding as he had dreamed they would be. The bar had faded into the background leaving them in a world consisting of just them. He was surprised when her tongue darted out of her mouth and licked a crossed his lips, seeking entrance. He complied with her wishes, parting his mouth to her and thrilling in the taste of her. She tasted like chocolate and strawberries, like she had been eating them right before she had headed down to get him. He heard her moan softly as he pressed her back a little seeking to explore her mouth fully. Running his tongue over her teeth, tongue, and the roof of her mouth, he felt her melt against him. She was so soft and curvy under his hands. Pulling away, he quickly took several steps away, trying to force himself back under control. When he opened his eyes and slowed his breathing, she was gone. Fuck, I really fucked up this time! Stupid, stupid, stupid!










She hadn't known when exactly she had forced his mouth open but she soon found herself drowning in his scent, his taste, and the feeling of his hard, lean body pressed against hers. The sensations he was creating in her were driving her mad. She couldn't suppress a moan as he ran his tongue over the roof of her mouth, the feeling lighting a fire in her stomach. Then it ended as abruptly as it had begun. Before she knew it he was almost five feet away, his head hanging down with his blond locks hiding his face from sight. She was such a fool. He was shaking, and she was sure it was because he was mad at her. Feeling the burning sting of tears, she turned and fled, never noticing the questing stares of the bar flies. The night was cold and stung at her cheeks that were wet with regret and flaming with embarrassment. He was just trying to help her and she blew it. Good going Meryl. You just ruined the best thing you've ever had. I hope that kiss was worth it.










Regret stung his whole being as he stood there staring at the swinging doors. He was such a fuck up sometimes. She had begged him with her eyes for help, not to be molested. Turning around, he flung down enough double dollars to cover his tab and raced out of the pub, ignoring the whispers and looks he was receiving from those gathered. They didn't matter, only finding Meryl and apologizing mattered. His chest was oddly tight with the painful thought that he had lost her. If he had only kept the kiss short, or better yet, not even done it, she would be mad at him for the comment, but she would still be here. If she left because of this he would never be able to forgive himself. Once outside, he quickened his pace towards the hotel, amazed at how cold it was and how fast she really was. The hotel loomed in front of him, condemning him on his foolish act of disregard. Fighting back the feeling of despair, he forced himself to walk, knowing that if he went plowing into her room she would most likely leave, and, slap the shit out of him.










The bed had lost its comfort for her. The quilt and pillows a mocking reminder of what she had lost. If she didn't act so rashly maybe one day he would have been able to love her back. As it was now, all she had was a rapidly soaking pillow and a body shaking with tears. Fisting her hands in the soft fabric of the quilt, she sobbed her eyes out, grateful for the silent darkness and the lack of prying eyes. She didn't want anyone to see her like this. To see just how weak and lost she was, to see how dependant on him and Milly she was. They were her strength, and she had over stepped her boundaries by invading his space. He had every right to be mad at her, she was.










The sounds of sobs stopped him in his tracks. Leaning closer to the door of Meryl's room, he winced. He had made her cry. He felt like the bad guy everyone said he was. She was so perfect, so beautiful and everything he wanted, but he didn't deserve her. She needed someone that didn't do this to her, someone that could make her open up to them and embrace them fully. Pressing his forehead to her door, he closed his eyes tightly fighting his tears. A few crystalline drops splashed to the floor, breaking past his barriers. He wanted to let her in. To allow her to see the real him, the one he had hid from everyone but Rem. She deserved to know, he couldn't screw this up any worse so why not? Raising his hand, he knocked softly, flinching as the sobs cut off quickly and a snappish voice called out to him. Who is it? Sighing, he wiped his eyes only to have more tears replace the ones he shed. Its me, Vash. Please let me in Meryl.There was brief hesitation before she called back to him in a loud whisper. Please just go away. Her voice was unguarded, it was choked with unspent tears and it pulled heavily on his heart. Just as much ashe wanted her to see the real him, he wanted to comfort her, the real her that she kept hidden from the world. Please don't keep me out Meryl. Let me in. He wasn't just talking about the door anymore. He had to reach her, to give it his best shot before she left him forever.










She was startled by the sound of his voice. He sounded so hurt and sad, soalone. Against her better judgment, she unlocked the door, and pulled it open, shying away from the light in the hall in case he hadn't heard her crying. Vash stood in the doorframe, his outline strong and tall. When he stepped inside and closed the door, she gasped. Tears were running down his cheeks unchecked, his teeth had captured his lips between them, and his eyes were unguarded and swimming in pain and loss. His normally strong shoulders were slumped and his body moved with a sort of world-weariness she had never seen before. He was allowing her to see him with out all the blockades and false pretenses. She instantly felt her own shatter and break, feeling vulnerable and small in front of him. Her tears returned with a vengeance, tittering over the edge and splashing down her cheeks. Closing her eyes, she fought to regain control of herself. This is not what he needs now. He doesn't need me crying my eyes out to him about some pathetic crush. A large, warm hand descended on her cheek, startling her. Opening her eyes, her breath caught in her throat at the pure emotions he allowed to shift through his eyes. He gently wiped the fresh tears from her face as he brought his other hand around her back. Crushing her to his chest, he stroked her hair and stayed silent for a long time. I've never let myself lose control like that. In fact, after Rem died I never let anyone in, not truly anyway. But I don't want to lose you. I'm so sorry if I scared you. I never meant to. I just am tired of hiding from you, and I don't want you to hide from me anymore either. Please, don't push me away Meryl. I.I just. Well, I love you, and I never met to let this happen. You're the last person on this planet I want to hurt, please believe me. His voice was unusually soft and filled with all the emotions she saw swimming in his eyes. Struggling not to cry again, she fought her hardest to knock down all her walls. If he was being serious, and she thought he was, then she would allow him to see what he wanted to see. Shutting her eyes, she took several deep breaths, trying to calm her thundering heart.










She was so silent it scared him. What if she told him to leave? He was watching her face as intently as he could, hoping for some sign that she felt even remotely what he did. But she remained as still as a stone and stiff in his arms. Just as his heart was breaking and he started to turn away, she opened her eyes and relaxed in his arms. Meeting her eyes, his eyes widened in amazement. Her eyes were full like he had never seen. There were so many emotionsswimming in them he felt dizzy. She had let her barriers down, and she had done it for him. Vash.Her voice shocked him, causing him to switch his attention from her stunning eyes to her rosy lips. Yea? His voice seemed unusually soft and scared to him, like a child afraid of the answer she would give him to his silently asked question of 'do you feel anything for me, like I feel for you?' Instead of answering him right away, she encircled his waist, her tears glittering on her face, drying and forgotten. I've always felt for you. I was so afraid that you were mad at me, that youhated me that I ran from you. Vash, I love you, and I don't want to hide from you anymore, either. Her quiet admission left him breathless for a moment. Disbelief and utter joy warred in his features; a smile and a shocked jaw drop changing rapidly over his face. She smiled at him and lifted a hand to his face, brushing her fingers through his hair. The sensation, coupled with the tender look in her eyes spoke volumes to him, making his smile win over his feelings of doubt. Unable to control himself, he leaned down and captured her startled, but willing lips, with his own.




Meryl moaned against his parted lips, arching her back to press her self more firmly against him. He, in return, tightened his grip. The two melted together, their bodies pressed so close it was hard to tell where one ended and the other began in the darkness. Struggling to keep kissing him, but burning with the need for air, she pulled away. His heavily lidded, questioning eyes met her, making her shiver with their intensity and desire. She realized that her own must be very similar and blushed crimson. Snagging his wrist, she unwrapped her body from his, and backed away from him shyly. Smiling, she took his hand in hers and began to back up towards the bed, not taking her eyes away from his. Secretly, she was thrilled with the look of want and hope that was filtering in his eyes, she thrilled in the way he shivered when she released his hand and stretched out on the comforter. Smiling reassuringly at him, she cocked a finger in his direction, calling him to her.







He was stunned when she pulled away from him, but that quickly turned into flaming desire as she laid herself on the bed behind her. Her raven locks spilled over the comforter like black ink, her navy eyes heavy with want. Her cheeks were flushed in embarrassment or desire, he wasn't sure. And her lips were parted and swollen from his kisses. She looked intoxicating, and seriously tempting. Following her directions, he sank on to the bed beside her, capturing her in the cage of his arms. Leaning over her, he smiled at her, receiving a smile back. She was so pretty when she smiled like that, so unguarded and true that it made her glow. His body yearned to taste her again and he didn't deny it. Leaning over, making sure to keep his weight focused on his arms and legs, he pressed a feather light kiss on her parted lips. She didn't seem to enjoy this torture and wrapped her legs around his waist, yanking his hips down against hers. Moaning, Vash whimpered at the delicious feel of her warm body against his obvious desire. Running his hand down her face, he marveled at the softness of her skin. Feeling the desire to touch more of her, he allowed his hands to continue on their track. Trailing his fingertips down her neck, he felt her shiver and then buck against him. Grinding his teeth to keep from calling out, he gently pushed her back into the mattress, wanting to savor this and commit to mind every detail. After a brief pause, he brought his hands to her bared collarbone, loving the feel of her writhing beneath him. Dipping his head, he placed kisses on her throat and the hollow of her collarbone. Flicking his tongue out, he marveled in the taste of her skin, so akin to her personality. It was soft and sweet like honey with the salty tang of sweat. He was burning with the need for her.









Meryl couldn't keep her hands from him. All she wanted was to sink her hands into his satiny, blond spikes, to trace the lines of his muscles feeling them jump in response to her soft administrations. His tongue on her breast was driving her mad, and to top it off his one hand was gently (like a steel grip) holding her hips down. His tongue played over the swell of her breast, teasing the tender flesh that was exposed by the skimpy shirt. Suddenly, she loved and hated this shirt. This outfit had drawn the attention from him she had wanted, and she could tell he liked it, a lot. But on the other hand, it was the reason she couldn't feel his tongue on her heated skin. The clothing needed to go, NOW! Just as she began to wiggle underneath him in an attempt to de-cloth herself, Vash froze, a look of pure restraint on his face. Gazing at his strained features, she felt herself blush, knowing that look was because of her wiggling. Vash forced his eyes open and looked down at her; the emerald orbs a blaze in the dark room. A hissing breath escaped him, and he shuddered. Meryl, II want to make this special, but you are making it really hard. His voice was an octave lower than it usually was and incredibly husky. Under his penetrating gaze she flushed again, feeling the double meaning behind his words. Lifting a hand, she traced the contours of his face, memorizing the smooth plains and the hard lines of his jaw and cheekbones. Above her, Vash waited, closing his eyes and letting her run her hands around his face, knowing she was doing the exact same thing he had just been doing. Meryl watched him carefully, seeing what made him shiver and what caused no reaction at all as she drug her hands down his neck and over his ears. She stifled a giggle as he moaned and shivered when she found the sensitive spot behind his ear. Smiling cheekily, she let her exploration continue, drawing her hands over the soft fabric of his shirt. She played her hands lightly over his pectorals and abdomen revealing in the feel of the tight muscles flinching under her fingertips. Vash's soft whimper brought her back to the situation. Cocking her head to the side she retraced the metal mesh on his skin, knowing he was watching her carefully for any indication that he repulsed her. Leading her hands to the hem of his shirt, she tugged it over his head and allowed him to help her remove the unnecessary article. Looking into his eyes, she paused seeing the fear and trepidation that haunted the jade depths. Wanting to calm his fears, and wanting to comply with her own desires, Meryl leaned up and placed soft kisses over his chest not caring about the numerous scars that made the soft flesh jagged. All those scars were reminders that he was a hero, a guy that risked his life for people he didn't know just because he couldn't stand to sit back passively while he watched. It would remind him too much of the way he hadn't saved Rem, and she knew that it was his way of atoning for that, even when it wasn't his fault. Vash released a breath of air and it stirred her bangs, all the tension in his body rushed out of it with her simple gesture. Smiling against his skin, she tentatively licked his nipple, enjoying the quick intake of breath that came with it. Grinning devilishly, she nipped the tender nub, eliciting a sharp cry of pleasure from Vash. Pulling her head away from his chest, she waited for him to open his eyes. When he did, she silently communicated what she wanted, knowing that he would be able to read her.










Nodding, Vash received Meryl's meaning. Pulling away from her, he watched as she sat up and deftly removed her shirt. In a moments time she was sitting on the bed, facing him and wearing only a bra and her short whit skirt. Her skin, unlike his own was bare of scars; all of hers were emotional ones she had buried deep inside herself. Her stomach was flat and slightly toned, making it still feminine and soft, but showing that she took care of herself. She had a narrow waist, but wasn't with out hips. Her breasts were a little larger proportioned than her body size would normally have, but he wasn't complaining. Her dark hair was surrounding her face, the ends falling around her shoulders. She looked like an angle sitting there watching him with worried eyes. Soothing her fears, he leaned toward her and kissed her, before trailing kisses to her ear. Your so beautiful. She shivered, and pulled away from him, but not before placing a kiss on his lips shyly. Even after exploring each other's body and confessing their love she was still shy. This was the real Meryl, an unsure, shy, but strong woman. He loved her for her honesty. Sliding his hands down her shoulders, he eased her bra straps off. She smiled encouragingly, while dragging her fingernails over the scared skin of his chest. Fighting the urge to just toss her on the bed and rip off her clothing, he reached around her back and unclasped her bra. That when he heard a loud, 'ZZZZZZIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPPPPP'. Looking to Meryl, he followed her hands with his eyes. They grew large when he seen that while he was distracted with her bra, she had managed to unbuckle his belt, unclasp his gun holster, and unbutton his pants before he had even gotten her bra off. MAAAAAANNNNN! And he thought he was fast! Meryl winked at him and flushed again, apparently he wasn't the only one having trouble keeping his desires under control. Smirking at her in a most satisfied way, Vash leaned towards her and snatched a hold of her bra. Her eyes got wide at his hand came back into view, a black lacy bra that was previously covering her breast, dangling from his grip. He smiled wolfishly before frowning. Meryl had latched her hands over her breast and wasn't looking like she was about to remove them anytime soon. Tossing the bra in the direction his shirt had gone he eyed her. Without saying a word he gestured for her to remove her hands. She glared at him and shook her head 'no', while tightening her grip on her breast. She was paying him back for teasing her about the whole pants thing. Sighing, Vash acted like he was going to relent when instead he leaped forward and snatched up her wrist. Tugging softly, he removed the offending hands from the sight he sought. Giving in, Meryl released her death grip and blushed furiously under Vash's intense gaze. The crimson blush turned to down right tomato red when he whistled appreciatively and broke contact from her chest. Slapping him hard on the arm, she pushed against him and shoved him back onto the bed. Kneeling over him, her thighs on either side of his, she reached behind her and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall from her body. A pair of lacy thongs was all that was keeping Vash from a completely naked Meryl, and a step closer to his goal. Flipping their positions, he slid his hands down her body, flicking her nipples as he went. Trailing his hands over her stomach, he locked gazes with her and smiled. She returned it, staring at him intently. Reaching her skirt, he slid his hands down over her silky legs pulling it from her body. This article, too, joined the other lost clothing in the dark domain of the floor. Silvery light cascaded in the widow from the twin moons casting Meryl in light. Now that she was glowing, he stopped. She really was an angel. His angel. Smiling, he allowed her to remove his pants, stopping himself from whimpering as she guided it over the bulge in his pants. Her soft touches were driving him mad. This was the last straw; all the clothes were coming off if he had to rip them off. Taking a hold of her panties, he slid them off her body, hearing her gasp as cold air hit her heated center. Stealing a kiss, he pulled off his under shorts and stopped; waiting for her to tell him it was still what she wanted. Meryl blinked at his sudden pause, taking the time to study him. Her eyes widened and her mouth made a cute little 'o' of surprise when she seen how large he was. A strange sense of pride washed through him as she stared at him in wonder. Finally, she took a hold of him, making him cry out. He was so hard it was painful. If she didn't let him finish what they had started, he was sure he would lose his mind. Seeming to hear his silent plea, Meryl positioned him at her entrance, moaning softly as his tip brushed her dark curls. She was so hot and wet it drove him wild form feeling it but being on the outside of her. He wanted nothing more than to drive them both over the edge repeatedly, but wanted her to make the first move. Meryl once again seemed to understand as she bucked up against him, drawing him deep inside of her. The sudden feeling of tight warmth nearly sent him over the edge, but he held on, staying perfectly still while allowing her to adjust to his size. Neither of them were virgins, but he knew that he wasn't exactly the size of a human, so he allowed her the time to adjust and himself the time to not ruin the moment. When Meryl pleaded quietly in her throat for him to continue, he thrust inside of her to the hilt, both of them crying out together into the night as the sensations of each other flooded them. Settling a pace, they rocked together, the sounds of their soft cries and skin meeting filling the air. A tight winding began to fill him, and he knew he was almost spent. Meryl suddenly tensed under him, her body clenching around his shaft as an orgasm struck her. Her head fell back against the pillows, her mouth opened while labored breath pasted her parted lips. A red hue licked her cheeks, and her eyes were glittering with a sense of fulfillment in them. Pausing over her, he watched in awe as she convulsed and quieted, before catching her lips and beginning to move again when she pushed against him. A few moments later, they both snapped, their mouths catching the loud cries before they could spill out into the night. His arms shook as his seed rushed from his body into her warmth. Meryl! He called out,surprised at the deep tone of his own voice. Vash! She answered, once again surprising him. Her voice was deep and husky, but underlined with a happy exhaustion. Pulling out of her, he rolled off of her and landed on the bed in a heap, a feeling of tiredness he had never felt before overcoming him. He was mentally, physically, and emotionally drained. A small, warm body snuggled against his side before a hand ran over his chest. Smiling, he caught her hand in his and lazily brought it too his lips, pressing a chaste kiss to it before inter twining their fingers and laying it back on his sweaty chest. Meryl squeezed his fingers contentedly before resting her head next to their interlocked hands and kissing his skin. Sighing happily, Vash draped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close before letting sleep steal him away. I could spend the rest of my life like this, her thought as his eyes slid closed, lulled to sleep by Meryl's deep even breathing. She had let him in finally, and he wouldn't give it up for the world.