Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ No more cold nights ❯ No more cold nights ( One-Shot )

It had been one long and difficult year since Vash the Stampede had left the small town of December. It had been so long since he had last set his sights on the small insurance girl and her counterpart. The fight with Knives had gone as expected. Maybe a little more gory than he had planned, but coming out with the same results. Knives was currently dangling over his shoulder unconscious. It would be a long time before the desperately shot up plant would regain his faculties enough to be awake, let alone be the violent person that was Knives.

 

It was hot, and dusty. It was not a way that he enjoyed being, dirty and sweaty was just not his cup of tea. On top of it all, he was deep down bone tired. He had been carrying Knives for the last week trying to get back to the town that he knew he would find acceptance in. He didn't care if the inhabitants of the town ever accepted him, all he cared about was the fact that the two insurance girls, Meryl and Millie, would more than gladly take him in and let him feast on doughnuts until he hurt. Just the thought of those two made his heart soar and his feet glad that he was nearly there.

 

He stopped as he came up on the rise just outside the city. He sat Knives down for a minute so that he could gaze upon the city he hadn't seen in nearly a year and a month. It was true; he had been counting the days and months until he made it back. He made a promise that he would be back, and by thunder, he was. He couldn't wait to see the look on the insurance girl's faces when he made it back to them.

 

Personally he just couldn't wait until he was in proximity of Meryl again. He had thought long and hard about her while he had been gone. Ha, long and hard was a common state in the morning when he had been thinking about her, not just a state of mind. He didn't know what was worse, thinking about a relationship he shouldn't and couldn't get mixed up in, or thinking about Meryl at night and waking up with a bad case of morning wood. He honestly couldn't win either way, so he took the more pleasurable route after coming to a conclusion; he loved her.

 

He had beaten himself up for a long time about it. They were polar opposites. She was so young, and he was so old, they were NOT the same species, he was tall she was short, she was fiery, and pretty, and flawless and he was…Vash. These were all types of reasons he had come up with to end the rants of his mind that he NEEDED her in the worst way. But they were all to no avail. His mind wanted her, his body wanted her, and worst of all, he needed her, mind body and soul.

 

Now, he was within a mile of her and he was wasting time pondering his actions. He was reeling inside his mind, `duh Vash, get the lead out'. With that last thought he heaved Knives back up over his shoulder and set out at a considerably faster pace than he had been walking.

 

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`Another long day of work and another long day of missing Vash' Meryl sighed in frustration. She was so bored with her job. Waiting tables and bartending was a lucrative job, but it was all so demeaning when some rowdy dust-breather grabbed her posterior. Men were just so disgusting when they were drunk. Grabbing whatever they pleased on whomever they pleased. Meryl had just finished whapping some guy over the head with her tray for just such a transgression. She wanted to go home, take a shower, and fall into bed. She had decided two hours ago that she deserved it. She hated it when the steamer came through with new people who didn't know her rules. It just was such an annoyance to have to teach them all over again.

 

She hazarded a glance at the clock to check for the hundredth time what time it was and how long until it was time for her to go home. It was five minutes of eleven. `One hour, five minutes and counting' she thought with a smirk. Another long suffering sigh and she was back on the floor again.

 

The front doors swung against each other as Vash pushed his way through the door. He hadn't realized Meryl would still work here. He walked in, in enough time to see the sigh and appreciate it for what it was, long and suffering, and lonely. `Wait, lonely' he thought. `Does that mean… she misses someone… maybe me?'

 

He couldn't dare to hope that as he took strides towards her. He looked up to the clock on the wall, “when does that waitress there get out barkeep?” he asked smirking at the man behind the bar. The man looked up at the new arrival, and seeing the chance to intimidate said, “she gets off in an hour, I warn you though, she is a spitfire, watch your head if you get any funny ideas.” Vash only smiled when he heard this, `same old Meryl'.

 

He took the chance to look at her again, slim waist, hair that had grown long in his absence, short stature, fire in her eyes. She was all a plant could want. He sighed and sat down. He ordered a round and down the shot with ease before taking up the chaser. It was good and cold and whetted the whistle. Then whistle he did. He did it to get Meryl's attention. She barely glanced over her shoulder, and then did an infamous double take.

 

Meryl didn't know what to do first. For the firs time in years she was so stunned that the broom-headed outlaw was standing in HER bar that she contemplated hugging him first or hitting him first. The former won out and she launched herself through the mass of dirty bodies and onto Vash's form. He caught her mid flight and threw his arms around her waist as she threw her arms around his neck. He easily could span her waist with his angel arm hand, it seemed as though she had lost weight. He was not happy with that, but he could handle it. She was near sobbing his name quietly in his ear as he held her next to the bar. This was not the place for a reunion of the type he was thinking of.

 

He threw down enough money to pay for his drink and her last hour of work. She was still clutching him hard, and he wasn't about to complain. She felt so good in his arms; he simply hitched her up into a more comfortable position and started out of the bar. He had plans for her that he had been thinking about for over a year, and they were going to take place tonight if he had anything to say about it.

 

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He made it to the cliff where he had first come to the realization that he was in love with her. She had sung to him in a time of need. He was hurting and she came to him without repulsion willing to make him feel better. She was so like Rem in that instance that he started the delicious fall into love. He just didn't know it at the time.

 

He sat down in the same place he had when she came to him. This time thought, she was placed securely in his lap, right where she belonged. She was indeed sobbing now, out of relief and happiness. He tightened his grip around her and held her as she cried. He started humming a song to her as he rocked to calm her down. After a few moments he started to whisper the words along with the tune.

 

Trying hard to speak and
Fighting with my weak hand
Driven to distraction
It's all part of the plan
When something is broken
and you try to fix it
Trying to repair it anyway you can

I dive in at the deep end
She become my best friend
I wanna love you but I don't know if I can
I know something is broken
and I'm trying to fix it
Trying to repair it anyway I can

You and me are floating on a tidal wave… together
You and me are drifting into outer space
and singing

Oooohh, oooohh

You and me are floating on a tidal wave… together
You and me are drifting into outer space
You and me are floating on a tidal wave… together
You and me are drifting into outer space

By time he had finished the song and his reverie back to Rem, she had quieted and was staring up at him from her place in his lap. “Broom-head is that really you?” she was almost afraid to ask. After all these months lying awake hoping and dreaming of him, he was back and holding her. He smiled at her term of endearment and nodded. She brought her hand up to the back of his head and slapped him softly saying, “What took you so long, and where is Knives?” Instantly after the soft slap had been administered she pulled his head towards her and locked lips with him. The kiss was intense and long and everything she thought it would be. He was in a state of complete rapture. Here she was kissing him deeply like he had dreamed, with a slap to the head in true Meryl style.

 

“Meryl” he said after breaking from the kiss to breath. He wasn't sure he wanted to ever breathe again in case this was not real, but with a breath in and out, and her not disappearing meant she was here. She looked up at him in longing. His voice was deep with emotion as she sat there in his lap. “Meryl, I found something more than Knives when I was out there. I found love”. That was all he said and then he paused. When it looked like he wasn't going to say anything more, she started to struggle to get up. “Well then” she said her face aflame with embarrassment, “I hope you two are happy.” With that she walloped him behind the head for real this time. He had let her sit there and kiss him like that and this whole time there was someone else! She struggled harder to get up as he held on harder. “You fool” he snickered “I found out I loved you”.

 

She stopped all movement at the end of that sentence. “You, you what?” she whispered staring wide eyed into his eyes. “I said I love you.” He smiled at his ability to render her speechless. He was mildly proud too. Anyone that could shock her that much should be proud. “Oh Broom-head, I love you too.” She whispered again. This time he took he mouth in a kiss. This wasn't the same sweet kiss she gave him, it was a kiss born of all the mornings he woke up hard thinking of her, all the nights he went to sleep cold because she wasn't next to him, and most of all, because of the fire he saw in her eyes that promised an interesting and long night to come. He broke away from her to look at the love and lust in her eyes. She looked like that all because of him. And by George he was proud; and hard, really hard.

 

From her vantage point in his lap, her wiggling gave her ringside seats to his raging hormones. When she felt the lump in his lap, she stilled, her mouth forming an innocent “o” and her eyes going wide. After her initial shock, a sly smirk was plastered on her face. “Is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?” He smiled a little and reached around her with his left hand. With it, he pulled out his peace maker. He smirked impishly and said “a gun”. She growled at him as he grabbed her and adjusted her seat on him to give her a real impression. When she felt the real him she gasped. “I did that?” she asked, and he nodded. She smirked and bounced up to kiss him, knocking him backward with her sprawled out on top of him. He had a rock digging in his back, and dirt in his eye, but the way her tight behind was sitting against his member, he DID NOT care.

 

Seeing him grimace, she felt bad and suggested moving things indoors. Her bedroom was looking pretty good right now. With a smirk, and a quick jump up, he had her in his arms and was sprinting back to the house. In minutes, he had them back at the house and through the front door. He set her down and had a quick look in on Knives. He was cleaned and bandaged thanks to Millie. He was also in a four point restraint to keep him from moving and opening his bandaged wounds again. Happy with the situation, Vash swept her back up in his arms and up the stairs to the empty bed room, his old room.

 

There wasn't much in there; Meryl had taken over the room when he had gone, so just her meager supplies were littered here and there. He set her down and proceeded to remove the big red duster and the heavy boots. It felt so good to just have those off, he almost forgot what he was doing. A small whimper from the bed snapped him back. Meryl was there. She sat there watching him still shocked that he was there. He threaded his way to the bed. He stripped his socks off as he went, and another groan as to how good it felt to be going to sleep in a real bed, among other things. Meryl had changed into easier night clothes while Vash was lost in thought. She had snuck to the bathroom and went for her nightgown. It was a strappy short gown that went to the knee. This time, the whimper he heard came from his own throat.

 

She lay down on the bed. Within moments Vash was there with her. She was again wrapped in his arms and they were in a heated kiss. The thin material of her nightgown left only a little to his imagination. He could feel her skin through it. He groaned. He was harder then he ever thought possible. He ground his hips into her to show her his problems. She grinned and started to pull at his shirt. He stiffened slightly but she didn't stop until the shirt was unbuttoned and off. His chest was one big scar, and his angel arm didn't match, but she couldn't have cared less. He was beautiful to her. She leaned forward and kissed the scar on the left side of his chest, then one on his right. She looked him straight in the eyes. The only thought she had was `I accept you'. Words came back into his mind from the song he had sung her earlier.

 

Trying hard to speak and
fighting with my weak hand

 

He reached down and caught the hem of her gown. He pulled up and it was off in seconds. He looked down, all she had left on were panties, and they were red, his favorite. He was pretty sure he had stopped breathing.

Driven to distraction
its all part of the plan

 

He had planned on this, being just like this with her. He loved her and she was freakin' hot! Again, his member hardened until it hurt. He grimaced against the course feel of his clothes. She took the hint and undid the clasp to his pants. She pulled them down. He bucked his hips when she passed his erection. She reached out and kissed it on the head as she got further down with his pants. He bucked again and she had his pants off.

When something is broken
and you try to fix it
Trying to repair it anyway you can

 

She moved back to his erection and noticed how large he was. His eight inches were likely to hurt, but god the completion would be worth it. She licked it like a lollipop and he groaned. He was going to lose it early, and he would allow that. He growled and pulled her up to his lips. She looked affronted, but his lips made her forget.

I dive in at the deep end
she become my best friend

 

He pulled her up and over him so he was on all fours above him. He grabbed her panties by the hips and slid them down. She helped him take them off of her and she was relieved as the material was no longer constricting her. He flipped them over again and this time took his own turn at moving down her body. He explored her breast, and then moved to her stomach. She laughed as his mouth and stubble tickled her. He reached her womanhood and breathed over it. He wondered briefly how he could do this to her. He was having second thoughts and it wasn't good. She wouldn't want to love him like he loved her.

I wanna love you but I don't know if I can

 

He sat there over her womanhood and she bucked up to him in frustration. He looked up at her and saw the love swimming in her eyes. He also saw the lust. That he could be sure of. He kept her eye fixed in his as he slowly leaned down and licked up her sex. She went to close her eyes and he stopped. `No, keep them open. You will watch me.' Her eyes sprang open at his deep command. He was so damn sexy like this. All coherent thought stopped as she watched him slowly start to eat at her. She was sure she was drowning.

I know something is broken
and I'm trying to fix it
Trying to repair it anyway I can

The closer she got, the faster he went. Just as she was about to fall, he stopped and prowled back up her body. She growled in frustration and he let out a growl of a laugh. She felt his tip at her entrance and she understood. He had readied her for his intrusion. “I have to know love, I am going to fix your longing, but, am I your first?” She nodded her head in the affirmative. She was not innocent to loving with mouth and hands, but had never cared to go further. She was sharing that with him.

 

He was a skirt chaser, and he knew how to pleasure a women. He NEVER thought he would be able to have a virgin. Not only a virgin, but his Meryl was that virgin. He smiled and kissed her again. “Don't worry love, I'll be gentle.” With that said, he started to push forward into her pliant flesh. He went to close his eyes at the feeling, but popped them open again when she said “no, keep them open, I want to watch you.” He smirked but kept his eyes open.

 

Her heat was surrounding him and he was dying slowly. He met her virgin head and stopped. Looking her in the eyes, he pushed all the way in suddenly. She clenched her body around him, but after a few minutes she stopped and let him move. He had nearly lost it when she clenched, but managed to keep his mind about him. He set up a smooth pattern of in and out. At her insistence he sped up. Going faster and faster, she started to clench again. This time it was a good clench. Under him, she had an intense orgasm. It was the most incredible thing he had ever seen, and the most erotic. When she let up a little, he took one plunge in and lost it. He had never cum so hard in his life. He was sure that everything had come out of him. He slumped onto the bed next to her and pulled her up onto his chest. She could sleep on him all night for all he cared. They stayed connected until he fell out. At that, she got up and got a cool cloth to wipe the mess up. When she had cleaned them up, she eeped as she was pulled back onto his chest with one arm and his other arm pulled up the blanket. He would not be spending a cold night ever again.

 

As they both fell into an exhausted sated sleep, they both whispered “I love you”.

 

Song: X&Y - Coldplay

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