Trigun Fan Fiction ❯ The black rose of gunsmoke ❯ Rain, Thunder, and known confessions ( Chapter 7 )
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By: Haruka-chan 
Anime/Manga: Trigun Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Angst / Romance / Horror / Hentai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 08.19.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 3.7K | Visits: 672 | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Trigun Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Drama / Angst / Romance / Horror / Hentai | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 08.19.2004 | Pages: 1 | Words: 3.7K | Visits: 672 | Status: Work In Progress
The Black Rose of Gunsmoke
By: Haruka-chan
AN: Hello! *Yes I am embarrassed by my 'sweet' side more like retarded* Well anyway I am a new fan of Trigun, so I don't know ALL the information about it, but I'm on the quest of uncovering everything I can! AaAahah *See what I mean?* This Fic is going to different from most of the Vash returns with Knives and Meryl being bitch about it, and Wolfwood is alive *She had to do it for her cheery friend Milly* In this story everything is going to be quite the opposite. This fic is going to be confusing, boring at times, and weird so read on your own discretion. I won't explain what it's about, I'll let you find out on your own. Ok let sing the Hamtaro song lalalalala *Excuse me while I go and slap my sweet Cough(retarded)Cough self*
*....*- Means that it's character thoughts.
*~....~*- Character is thinking about what someone said in the past.
"...."- Means characters are talking.
****.....****- Means of the character.
~~~***...***~~~- Means letters and notes from characters
Rain, thunder, and known confessions...Chapter 7
Two people who look so alike....but so different...in their thought and views...yet so much alike...in there wants and needs...confusing isn't it?
Last Time...
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Jonathan walked with his niece and her friends in to the small park. "Hey Uncle Jonathan can we get ice cream?" asked a girl about 12 with brown hair and blue eyes. "yeah sure go on head" said Jonathan. Vash heard the music of the ice cream truck and looked towards Meryl who smiled and nodded. "I'll be right back" he said before jogging off after the ice cream. Meryl sat and stared at the now darkening sky. Jonathan noticed a beautiful woman sitting by herself and decided to say hello. When he neared her, his breath caught at the sight, it was Meryl, 'his' Meryl sitting there looking beautiful as he haven't seen her. "Meryl?" he asked as if to make sure. Meryl looked towards the voice and gave a small smile. "Jonathan back so soon?" she asked. He smiled and came and sat down next to her. "The girls wanted to come back to the park for 'boy hunting' as they put it" said Jonathan. Meryl laughed. Jonathan stared at her with a smile. It was a different Meryl, maybe he was dreaming this up, but the real Meryl hardly laughed. "Are you going out?" he asked looking towards the dress. "Huh? Oh no I just thought I would wear it" said Meryl. "You look beautiful" he said. "Thanks" said Meryl. Vash stood in line with four other little girls, who were whispering and looking at him. He looked up at the sky confused. This went on as he got his ice cream. "Hey mister do you mind coming with me real quick I want my uncle to see you" said one of the girl. "But I didn't do anything. Did I?" he asked. The girls giggled and shook their heads. "No, I just want you to come with me" she said. Vash nodded.
Vash walked back with the girl and saw that they were headed towards where Meryl was sitting with someone. Meryl looked towards where Vash stood and smiled. "Are you coming to work tomorrow?" He asked. "You know what I think I'll take that day off you have been telling me about" said Meryl. Jonathan looked surprised, but nodded. "Uncle Jonathan I want you to meet the cutest guy I found" called his niece. Jonathan looked towards his niece as a bigger surprise appeared on his face. "That's a cute girl friend Vash" said Meryl. Vash smiled and nodded. "Here is your ice cream" he said handing Meryl her cone. Meryl smiled. Jonathan looked towards the two, as his own his heart fell to pieces slowly, but he wasn't going to assume anything and he sure as hell wasn't going to give up the woman he loved without a fight.
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"Hi I'm Vash" said Vash waving a hand. Jonathan nodded. "Uncle Jonathan do you think we could go out?" asked his niece. Meryl laughed as Vash smirked. "I promise I will take care of her" said Vash in a sincere way as if telling Jonathan something. Meryl smiled as the girls giggled. "Um sweetheart I don't think he falls under age range" said Jonathan. "Oh come on Uncle Jonathan" She said pulling on Vash's hand. Meryl joined in. "Come on chief" She said. Jonathan let lose a painful smile. "Call your Mom and ask her" said Jonathan. The girl nodded as she let Vash go and ran of pulling out a mini silver object. Vash started on his ice cream and watched as Meryl happily licked at hers. Jonathan watched the two as they took small glances and smiled at each other. He felt jealous that he wasn't the man that Meryl smiled for, that she cried for, that she released herself for. He sat on the bench next to Meryl as he watched this beautiful Meryl become even more beautiful by the second, but she wasn't changing for him, but the man next to her. Yup Vash the stamped had everything the fame, the danger, the girl. What was there that he didn't have? Maybe it was because he was dangerous that Meryl likes him. Maybe she likes him because she likes adventures. Jonathan was confused and deep in thought when he heard giggling next to him.
"Vash your such an ass!" said Meryl laughing. Vash laughed along now with ice cream on his deep blonde hair. "Hey it was your fault you said there was something on my hair" he said. "That because there was you broom head" she said again. Vash sighed and shook his head. "Come on you have to wash that stuff off before it becomes hard and ruins your hair" said Meryl. Vash nodded. "Well, nice seeing you again Jonathan" said Meryl as she started to walk away. Jonathan sighed and looked up at the sky that was now darkening. "I lost again" he said. Meryl pushed open the door and walked in with Vash. About 6 people where looking at him strangely before they started to laugh. Vash being the sensitive boy he was started cry. "Don't cry, I know they were mean" said Meryl. Vash nodded and walked towards the bathroom. Meryl smiled standing in the middle of her living room. Her stomach tingling as if a thousand butterflies had made their nest in there. Meryl smiled as she went to the kitchen, she took out the tea kettle and started to boiled water for the tea. Vash walked out in to the empty leaving room when he heard small humming from the kitchen. He smiled this felt good, to have Meryl hum and cook, just as Milly use to do for Wolfwood. Vash made his way to the kitchen and found Meryl busy making tea setting up small cakes on the tray.
Her neatness and organization was one of the things he loved about her. He smirked and quietly wrapped his arms around her. Meryl gave a startled gasp. "Vash!" she said. He laughed as he placed a small kiss on her neck. "So that was Jonathan?" asked Vash. Meryl's hands stopped moving and she looked down at the tray filled with cakes and cookies. "Yeah" she said. Vash slowly turned her so she was facing him. "Meryl..." he started. "Vash don't worry about it. Jonathan is a big boy I have to talk to him and set things straight, his mature he could handle it" said Meryl placing a hand on his cheek. Vash nodded, but there was a little part of him that said something different, maybe he was jealous of Jonathan because he was so much like Meryl, they worked together, and they knew each other in different circumstance then that of he did. Vash shook of the feeling, there wasn't anyone who was going to take her away from him now or ever. Meryl took the tray and motioned for him to follow. "We'll sit out" she said as she opened the glass doors, and led him to a small balcony showing off some of the city. He smiled the sun was already almost gone. She sat down in one of the chairs and picked up her tea cup. He watched her small full lips take small sips and then put it down.
"I had some doughnuts left so" she said looking towards the four or five different kinds of doughnuts decorated nicely on a plate. Vash's eyes bugged out as he started to stuff them in his mouth. "Your sick" laughed Meryl. Vash smiled as he stuffed some more in to his mouth. Meryl laughed joy filling her to the brim. When Vash devoured all the doughnut he looked towards Meryl who was laughing like there was no tomorrow. "What?" asked Vash. Meryl shook her head before standing up. "Well, we have to arrange a sleeping place for you" said Meryl. "What do you mean for me?" asked Vash. "Well, where will you sleep?" she asked. Vash stood and came around picked her up, and headed towards her bedroom. "Vash what are you doing?" asked Meryl. Vash just flashed her a grin. Before entering her bedroom. "You see Meryl darling I can't stand to be more then a few feet away from any longer so I was thinking that I would sleep right here with you" he said before fall with her on the bed. Meryl on her back staring up at him. "Vash darling I don't think that would be a good idea, can't have you groping me" said Meryl with a small smile.
"Why not, and you could like me to grope you" he said and closed the gap between them. He kissed her soft mouth forcing down the desire to share with her the sweet pleasure. Kiss was heavy and drugging. She clung to him as his mouth moved on hers. Then he shifted to kiss her throat. Her dress going up to her high thigh, his hands closed over her breast. The desperate urgency in him ignited a respond deep within her. She pushed her hands beneath his shirt and sought the sleek, hard contours of his body. He muttered something unintelligible when she stroked his muscled back and arched herself into his fierce heat. She felt him slide his hand up along the inside of her thigh. "Vash" she whispered. Vash looked down at her. "Maybe we should wait" she whispered. "I can't wait anymore" he said as he placed another kiss on her neck. Meryl closed her eyes and thought it over. "But we'll stop if-" Meryl cut him off and shook her head. "I love you Vash the Stamped and the truth is I can't wait any more either" she whispered. He sucked in his breath with an audible hiss as she titled her pelvis forward and rubbed her belly against his painfully straining erection.
She raised herself on her elbows, brining her lips so close to his, they almost touched. Against his will, his hands slid down to her hips to hold her warm, sweet body close to his. "I have waited for you over 2 years," she said, staring deep into his eyes. "I don't want to wait any longer," she said. He sighed, his hands roaming feverishly up and down her back, her hips, her sides. He was so desperate to touch her, to feel her, to hold her, to make love to her. "Ah, God Meryl. I'm trying to be honorable" Vash said. She bit his earlobe. "Don't turn a gentleman on me now, Vash. Not when I want you to be a degenerate outlaw" said Meryl. "I don't want to hurt or rush you" he said. "Vash I'm not made out of porcelain" she nibbled at his neck, her hands spreading fire as she rubbed her pals over his shoulders, his chest. "To me you are" he said. "I'm a flesh-and-blood woman, and I've spent the last two years waiting for. Aching for you" she said. With a laughing groan, he snagged his hands in her hair, bringing her head back. Her lips were parted with desire, her eyes dark with love. For him. It was still a wonder to him, that she loved him, that she wanted him. Wanted him with wildness that surprised and delighted him, and loved him with an intensity that awed and humbled him. [AN: See Vash has deep feelings!]
"Meryl" he whispered. "I've missed you so much" he covered her mouth with his in a kiss that was meant to be gentle but soon blazed up into something hot, frantic. They clutched at each other, their lips and tongues twining as if they could make themselves one flesh. he lips were soft and sweet, her mouth hot. He thrust his tongue past her teeth, loving the feel of her, the taste of her, the little breathy, erotic noises she made deep in her throat as she strained against him. Reaching down, he cupped her buttocks to lift her hard up against him, and she squirmed, rubbing herself against him, and he grabbed fistfuls of her dress and shoved it up around her waist and pulled down her black lace panties so that he could spread his hands over the naked flesh of her bottom. "Vash," she said with a gasp, her warm breath flowing over his mouth. She lifted one short slim white leg up to curl it around his hips, and he let his hands drift over the bare skin of her thigh, seeking the tender folds at the secret entrance to her body. He touched her, there, and she gasped again and flung her head back, arching against the support of the arms he held braced about her waist. "Oh, if you only knew how I've ached for your touch," she whispered.
Her skin was so soft there. So soft and hot and sensitive. He moved his fingers, exploring, stroking as he bent his head to lay open mouth against the creamy column of her throat. "Tell me, " he said, moving his mouth lower, to where the low cut of her dress opened to reveal the upper curves of her full breast. "tell me what you want," he said. She bracketed his face with her hands. "You. I want you" she said. He raised his head and looked down at her. Her lips were parted, and swollen from his kisses, her eyes wide and dewy with passion, her hair a fountain of night fall. "Ah, Meryl. I love you so much. I've missed you so much. I've wanted so much" he said. He let her legs slide to the bed. She laughed with joy. "Say it again Vash" she said. "I love you" he said. He laughed more, and tears started to fall. She laughed wrapping her arms around his neck. He braced himself above her on one outstretched arm, and for a long moment, they lay still, simply gazing into each other's eyes. Then she grasped his shirt and yanked it free from his waistband. "I want you naked," she said, in a rough, smoky voice that seemed to flow into his blood like fever.
Standing up, he stripped off his shirt, and sent his boots flying, never taking his gaze from where she lay sprawled across the bed before him, watching him, the hem of her dress hiked up wantonly about her hips to reveal her short slim white legs and the faintest hint of a dark triangle. He shoved down his pants and peeled them off, then straightened to stand tall and naked before her. He saw her eyes widen and grinned as he stretched out his hand to tug at her rucked up dress. "You next" he said. Wordlessly, she reached down, her arms crossed, to gather the lace linen in her hand and draw it up slowly, wriggling her hips to free the dress from her weight and expose a flat belly, then her full breast which were slight covered by the lace bra, the rosy-tipps puckered now with arousal. He reached behind her and pulled on the claps of her bra. Another tug, and she lay before him naked and inviting.
"Your beautiful," he said on an awed expulsion of breath as he lowered himself beside her. He let one hand rove over the pale mounds of her breast, then leaned forward, using his tongue to draw a slow circle around a dark nipple before sucking it into his mouth. Her head tipped back and her eyes squeezed shut. Her lips parting in a soft cry of pleasure. He made love to her breast, first one, then the other. he explored her body with his nibbling at her throat, her chin, kissing her eyelids, her breast again, then lower, across her belly and down. He felt her fingers tangle in his hair, her hips bucking up as he moved between her thighs. "I love you," he said, letting his hot breath wash over her wet flesh. "I love you, I love you," he said again and again. She writhed beneath the touch of his tongue and fingers, made small keening sounds of yearning that aroused him almost beyond bearing. Then he felt the tremors start, deep within her. Felt her hands clutch at his shoulders, trying to draw him up to her. "Now," she said, her head lifting off the pillow, her gaze meeting his. "please" she said.
He eased himself up the length of her slim body, trying to be careful, but she rose up to meet him eagerly, her mouth seeking his, clinging to him as if she were starving for him. A powerful animal desire roared through his blood: a primitive, wholly masculine urge to posses her, to join his body to hers and make her his. "Yes," he said, the word a harsh gaps as he felt her open her thighs beneath him, her hand reaching down to guide him. He clenched his buttocks and thrust his hips forward, pressed his hot, hard flesh against her yielding entrance pressed, pressed, until he finally eased himself fully inside her. He groaned and lay still for a moment, feeling his body stretching her, filling her. She was so hot and wet and tight around him, and he loved her so much. He drew himself parkway out of her slowly, the thrust in again, and she arched her back and sighed. "You won't believe how much I wanted you" her breath was warm against his neck, her hands spread against his naked chest. He meant to be gentle, to keep the rhythm easy, but his desire for her roared through him, sucking him out of control. "I'm sorry," he said, bracing himself on his outstretched arms so he could watch her face as he spread in to her, again and again, harder, and harder. "It's been so long, and I've wanted you so much" he said.
She stared up at him, her eyes widen and glazed with passion, her skin damp and flushed, her hands clutching his sweat-slicked upper arms as her wrapped her legs around his hips and drew him in, deeper and deeper, faster and faster. He bent his head, his mouth capturing hers for a long, hot, sucking kiss. Then he felt her nails dig into his shoulders and she flung her head back, her teeth sinking down on her lower lip to keep herself from screaming. He felt the tremors start deep within her again, so powerful and clenching that it pulled him over the brink onto a climax so shattering, he thought for one endless, rapturous moment that he had died and found Eden, and that it was an everlasting ecstasy.
She looked up at him. "You better not leave broom head" she whispered. He looked down at her breathing hard as she was, and smiled. "Never" he said. He made love to her all night long. Sometimes the pace was slow and erotic, at other times fast and passionate. Towards dawn, she fell asleep in his arms. But he still lay awake, prolonging the pleasure of holding her, of watching her face while she slept, of letting his heart fill to the aching point with his love for her. Maybe somewhere deep with in them they both knew with the lives they led this wasn't going to last for the best, but still one memory would be enough. Or would it?
TBC
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AN: I know I didn't update for a while, but here I give you the lemon for the story. I hope you guys enjoyed cuz I wrote this while PMSing. please tell me what you think and please review!!! ^_^
By: Haruka-chan
AN: Hello! *Yes I am embarrassed by my 'sweet' side more like retarded* Well anyway I am a new fan of Trigun, so I don't know ALL the information about it, but I'm on the quest of uncovering everything I can! AaAahah *See what I mean?* This Fic is going to different from most of the Vash returns with Knives and Meryl being bitch about it, and Wolfwood is alive *She had to do it for her cheery friend Milly* In this story everything is going to be quite the opposite. This fic is going to be confusing, boring at times, and weird so read on your own discretion. I won't explain what it's about, I'll let you find out on your own. Ok let sing the Hamtaro song lalalalala *Excuse me while I go and slap my sweet Cough(retarded)Cough self*
*....*- Means that it's character thoughts.
*~....~*- Character is thinking about what someone said in the past.
"...."- Means characters are talking.
****.....****- Means of the character.
~~~***...***~~~- Means letters and notes from characters
Rain, thunder, and known confessions...Chapter 7
Two people who look so alike....but so different...in their thought and views...yet so much alike...in there wants and needs...confusing isn't it?
Last Time...
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Jonathan walked with his niece and her friends in to the small park. "Hey Uncle Jonathan can we get ice cream?" asked a girl about 12 with brown hair and blue eyes. "yeah sure go on head" said Jonathan. Vash heard the music of the ice cream truck and looked towards Meryl who smiled and nodded. "I'll be right back" he said before jogging off after the ice cream. Meryl sat and stared at the now darkening sky. Jonathan noticed a beautiful woman sitting by herself and decided to say hello. When he neared her, his breath caught at the sight, it was Meryl, 'his' Meryl sitting there looking beautiful as he haven't seen her. "Meryl?" he asked as if to make sure. Meryl looked towards the voice and gave a small smile. "Jonathan back so soon?" she asked. He smiled and came and sat down next to her. "The girls wanted to come back to the park for 'boy hunting' as they put it" said Jonathan. Meryl laughed. Jonathan stared at her with a smile. It was a different Meryl, maybe he was dreaming this up, but the real Meryl hardly laughed. "Are you going out?" he asked looking towards the dress. "Huh? Oh no I just thought I would wear it" said Meryl. "You look beautiful" he said. "Thanks" said Meryl. Vash stood in line with four other little girls, who were whispering and looking at him. He looked up at the sky confused. This went on as he got his ice cream. "Hey mister do you mind coming with me real quick I want my uncle to see you" said one of the girl. "But I didn't do anything. Did I?" he asked. The girls giggled and shook their heads. "No, I just want you to come with me" she said. Vash nodded.
Vash walked back with the girl and saw that they were headed towards where Meryl was sitting with someone. Meryl looked towards where Vash stood and smiled. "Are you coming to work tomorrow?" He asked. "You know what I think I'll take that day off you have been telling me about" said Meryl. Jonathan looked surprised, but nodded. "Uncle Jonathan I want you to meet the cutest guy I found" called his niece. Jonathan looked towards his niece as a bigger surprise appeared on his face. "That's a cute girl friend Vash" said Meryl. Vash smiled and nodded. "Here is your ice cream" he said handing Meryl her cone. Meryl smiled. Jonathan looked towards the two, as his own his heart fell to pieces slowly, but he wasn't going to assume anything and he sure as hell wasn't going to give up the woman he loved without a fight.
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"Hi I'm Vash" said Vash waving a hand. Jonathan nodded. "Uncle Jonathan do you think we could go out?" asked his niece. Meryl laughed as Vash smirked. "I promise I will take care of her" said Vash in a sincere way as if telling Jonathan something. Meryl smiled as the girls giggled. "Um sweetheart I don't think he falls under age range" said Jonathan. "Oh come on Uncle Jonathan" She said pulling on Vash's hand. Meryl joined in. "Come on chief" She said. Jonathan let lose a painful smile. "Call your Mom and ask her" said Jonathan. The girl nodded as she let Vash go and ran of pulling out a mini silver object. Vash started on his ice cream and watched as Meryl happily licked at hers. Jonathan watched the two as they took small glances and smiled at each other. He felt jealous that he wasn't the man that Meryl smiled for, that she cried for, that she released herself for. He sat on the bench next to Meryl as he watched this beautiful Meryl become even more beautiful by the second, but she wasn't changing for him, but the man next to her. Yup Vash the stamped had everything the fame, the danger, the girl. What was there that he didn't have? Maybe it was because he was dangerous that Meryl likes him. Maybe she likes him because she likes adventures. Jonathan was confused and deep in thought when he heard giggling next to him.
"Vash your such an ass!" said Meryl laughing. Vash laughed along now with ice cream on his deep blonde hair. "Hey it was your fault you said there was something on my hair" he said. "That because there was you broom head" she said again. Vash sighed and shook his head. "Come on you have to wash that stuff off before it becomes hard and ruins your hair" said Meryl. Vash nodded. "Well, nice seeing you again Jonathan" said Meryl as she started to walk away. Jonathan sighed and looked up at the sky that was now darkening. "I lost again" he said. Meryl pushed open the door and walked in with Vash. About 6 people where looking at him strangely before they started to laugh. Vash being the sensitive boy he was started cry. "Don't cry, I know they were mean" said Meryl. Vash nodded and walked towards the bathroom. Meryl smiled standing in the middle of her living room. Her stomach tingling as if a thousand butterflies had made their nest in there. Meryl smiled as she went to the kitchen, she took out the tea kettle and started to boiled water for the tea. Vash walked out in to the empty leaving room when he heard small humming from the kitchen. He smiled this felt good, to have Meryl hum and cook, just as Milly use to do for Wolfwood. Vash made his way to the kitchen and found Meryl busy making tea setting up small cakes on the tray.
Her neatness and organization was one of the things he loved about her. He smirked and quietly wrapped his arms around her. Meryl gave a startled gasp. "Vash!" she said. He laughed as he placed a small kiss on her neck. "So that was Jonathan?" asked Vash. Meryl's hands stopped moving and she looked down at the tray filled with cakes and cookies. "Yeah" she said. Vash slowly turned her so she was facing him. "Meryl..." he started. "Vash don't worry about it. Jonathan is a big boy I have to talk to him and set things straight, his mature he could handle it" said Meryl placing a hand on his cheek. Vash nodded, but there was a little part of him that said something different, maybe he was jealous of Jonathan because he was so much like Meryl, they worked together, and they knew each other in different circumstance then that of he did. Vash shook of the feeling, there wasn't anyone who was going to take her away from him now or ever. Meryl took the tray and motioned for him to follow. "We'll sit out" she said as she opened the glass doors, and led him to a small balcony showing off some of the city. He smiled the sun was already almost gone. She sat down in one of the chairs and picked up her tea cup. He watched her small full lips take small sips and then put it down.
"I had some doughnuts left so" she said looking towards the four or five different kinds of doughnuts decorated nicely on a plate. Vash's eyes bugged out as he started to stuff them in his mouth. "Your sick" laughed Meryl. Vash smiled as he stuffed some more in to his mouth. Meryl laughed joy filling her to the brim. When Vash devoured all the doughnut he looked towards Meryl who was laughing like there was no tomorrow. "What?" asked Vash. Meryl shook her head before standing up. "Well, we have to arrange a sleeping place for you" said Meryl. "What do you mean for me?" asked Vash. "Well, where will you sleep?" she asked. Vash stood and came around picked her up, and headed towards her bedroom. "Vash what are you doing?" asked Meryl. Vash just flashed her a grin. Before entering her bedroom. "You see Meryl darling I can't stand to be more then a few feet away from any longer so I was thinking that I would sleep right here with you" he said before fall with her on the bed. Meryl on her back staring up at him. "Vash darling I don't think that would be a good idea, can't have you groping me" said Meryl with a small smile.
"Why not, and you could like me to grope you" he said and closed the gap between them. He kissed her soft mouth forcing down the desire to share with her the sweet pleasure. Kiss was heavy and drugging. She clung to him as his mouth moved on hers. Then he shifted to kiss her throat. Her dress going up to her high thigh, his hands closed over her breast. The desperate urgency in him ignited a respond deep within her. She pushed her hands beneath his shirt and sought the sleek, hard contours of his body. He muttered something unintelligible when she stroked his muscled back and arched herself into his fierce heat. She felt him slide his hand up along the inside of her thigh. "Vash" she whispered. Vash looked down at her. "Maybe we should wait" she whispered. "I can't wait anymore" he said as he placed another kiss on her neck. Meryl closed her eyes and thought it over. "But we'll stop if-" Meryl cut him off and shook her head. "I love you Vash the Stamped and the truth is I can't wait any more either" she whispered. He sucked in his breath with an audible hiss as she titled her pelvis forward and rubbed her belly against his painfully straining erection.
She raised herself on her elbows, brining her lips so close to his, they almost touched. Against his will, his hands slid down to her hips to hold her warm, sweet body close to his. "I have waited for you over 2 years," she said, staring deep into his eyes. "I don't want to wait any longer," she said. He sighed, his hands roaming feverishly up and down her back, her hips, her sides. He was so desperate to touch her, to feel her, to hold her, to make love to her. "Ah, God Meryl. I'm trying to be honorable" Vash said. She bit his earlobe. "Don't turn a gentleman on me now, Vash. Not when I want you to be a degenerate outlaw" said Meryl. "I don't want to hurt or rush you" he said. "Vash I'm not made out of porcelain" she nibbled at his neck, her hands spreading fire as she rubbed her pals over his shoulders, his chest. "To me you are" he said. "I'm a flesh-and-blood woman, and I've spent the last two years waiting for. Aching for you" she said. With a laughing groan, he snagged his hands in her hair, bringing her head back. Her lips were parted with desire, her eyes dark with love. For him. It was still a wonder to him, that she loved him, that she wanted him. Wanted him with wildness that surprised and delighted him, and loved him with an intensity that awed and humbled him. [AN: See Vash has deep feelings!]
"Meryl" he whispered. "I've missed you so much" he covered her mouth with his in a kiss that was meant to be gentle but soon blazed up into something hot, frantic. They clutched at each other, their lips and tongues twining as if they could make themselves one flesh. he lips were soft and sweet, her mouth hot. He thrust his tongue past her teeth, loving the feel of her, the taste of her, the little breathy, erotic noises she made deep in her throat as she strained against him. Reaching down, he cupped her buttocks to lift her hard up against him, and she squirmed, rubbing herself against him, and he grabbed fistfuls of her dress and shoved it up around her waist and pulled down her black lace panties so that he could spread his hands over the naked flesh of her bottom. "Vash," she said with a gasp, her warm breath flowing over his mouth. She lifted one short slim white leg up to curl it around his hips, and he let his hands drift over the bare skin of her thigh, seeking the tender folds at the secret entrance to her body. He touched her, there, and she gasped again and flung her head back, arching against the support of the arms he held braced about her waist. "Oh, if you only knew how I've ached for your touch," she whispered.
Her skin was so soft there. So soft and hot and sensitive. He moved his fingers, exploring, stroking as he bent his head to lay open mouth against the creamy column of her throat. "Tell me, " he said, moving his mouth lower, to where the low cut of her dress opened to reveal the upper curves of her full breast. "tell me what you want," he said. She bracketed his face with her hands. "You. I want you" she said. He raised his head and looked down at her. Her lips were parted, and swollen from his kisses, her eyes wide and dewy with passion, her hair a fountain of night fall. "Ah, Meryl. I love you so much. I've missed you so much. I've wanted so much" he said. He let her legs slide to the bed. She laughed with joy. "Say it again Vash" she said. "I love you" he said. He laughed more, and tears started to fall. She laughed wrapping her arms around his neck. He braced himself above her on one outstretched arm, and for a long moment, they lay still, simply gazing into each other's eyes. Then she grasped his shirt and yanked it free from his waistband. "I want you naked," she said, in a rough, smoky voice that seemed to flow into his blood like fever.
Standing up, he stripped off his shirt, and sent his boots flying, never taking his gaze from where she lay sprawled across the bed before him, watching him, the hem of her dress hiked up wantonly about her hips to reveal her short slim white legs and the faintest hint of a dark triangle. He shoved down his pants and peeled them off, then straightened to stand tall and naked before her. He saw her eyes widen and grinned as he stretched out his hand to tug at her rucked up dress. "You next" he said. Wordlessly, she reached down, her arms crossed, to gather the lace linen in her hand and draw it up slowly, wriggling her hips to free the dress from her weight and expose a flat belly, then her full breast which were slight covered by the lace bra, the rosy-tipps puckered now with arousal. He reached behind her and pulled on the claps of her bra. Another tug, and she lay before him naked and inviting.
"Your beautiful," he said on an awed expulsion of breath as he lowered himself beside her. He let one hand rove over the pale mounds of her breast, then leaned forward, using his tongue to draw a slow circle around a dark nipple before sucking it into his mouth. Her head tipped back and her eyes squeezed shut. Her lips parting in a soft cry of pleasure. He made love to her breast, first one, then the other. he explored her body with his nibbling at her throat, her chin, kissing her eyelids, her breast again, then lower, across her belly and down. He felt her fingers tangle in his hair, her hips bucking up as he moved between her thighs. "I love you," he said, letting his hot breath wash over her wet flesh. "I love you, I love you," he said again and again. She writhed beneath the touch of his tongue and fingers, made small keening sounds of yearning that aroused him almost beyond bearing. Then he felt the tremors start, deep within her. Felt her hands clutch at his shoulders, trying to draw him up to her. "Now," she said, her head lifting off the pillow, her gaze meeting his. "please" she said.
He eased himself up the length of her slim body, trying to be careful, but she rose up to meet him eagerly, her mouth seeking his, clinging to him as if she were starving for him. A powerful animal desire roared through his blood: a primitive, wholly masculine urge to posses her, to join his body to hers and make her his. "Yes," he said, the word a harsh gaps as he felt her open her thighs beneath him, her hand reaching down to guide him. He clenched his buttocks and thrust his hips forward, pressed his hot, hard flesh against her yielding entrance pressed, pressed, until he finally eased himself fully inside her. He groaned and lay still for a moment, feeling his body stretching her, filling her. She was so hot and wet and tight around him, and he loved her so much. He drew himself parkway out of her slowly, the thrust in again, and she arched her back and sighed. "You won't believe how much I wanted you" her breath was warm against his neck, her hands spread against his naked chest. He meant to be gentle, to keep the rhythm easy, but his desire for her roared through him, sucking him out of control. "I'm sorry," he said, bracing himself on his outstretched arms so he could watch her face as he spread in to her, again and again, harder, and harder. "It's been so long, and I've wanted you so much" he said.
She stared up at him, her eyes widen and glazed with passion, her skin damp and flushed, her hands clutching his sweat-slicked upper arms as her wrapped her legs around his hips and drew him in, deeper and deeper, faster and faster. He bent his head, his mouth capturing hers for a long, hot, sucking kiss. Then he felt her nails dig into his shoulders and she flung her head back, her teeth sinking down on her lower lip to keep herself from screaming. He felt the tremors start deep within her again, so powerful and clenching that it pulled him over the brink onto a climax so shattering, he thought for one endless, rapturous moment that he had died and found Eden, and that it was an everlasting ecstasy.
She looked up at him. "You better not leave broom head" she whispered. He looked down at her breathing hard as she was, and smiled. "Never" he said. He made love to her all night long. Sometimes the pace was slow and erotic, at other times fast and passionate. Towards dawn, she fell asleep in his arms. But he still lay awake, prolonging the pleasure of holding her, of watching her face while she slept, of letting his heart fill to the aching point with his love for her. Maybe somewhere deep with in them they both knew with the lives they led this wasn't going to last for the best, but still one memory would be enough. Or would it?
TBC
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AN: I know I didn't update for a while, but here I give you the lemon for the story. I hope you guys enjoyed cuz I wrote this while PMSing. please tell me what you think and please review!!! ^_^