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Jaina: This is what happens when you mix together two bored friends and a request for smut. Kiri: No no, this is what happens when Jaina wants smut and Kiri acquiesces. :p *** It was cold. Her lips were exhaling steam. She was shivering; naked, cold, yet warm, warmer than she'd ever been. His eyes were upon her, a steady unblinking green. Her first instinctwas cover herself, to run from the intimacy of the moment, but she didn't. Exposed as she felt, she resisted the urge to flee. It was frightening, allowing him to be in a position to hurt her more than anyone else ever had...but there was a freedom in it, too, and she had a feeling that the benefits would greatly outweigh the risk. So she stayed. Slowly, his lips spread apart in a smile, his eyes clear and beautiful in the light. What did he see? Why was he smiling? She was just a scrawny, underdeveloped girl. The two moons visible out the window spread light over his face, making it glisten. She felt awkward. He wasn't moving; he wasn't doing anything. He was just... watching. Watching her. She tried to discern from his expression what he was thinking, though that had never been an easy task. What was he expecting her to do? She hadn't had to think at all until now. The party had wound to a close and he, out of some notion of gentlemanly propriety, had escorted her back to her room, his arm around her to shield her from the cold night air. Both of them were slightly tipsy from the champagne...and from something more. He'd kissed her at her door. Somehow they both knew it was going to happen and there was no nervousness or hesitation. A meeting of warm lips had driven up a greater passion and they found themselves inside the room. His mouth and hands were everywhere, encouraged by her ardent response. Then, with a quick unzipping and the flick of a clasp, her dress and bra fell soundlessly to the floor. Almost immediately, the crisp air turned her skin to gooseflesh. And then he'd simply stepped back and looked at her. Tentatively, she reached out a hand to him, cold, needing reassurance about something, anything, about the fact that either of them existed or if they didn't. She wanted him to react to her. She was frightened and cold and shy, and he was being so passive. Or was that a smile playing at his mouth? "Vash-san," she started to say, but he interrupted. "I shouldn't be here," he said, and her heart dropped. She opened her mouth to say she understood, it was okay, despite the awkwardness of her position, but before she could he stepped closer and touched her cheek. "But I can't help it," he whispered. "You're...I need you. To be with me. I don't want to let you go." Her face flickered a minute, watching him, wanting him. "Please... don't go. Not... if.." "Not if?" he queried gently. Her lip was trembling. It was cold, but that's not why she was shaking anymore. "Please..." "Do you want me to stay with you?" he asked seriously, needlessly. She almost laughed. Here she was, standing naked before him, practically trembling with desire and a feeling she dare not yet voice, and he asked if she wanted him to stay. God, she'd die if he left. "Twenty-four hour surveillance," was the only thing that came to her mind at that moment. Well, this probably wasn't what the chief had meant, but it would have to do. "I'm cold." He smiled and something in it nearly broke her heart. "I think we can take care of that," he said, and bent his head towards hers once more. It was instant fire the moment their lips met. How had she ever lived before this? Had she ever lived before this? Was her life starting just now, just this moment that he had touched her? It felt like it. Warm, strong arms pulled her close and she was awash with heat, her lips still burning against his, seeking desperately, and finding and finding, always finding. There was only him and the moonlight, and then, not even the moonlight. She waited for the instant when she would wake up in her bed, alone in the dark. A moment passed, then two. She could still feel his warmth on her and around her; she could still taste him. This was real. Thrilled by this stupid, amazing realization, she pushed her hands into the nearly-nonexistent space between their bodies and fumbled to undo the buttons on his crisp dress shirt. He laughed against her, but she didn't dare let go, for fear that he would come to his senses and disappear. One button. Two. Three. Why did he wear so many goddamn buttons? His strawberry daiquiri was still on his tongue, which had not so shyly made its way into her mouth. A strawberry daiquiri... silly... silly... She gasped suddenly as she felt his hands a little lower than expected. "Is that okay?" he mumbled, but she said nothing, only leaned further into his embrace before her knees gave way completely. He took this as his cue and continued his caress, stroking her gently in a way that both relaxed her and made her feel like she was going to explode if she didn't have more of him. Something occurred to her then. "Shut the door," she mumbled to him through his lips, but it came out more like. "Shm mm dmmm." He pulled away a minute, and both of them gasped in a breath. "What?" he asked, looking puzzled. His lips seemed a bit swollen. She cracked a weak smile. "Shut the door. Please." "Oh." He looked as if were going to laugh at their oversight or cringe from his foolishness, but instead he bent quickly and scooped her up in his arms. "H-hey!" she started to protest, but fell silent at the look on his face. He hurried to the door and shoved it closed with one elbow--thankfully, no one had yet discovered the free peep show-- and strode purposefully to the bed, his eyes never breaking contact with hers. She felt a more intense shiver ripple down her back. This kind of contact was erotic in a completely different way. For barely an instant she felt uneasy as to whether she wanted this or not, but that was shoved aside as he set her down on her back, and covered her mouth with his own yet again. His shirt he casually threw off, the buttons hardly a complication. Warm flesh pressed against hers and she shivered, not from the cold. She slide her arms around him, tracing scars and injuries of his past, loving him and every scar. Beautiful. No. Perfect. His body on hers was wonderful protection from the chill in the air that the walls couldn't quite shut out, but that shelter was partially removed as traced his lips down her neck towards her breasts. Pausing there, he placed a kiss on top of each before replacing lips with hands, rubbing in a gentle massage. She arched her back slightly, shutting her eyes, praying to God he had not noticed that she'd only had one drink. He had, she was sure, had many more than that. A pang of conscience struck her, but she forced it away. It would be her one night to remember, forever. But no. She couldn't be this unfair to him. "Vash-san..." "Hmm?" He nuzzled her right nipple with his nose, then slipped his lips over it. The feel of his hot, wet mouth on her like that was nearly enough to make her lie back and enjoy, but her deeply-ingrained sense of fairness refused to allow her. With the very little strength left to her, she put her hands on his shoulder and pushed him away slightly. "Vash-san, if you...did you...how much did you drink at the party?" she asked, hoping she wasn't about to make a bigger fool out of herself than she already felt merely by asking the question. "Maybe we should stop..." He looked at her, blinking, confused, and then a flash of hurt washed over his face. "I thought..." "I don't... I don't want you getting hurt," she said quietly, though there was a certain firmness about her tone. He stared at her a moment more, a slight grin spreading across her face. "Is that it?" "What do you mean, is that it?!" Familiar irritation rose up in her, and she raised a fist with which to thwap him. "I only asked because I care," she shot at him. "I don't want you waking up tomorrow and regretting this... regretting us..." He caught her hand and kissed it soundly. "I'm not drunk," he said. "I had water, too, and maybe even less champagne than you. I don't know why, but--I'm so glad." He leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips. "And the only thing I have to regret is not doing this before." A flush seized her cheeks. "You... I mean... water?" He looked at her befuddled expression and laughed gently. "Well, someone has to stay in control, you know." She started to sputter a response, but he kissed her firmly, cutting off whatever she could have said. That was all right. She could live with this interruption. Assured of both their sobriety, she felt free to let her hands wander where they would. Their mouths occupied in a game of who-can-go-the-longest-without-stopping-for-air, she ran her hands down his sides, loving the feel of his solid form beneath her fingertips. Shortly thereafter she won the `game' when she tickled his ribs and he gasped in surprise. She just grinned in triumph. "Cheater," he grumbled. He shifted his attention to the soft spot slightly below her ear. She was certain that he was attempting to leave a mark in retaliation for her trick. As he shifted his weight so he lay more squarely upon her, she became aware of a major difficulty--he was still clothed from the waist down. "Pants," she murmured into his throat, which she was busy doing all sort of things to. Funny how his face and neck had never scarred. "Mm," he responded, nipping her lightly, playfully. A quick lick of his tongue against her ear and she squeaked in surprise. "Pants," she repeatedly, a little more firmly. He continued to ignore her, and tweaked a nipple instead. She jumped, though she couldn't move far, and narrowed her eyes. He missed her warning expression due to being preoccupied with nibbling on her collarbone. So that was how he wanted it. Well, turnabout was fair play. She abruptly reached down and squeezed him through the material; just hard enough to let him know that pleasure could become pain with a twist of the wrist. He jumped back in surprise and looked at her with wide, shocked eyes. "Pants," she said with finality. He started laughing. She glared. He held up his hands in a sign of compliance, still chuckling lowly. "If you want them off, you have to do it." There was slightly more than a little purring quality to his voice. She was never one to back down from a challenge. "All right, then," she said smoothly. Summoning all her strength, she shoved upwards and flipped him over, quickly pouncing on top of him. She was gratified with a repeat of the previously stunned look on his face. "But remember, you asked for it," she murmured, before kissing his nose once. She slid her tongue along a scar along his chest, praying that it was as sensitive as it looked. It was; he shivered lightly. She paused a moment and looked him in the eye. "Are you ready?" He suddenly looked very nervous. "Umm..." She paused, staring at him. Of all the tom-foolery...but there was something in his look that brought the most absurd presumption to mind. "Vash... are you... a virgin?" She wanted to press a fist to her mouth to keep from giggling. "Maybe," he said defensively. "Not many people want to get close to the Humanoid Typhoon, you know? And it would just seem so empty otherwise... anyways, what's wrong with that?!" he demanded. "Nothing," she practically chortled, but reigned it in. "I'm just... impressed. Over a hundred years without any..." The more she spoke, the redder he got. "You've definitely waited long enough," she decided. Oh, was he sulking now? "Maybe not long enough," he pouted. She smirked. Blatantly. And put her hand Down There. And moved it slightly. And he gasped. "Oh, is that too much?" she pretended innocence. "I can always stop." "N-no," he choked. "Good. More." He was so cute when he was monosyllabic. And this when he still had his pants as a barrier. Well, that was easily rectified. "So you'll take them off now?" she asked primly. Nearly shivering, he nodded, squirming slightly. "But..." "But?" A tiny, shy smile. "Help?" "All you had to do was ask." Not that she was going to make it that easy for him. Straddled above him, she put her lips to his neck and began to work her way down. When she reached his stomach, she paused for a moment before placing a kiss squarely on his belly button. After a moment, she opened her lips and swirled her tongue in and around the spot. She was rewarded by a faint whimpering. Smirking again, she stroked another scar, her hands a little chilly from the night air, along his side. He shivered slightly, and she purred low in her throat. A moment more and she was at the waistband. "What do you say?" she asked pleasantly. "P... please..." he stuttered, somewhat overwhelmed. She hooked a few fingers under the band and tugged it slightly downward. "Hmmm, I don't know," she said. "You don't seem very interested..." Vash made a noise of frustration in his throat. "Then you're definitely not looking in the right place." She laughed lowly. "I'll try harder then. Harder is good right?" Oh, the death glare. This was fun. She leaned down, over the bulge in his pants, and breathed a stream of hot air onto it, just to see if that would get her any reaction. He twitched slightly. "You know, that would probably be a lot more effective if the material wasn't in the way," he pointed out in a strained voice. She shrugged. "Hey, I've always enjoyed experimenting," she chuckled. He just groaned again, and she decided that he'd waited long enough, if not with patience. She hooked a finger in the waistband and pulled gently, trying to urge the pants off him. "Might work better if you undid the zipper," he said dryly. She grinned. "Maybe. You think?" "You are evil," he pouted. "So are you," she replied, smirking, fingers tracing the zipper before she did anything. "I could show you how much if you'd give me a chance..." he trailed off suggestively. She appeared to be thinking it over. "All right," she said lightly, and unzipped his pants. She pulled them down further--and stopped short at the sight of what lay beneath. "Duckies," she said, keeping a straight face--but barely. "You have yellow duckies on your boxers?" "They were clean!" he defended pitifully. "You have duckies on your boxers." And then she started laughing. "All right, that's it," he announced. To Meryl's surprise, he pulled himself out from under her and stood up. His legs were wobbling unsteadily, she was pleased to notice. Without further ado, he kicked his pants off his feet, yanked off his boxers in one swift move, and threw them across the room, where the landed on a lampshade. "Well?" She giggled, blushing. Though she had seen him shirtless, she had never seen him naked. Well, he was mostly naked. He still had socks on. "Well, what?" she asked, eyeing him not-so-timidly. "Well, what do you think?" he asked irritably. He was... shy? She cocked her head to the side. "Well, I've seen better." He blushed furiously. "Look, if you don't-" "I do," she said, smiling gently. "You're a silly boy, you know that?" He gave her an amused half-smile. "Not too silly, I hope." "Come here and find out," she reached out a hand. He started toward her, his face a bright shade of crimson. She eyed him a moment as he took her hand. "You know," she remarked, "your face matches your coat." That did nothing to decrease his blush. "You don't have to be so nervous," she said gently. "I'm not going anywhere. We can take it slow." She smiled up at him. "All right?" He nodded quickly, not meeting her eyes. "You know... I mean... I don't want you to think I'm just doing this... because... well..." "Because you've gone without for 130 years?" she asked dryly. "Well, yes. You do know why... right?" "Yeah." She took his hand and pulled him down until he was lying full-length beside her. "I love you, too," she said tenderly. He smiled, a true honest smile, meeting her eyes, albeit somewhat shyly. "You do...? I mean... I thought you did but... you do? You won't leave...?" He was a child. A very old, beautiful, scarred child. "I won't leave." "Okay," he whispered, and kissed her. There was something desperately needy about his kiss. He was afraid; afraid of losing her, afraid of losing everyone. And he would. She would not live forever like him. She would grow old, and die, and he would find a new-- Best to relinquish those thoughts to the darkness of never, she thought, but was distracted as he shifted on top of her. The night air did not seem so biting as it had in the beginning. Everything about him--his weight on hers, his roving hands, his lips pressed against hers--was more intense now, and found herself responding to him with equal passion. She ran her nails lightly down his back and further, to places she couldn't touch before. Though he wasn't pressing for more just yet, she shifted her legs to either side of his hips and he settled between them. His breath was hot, intense in her ear. She decided now would not be the time to tell him that she wasn't exactly experienced, either. Kissing his cheek lightly, gently, she spoke. "When you want to... it's all right." "All right," he breathed, and she moved her hips and helped guide him to the correct place. She could feel him, the tip of his penis just touching her. "Ready?" She pulled his face down to hers for one more kiss. "Open your eyes," she whispered. He did, and the undisguised depth of emotion she saw there broke down all her defenses. She loved this man. How could she not? How could- Then Vash moved. It startled her at first, which was to be expected, a little gasp tore out of her throat, catching her by surprise. Immediately he froze, looking down worriedly at her. "Did I hurt you?" She smiled at him, blinking, then laughed, unsure of herself. "No, I'm okay." She leaned up, not breaking contact, and kissed him firmly on the mouth. Taking that as a sign of affirmation, he started moving again. His first stroke had only taken him partially inside her--no surprise, as hesitant as he was. He pulled out slightly before pressing himself in again, further this time. She felt herself stretching as his heat filled her, causing an unfamiliar ache in her muscles--but in a good way. A very good way. He started getting comfortable in his rhythm after a few strokes, and took the liberty of nibbling on her breast as well. She ran her fingers through his hair, busy feeling, flooded by warmth and sensation. She brought her hips up to match his as he slid into her and contracted her inner muscles to hold him inside as long as possible when he moved out. His body was growing slicker with sweat, his breath coming in shorter puffs of air. "Are you--okay?" He just moaned, which she took to be a good sign. Something inside her was growing with discomfort - not a bad discomfort, but it was there nonetheless - a sort of tensing. She knew what this was. Pretty decent for his first time, she mused before she was swept along by his beat. God, but he was beautiful. His face looked so serious, so content, so... him. A small cry escaped her lips, and she shut her eyes, arching into him, needing more contact, continuous contact. "Faster," she managed to whisper through the thickness of her own throat. "Go...faster." His eyes now closed in concentration, he just nodded and began moving faster, deeper, in and out-- she gasped and wrapped her legs around his pumping hips as tight as she could, moved her hands down his back to encourage him to go harder... she was on the edge of something amazing and free, if she could feel him just a little more she might make it-- He moaned her name softly- -and there it was. She clutched his shoulders, arching herself into him, holding her breath as the waves of release washed over her. It was him, only him that she could feel, his breath, his body, his everything. "Vash," she moaned softly. "Vash, Vash--" He had yet to reach his peak, and all she could do was hold him to her tightly and try and move with him as he made a few more deep strokes--and then he went utterly still, his eyes squeezed shut and his mouth open in a silent cry, and she felt him reach his high as he surged with her as deeply as he could. Then, like a puppet with the strings cut, all of the tension was gone and he collapsed in her arms, panting softly as they came down together. She brushed a stray flop of hair out of his eyes as he lay, head on her chest, looking younger than she had ever seen him, then pressed a light kiss to his forehead. They were both silent. As their heart rates slowed to a normal rate, he tilted his face upwards and she leaned down and their lips met in a gentle kiss. "Hi," she murmured. "Hi," he replied gently, laughing, and kissed her again. "Love you." At any other moment, she would be deeply moved by Vash's first outright statement of his feelings, but she was emotionally and physically drained. Foremost amongst the happy content feelings being in Vash's arms gave her was sleepiness. She yawned. "You're staying, right?" she murmured into his shoulder. She didn't want to talk; she just wanted to hold him. He was as tangible as a dream at night, but those same dreams disappeared in the day. "Please stay." "Of course I will." He snuggled closer to her and she relaxed as he stroked her hair. "Of course I'm staying. I don't plan to leave your side... for a very long time." She allowed herself to close her eyes, not letting go of him in any case. She smiled, feeling the comfort of sleep tighten its arms about her even as he did the same. As she drifted into blissful unconsciousness, she didn't see him shift his head slightly so he could see her face; didn't see that he never did close his eyes and go to sleep; didn't see that even with all the time stretching before him, he couldn't bear to end this one night. That night, there was no desire for dreams. ------------------------------------------------------------ Rejected titles for this fic: "How To Undermine the Morals of the Young People in Other Countries" *authors wave to Jingu* "Hot XXX Plant Madness" "Sexual Madness" "Vash and Meryl Hump Like Bunnies" "Bamp Chicka Bamp Bamp" "No Drinks, Just Sex." "Hot Steamy Action XXX Live Girls Live Girls" "Kiri and Jaina Fill an Otherwise Normal Night With Smut and Orgasms" "Sex. Good sex. Straight sex." "Snootchie Bootchies" "It's Three-Thirty AM, Why Are We Still Writing?" "Jaina, I'm Passing Out at the Keyboard, Can't We Let Meryl Get Off Tomorrow?" "Damn, Now I'm Horny" "M/V fux0r" "Dude, We Have Just Improved the Quality of Trigun's Straight Sex Fics by Four Thousand, Nine Hundred Twenty Four Percent!" Kiri: kiri@fushigiyuugi.org Jaina: lhanson@bgnet.bgsu.edu | |