The Way Things Were Supposed to Be

by DecoyNeko

Hot kisses. She grabbed the back of his head and urged him to continue his exploration of her neck. He pushed her closer to the door of his room, opening it quickly with his free hand and shutting after the couple stumbled in, both falling onto the bed.

The intensity of the kisses increased and he slid himself between her thighs to lay down on top of her. Licking down her collarbone, he unbuttoned her blouse. The light of the moons shined through the window, illuminating her pale white skin to his gaze.

The moment got to him and he soon stripped the both of them, leaving the couple blushing from both body heat and slight embarrassment. He ignored his sudden urge to simply hide and slid himself back between her thighs, pushing inside of her.

"Wolfwood..."

~

Knives bolted into an upright sitting position. Panting heavily, he wiped his brow.

He was no fool. He knew very well how much the priest and Millie had meant to each other, but these dreams... They were almost too much for him to handle. Three nights in a row he had had the same dream, each time Millie whispering Wolfwood's name instead of his. It made his blood boil to simply think of it, let alone witness it in his dreams.

The priest wasn't worthy of Millie's love. He was dirty- tainted with blood and perversion, and yet- Millie had still fallen for that worthless waste of time. Much to his surprise, he found that he wasn't really mad at Millie, but more so at the priest. Obviously, he had done something to Millie to make her entertain any sort of interest in him.

He teetered back and forth, sleep still dulling his reactions slightly, as he stood up and walked to the door. He was going to tell her now. He couldn't wait any longer. He didn't want to be covered with the memory of Wolfwood in Millie's mind.

He was in control, wasn't he? Then why were his legs shaking slightly? He walked confidently to Millie's door and rapped on the wood... No answer. He cracked the door open and looked in to see Millie sprawled out over the top of the covers.

He walked in and closed the door behind him. The room was so dark, he could barely see as he made his way over the bed. Reaching out, he placed his hand on her shoulder, rousing her from her sleep.

"Millie?" his voice croaked and he cursed lightly under his breath. Clearing his throat, he continued, "Millie, I need to talk to you..."

"Knives? What's wrong?" she sat up halfway and took his hand in hers. Yawning, she gazed back up at him with a questioning look in her eyes. "What did you need to talk to me about?"

"Millie, I- I..."

"Yes?"

Knives found himself at a loss for words and simply leaned down, pressing a short, but passionate kiss to Millie's lips. When they parted Millie sat dumbstruck by Knives' actions. "...I...I love you..."

She sank into his arms as warm tears began to spill out of her eyes. "Oh, Knives... I love you, too..."

He smiled gently, and fell forward as Millie pulled him onto the bed. "Mill-umph!" he was cut off as she pulled him into a deep kiss.

~*~

"...A little over...No, the other way... Mphmmm..." Vash groaned in absolute ecstasy. "Oh yea...A little harder... Ow! Ow! Too hard, too hard!!"

"God, you are such a wimp!" Meryl giggled at Vash, massaging his back a little softer. She positioned herself into a better-seated position on his upper thighs. "Better?"

"Much..." Vash smiled.

"Your muscles are so tense, Honey..." she mumbled, working out the strained mounds of flesh.

"I know, I know..."

"When was the last time you had a back massage?"

"Well, never really..." he answered, "I've never had anyone to do it for me until you..."

She smiled and laid her upper body to Vash's back snuggling close to him. "I'm going to have to plan out a day when I can give you a full massage..."

"Really?" his hopeful voice made her laugh again.

"Yea, you deserve it. You've been a great help with the baby, you know. It's hard to believe she looks so much older now," Meryl replied, thinking of her two-week old child which appeared to be about a month and a half.

"We knew that it would grow like a normal human though."

"True... I'm kind of glad that it grows faster... Thinking of years to raise a child seem overwhelming."

"Yea, you're right," Vash replied, patting Meryl's side which told her to roll off, which she did. He turned over on his side, facing her.

"Regardless of the risk factors, I'm happy that we had a baby together," she smiled and leaned over to him for a quick kiss. "And, Vash?"

"Uh huh?"

"I started the pill this morning..." she knew that Vash knew very well what that meant as he let out a gleeful squeal.

"Ah, I'm so happy!" Vash cried rolling over onto Meryl.

"Vash, be quiet before you wake the-"

"You don't know how antsy I was for the last few weeks! I could barely-" a shrill crying noise cut Vash off in mid-sentence. "Damn!"

Meryl couldn't help but laugh as she saw Vash jump up and hurry over to the bassinet at a frenzied speed. "I tried to warn you, you know..."

"Yea, yea..."

~*~

Everything happens so fast, you know? It's already been a month since Marie was born and now she looks to be about three months. It's not only about the baby though... It's about Millie and Knives.

A few nights ago, when Vash and I went out for a little well-deserved night on the town, we left Millie to baby-sit Marie. We went to a nice restaurant the next town over and went dancing. It was pretty nice. I'm getting off subject here...

Well, anyway, we left the baby with Millie and left. When we came back the baby was fine and asleep, well taken care of as only Millie could do. Then we heard noises... You know, THOSE types of noises. It took a minute for us to distinguish what the noise was, and after we did, I'm speaking for both Vash and I when I say that we really wish that we hadn't heard them.

It's not because we find the thought of the couple repulsive; we just don't want to hear it. They were being pretty loud, it made Vash blush so bad that it sent me into fits of laughter.

The only thing I have to say is that I'm glad that Millie is happy. She did seem a little out of it a few weeks ago. I think that she was getting that last bit of mourning for Mr. Wolfwood over with before she could move on.

I sometimes wonder if Wolfwood is watching over Millie, and is happy with the choices that she has made since he left us. I'm sure that the only thing that would matter to him is her happiness, and she obviously is very happy.