One Day Soon

Disclaimer: I do not own Trigun and this fic has been nagging my brain
for sometime now so please be nice





Disclaimer:
I do not own Trigun….

A/n: Well…
I hope this came even remotely well Later!

 

Meryl had come in and set the half empty pots
of food on the stove. She had spent more than half of the evening at Jacob’s
house reminiscing about their past. They laughed about the humiliating things,
talked about old friends they had come across and so on and so forth.
Eventually it came to the explanation of Meryl and how she and Millie got stuck
following Vash the Stampede around and how she is now living with Vash the
Stampede and how harmless the guy really is. Jacob sighed and figured that the
inhabitants of the small dusty town knew about Vash. The evening then went on
about multiple other things but then Meryl glanced at the clock and figured
Vash would probably be awake sitting in the dark like parents would their
teenager. Jacob laughed at thouthought and questioned the girl on her feelings
about the gunman. Meryl just left a mysterious answer and left.

Now she was home and she had been wrong.
Vash was nowhere in sight. She sighed feeling a bit guilty leaving Vash with
the way she had. She had given him the idea that she could be interested in
Knives and hanging around Jacob didn’t fix the jealous streak that surfaced in
the gunman. Maybe she could make it up to him in the morning.

“Yes, in
the morning…” She concluded yawning a bit wal walked into her room. She opened
the door and paused in complete shock. The room had smelled of apple-cinnamon,
apparently from the many candles that adorned her dresser at the moment giving
the room a seductive glow. On the table next to the door had a fresh bouquet of
flowers in the Vase that kept false flowers in, and on her bed fresh rose
petals had been sprinkled on it and at the foot had been a white lace babydoll
(Or Very see-through lace lingerie thingy). “Oh my…” She gasped in complete and
utter shock. Then her eyes trailed to the tall blonde who was leaning against
her window with tears running down his face.

“Do you
like it?” He asked softly. If she hadn’t known him she would’ve taken that
comment to heart; if it had been anyone but Vash she would’ve been angry by now
because it would have seemed that after waiting for this person to come around
she stomped all over their heart. But Vash was really wondering if she liked it
truly, despite her failure to show up for his display of romance he would take
SOME comfort knowing she enjoyed the attempt.

“I love
it…” She said softly before grasping her lower lip between her teeth. ‘He
must’ve spent A LOT of money for the flowers… they’re all fresh and… Oh god I’m
so stupid...’ She thought softly before hugging Vash from behind. “It’s all
lovely…” She whispered bringing her hands up to wipe away the tears that had
been running down his face.

“So how is
Jacob?” He asked softly and she flinched a little at the question. It had been
an innocent question, but then she realized why the gunman had been crying… he
thought she was falling for Jacob or some other guy. Did Vash really think so
little of himself or her feelings for him?

“Fine…”
She stepped away from him and walked to the bed to grab the babydoll he set out
for her. “We talked a lot today…” She made her way to the bathroom shocked by
how see through the material had been… “Oh dear…” She whispered. This was more
than some romantic gesture she finally realized.

“Oh…” She
heard his foot tap against the wooden floor next to the window as she changed
her clothes with a smile so big she could’ve swore her face was going to crack.
“Then I guess I’ll let you sleep then…” He said as his footsteps moved away
from the window and she let her skirt fall to the floor before pulling the lace
dress over her head. She glanced at herself in the mirror and grinned a little
after finding that the white thigh highs fit the sexy outfit perfectly. She
opened the bathroom door and leaned against the frame of the doorway and she
spotted Vash getting ready to extinguish a second candle.

“Who says
I need sleep, Mr. Big-scary-gunman?” She questioned as he drew his slightly
disappointed eyes from the flames before him to glance at Meryl. His jaw
dropped a little as he looked at her.

“But I
figured since you…”

“Vash...
Do you exactly remember what I told you that night sometime ago?” She
approached him slowly. She could see his emotions swirl into a cloud of
confusion as he watched her approach him in the outfit he had hoped to see her
clad in when he had bought it sometime ago… but didn’t she want Jacob or some
other guy who could give into her desires without any hesitation or anything.

It was his doubt that made him back up…
right into the bed. He sat down immediately considering his knees buckled when
they hit and he fell onto it. She didn’t stop her onslaught and crawled on top
of his body pressing her soft body against his. She rested her head against his
chest before she spoke.

“That
night a woman was talking to a man, one who she had been ignoring completely
and he made a comment on a certain bitchy short female who eventually lightened
up. She mentioned that her bitchy side gets more done. Things like not losing
her nerve when she wants to tell a blonde outlaw, worth sixty billion double
dollars, that she loved him.” She whispered looking into the depths of his aqua
green eyes. “That same night shortly after both the man and woman were going to
do the age old dance of true love, but he had stopped in fear that something
would go wrong completely with his brother and she would be snatched from him.
He had promised her one day soon he would love how how she wanted and she
accepted that. If she were to run off with another she wouldn’t have been so
patient with him…”

“Thank
you…” She could hear his voice find relief as he stroked her bottom shyly.
“…For dealing with a tall oaf as myself.” The comment made Meryl lift her head
and she leaned her head towards him.

“I’ve
dealt with you for four plus years, Vash… a little while longer should be
cake.” She whispered tilting her head in to kiss him. Vash immediately
responded with a slight groan when she pushed her hips into his. She felt his
chest raise when he inhaled deeply and he pushed her away slightly. “Vash…?”
She looked into his eyes now and a darker hue took place of the bright ones she
was used to.

“Stand
up…” He whispered.

“Huh?”

“Stand
up.” He repeated. “I want to get a better look at you.”

“Okay.”
She responded softly sliding her body off of him and he sat up. The soft patter
of her feet touched the floor and she spun in a circle for him. When she faced
him again she could tell he was thinking of the things he could poss do. do. A
small smile came to her face as he obviously seemed to try and see her body
without the sheer lace. “Oh please, Mr. Vash the Stampede, can’t I go now…” He
voice feigned innocence while her smirk seemed to prove she was in the mood to
play. Vash immediately noted the smirk and shook his head.

“No, I’m
not done with you yet.” He stood and grabbed her pulling her close. She
“whimpered” in shock and protest.

“Please
sir…” She whimpered out just before he brushed his own lips against hers
briefly.

“Please
sir what?” His voice no longer held the innocent like tone to it; it had taken
on a husky smelting kind of tone.

“Please
sir, don’t…” She was ready to “protest” once more and he kissed her once again
as his hand left her hips and grasped to cup her bottom and pull her closer to
him proving he was well on his way to being ready.

“Donwhatwhat?” Her voice was lost for the moment. “Don’t do this?” He lowered his head
to kiss her throat before parting his lips momentarily to suck in the flesh.
Her gasp of surprise made him want to smirk, but instead he lifted her body in
the air as her legs wrapped around his waist. “What happened to your
resistance?” He asked leaving his false arm to support her bottom as his other
hand began to pinch her right nipple. He looked up at her face which had a
slight tinge of a blush to it but she kept her lower lip between her teeth.

“But Mr.
Stampede…” She stopped her thinking when he sat on the bed placing her right on
top of the bulge that had been steadily growing in his pants. “You are a
legendary gunman… an outlaw if I may. And I…”

“Am my
play toy for the evening...” He continued to tease her breasts watching her
face flush with desire as she attempted to hold back her moans. “Are you afraid
to admit you‘ll enjoy your time with a “Heartless killer?” He asked softly
before his fingers lowered to her lower regions. He groaned a little feeling a
small wet spot on her white panties.

“Oh!” She
jumped when he applied slight pressure to her. But then he stopped putting
their game on pause.

“Meryl,
for the first time since I’ve been back I really want you and I want you badly…
if you have second thoughts I’ll stop.”

“It’s
okay… we can go slow…” She whispered. “That’s why I chose the game. I thought it
would help you to…” Her sentence trailed off a little. “Mr. Stampede!” She
gasped suddenly feeling his finger trace her opening before plunging in to run
circles over her nub.

“So tell
me, what are you tonight?” He asked.

“But…”
Meryl felt her inner fold clench as her desire rose higher. Obviously the shy
gunman was taking advantage of the little game.

“Tell me…” His movements slowed by a tenfold. She
shifted in his lap a little in protest. “What are you tonight?” He tilted her chin to look right into her
storm grey eyes.

“Mr.
Stampede, please don’t…” She whimpered trying to press herself closer to his
prodding hands.

“Tell me…”


She could see the lust darken is aqua green eyes. She
jumped completely feeling his fingers move coating themselves in the honey she
had been letting out. She shuddered a
little when her removed his fingers completely and brought the fingers to his
lips sucking one clean. He smirked a small smirk.

“You keep
protesting and yet your body says differently.” He held out the other finger to
her mouth wanting her to open. She raised an eyebrow at Vash before promptly
opening her mouth. Just before the finger passed her lips he brought his back
to his own licking that clean as well. “It tells me you want more, need more
and I, a legendary gunman, an outlaw if I may, am willing to give it to you if
you just admit that right now that you are my…” It was amazing how quickly he
took to the situation.

“I am your
play toy…” She admitted before kissing him faintly tasting her essence upon his
lips. He leaned back leaving her body on top of his as he slowly ground his
throbbing arousal up against her. She moaned slightly before two heavy thuds
made her jump a little. Apparently his had gotten rid of the b he he had been
wearing. He rolled her over raising the dress above her hips and hastily
removed her panties.

“I can’t
wait Meryl…” He whispered raggedly
making quick work of her pants.

“Then don’t…
there will be other times.” She said ripping his shirt open not caring about
the buttons. Apparently he didn’t care about the loss either…


On the other side of the door on the
floor he had been sitting there with his own arousal throbbing in a longing
need. He had heard the spider woman enter the premises and go to her room where
she and Vapokepoken for a while. He heard his footsteps move before words were
exchanged again. He can only imagine what was going on now with the low moans
and groans that were emitting from the room.

With
an irritated groan he listened out for the tall spider… her slight snores were
erupting from her own room so that left him the privacy needed. With quick work
of his pants buckle he asedased his stiff member and began his slow strokes
that quickly let out some of the fluid in waiting out.

The touch of her soft breasts still lingered on his hands…
the feel of pressing himself against her bottom… her smell how soft he was in
general was enough to get him going. But now he added the image of his brother
and her. His fumbling around and her moans of pleasure… He can see it all very
clear her lips parted panting waiting for the ultimate release. The release
that was shattering through her very soul at the moment. God how he wished it
were he enjoying the slick warmth she had to offer and yet the thought of an
audience made it all the more erotic; even should the audience be nothing more
that his bumbling brother. Hell, even watching would be more than enough
pleasure for him.

“Oh Vash…” He could hear her go through the after shock of her
orgasm. That alone was enough to make him closer to his final shot but it was
soon joined by the stifled groans of none other than his brother. It showed up
in mindmind almost if her were there himself watching it all happen…

“Damn…” He
whispered softly as he finally let it all loose covering his hand with his own
seed. “Damn…” He muttered again. The visions had been all too real… He could
curse his brother for teasing him like that. So Vash was a hell of a lot
smarter than Knives gave him credit for, even when he wasn’t acting like his usual
dumlf. lf.

“I’ll deal with you in the morning…’
Vash echoed in the
back of his mind obviously tired from the energy he put into the passionate
moment.