Tempest Wind (Vash x F!Reader)

Burn

Warnings: Gets smutty at the end, but no relevant plot, DNF the chapter if you want.

Mary accepted your explanation that your "husband" had started drinking again and you had locked him in the room. You also got away with both portions of food that you moved into your room on the pretext that you'd go and keep watch over the fool. Mary seemed very understanding, and you started to wonder what Harold was like behind closed doors. Either way, Vash got to eat two portions for both lunch and dinner. You even helped him to the table; he moved largely on his own, his body simply stiff and his head spinning. You offered him support and guidance. Other than to eat, Vash spent the day sleeping, his quiet snoring being a comforting sound to you. The day went by very quickly, like in a daze. You didn't have much to do, so you paced around a lot or laid in bed next to Vash, careful not to wake him.

You don't dare fall asleep; the paranoid thoughts are drumming in your head. You take comfort in both the knife and gun strapped to your legs, occasionally touching them lightly to remind yourself that they are still there. You don't wish to hurt anyone, let alone take their lives, but if you have to for the sake of Vash, you will. He wouldn't be happy with that mentality, so you keep it to yourself.

Once again, you lay on the bed next to Vash's sleeping figure. Darkness has creeped into the room, and from outside, you hear some muffled rowdiness. You assume it comes from the saloon or from the front of the inn, but there is likely no cause for concern. Still, your body tenses up, with slight tremors running through it. Vash turns around in his sleep, grunting a little as he faces you. His metal arm is feeling along the bed till it reaches you, then grabbing the small of your back and pulling you into him. His arms wrap around you, and his chin lands on your head. His scent and proximity cause you to relax again, and the tremors subside.

***

Vash wakes up early in the morning before the suns have risen. He places a kiss on your head and nuzzles his face into your hair. His actions wake you from your daze, and you squeeze him a bit, holding tight and pressing your forehead into his chest.

"Good morning!" you whisper into the small space between your bodies.

"Morning, Sweet Pea!" His breath ruffles your hair.

"How are you feeling?" Your legs are intertwined as his hand moves along your back.

"Almost to full health, I think," he says. "A lot less tired, at the very least. I think I'm fine strutting about on my own now!"

"Do you think you can ride? I'd like to leave. Not that anywhere is safe." You speak quietly, not lifting your face.

"What makes you say that?" He sounds surprised, and you come clean about the whole situation, including the strange "humans" in the abandoned village, someone giving a tip about your movements, the temporary $$2,000,000 reward someone put out, and the town swarming with bounty hunters when you got here.

"I'm so sorry you had to go through all that by yourself." He squeezes you tighter. "It couldn't have been easy, but you did so well! I'll try my best to never put you in such a situation again!"

"You better!" you say with a genuine hint of anger in your voice that makes Vash laugh.

"So, where do you want to go?" He says that as he snuggles you closer, he's like a giant snake wrapping himself around you, his long limbs engulfing you and holding you tightly.

"Where can we go? Apparently the bounty hunters scattered when they thought you didn't show up in town the first night. I think there are still many around. I doubt any settlement in the area is safe."