Tempest Wind (Vash x F!Reader)

Hands

You must admit that you strongly prefer spending time with Vash in the middle of nowhere to staying in towns and hotels. You might be slightly worried about worms, but at the same time, the freedom is unmatched. You get to be yourself with the person you love. This is one of those nights again. You found the perfect campsite on a flat rock flush with the sand, with more stones stacked about, providing cover. There is nobody around; the nearest settlement is a two day ride away. While Vash makes some dinner, you go to the toma. Vash's bird immediately pushes her head against your shoulder, letting out happy chirping noises as you stroke her long neck. Your own tomas joins in too, both of them affectionately rubbing their heads against you, leaving dusty marks on your black shirt. This makes you laugh, the simplicity of things; you haven't felt well lately, your head consumed by the noises and headaches. Both your hands are occupied scratching the birds, and suddenly Vash's arms appear around you, lifting you off the ground and pulling you away, his face digging into your neck as he takes a few steps back. You hadn't heard him approach because the tiny radio played music in the background, and you didn't feel on guard.

The birds nip at you as you are carried out of their reach, Vash's face tickling your neck and making you laugh. Vash puts you back on the ground but bends over, making you fold too. He places quick kisses on your neck and up until your cheek. You hear his breath in your ear; he chuckles lightly.

"You choose to play with the birds instead of me?! You want to make me jealous?!" His light and amused tone speaks up as he moves his head around yours to place more kisses on your other cheek. You laugh at his ridiculous claim, hunching over and trying to protect your neck from his tickles. Your hands are trying to pry open his arms around your midpoint, even though you know you would fall on your face if he let go.

"You're just a jealous person!" You squeal out, not caring about your volume here, in the middle of the desert.

"What did you say?" His movements are so quick; he grabs your hand and twirls you around, pulling up a bit so you are face to face with him, yet one of his hands is on the small of your back and the other holds yours. "You want to dance? We can do that!"

"That's not even close to what I said!" You laugh at his cheeky expression.

But he ignores you and gets you to your feet; his flesh hand pulls you closer against his body by your waist, and his prosthetic sticks out further with your hand still in it. He doesn't wait for you to adjust yourself to the situation or to prepare yourself; he simply starts taking long and decisive steps, swooping you with him. You stumble over his feet and your own, repeatedly stepping on his toes, but he doesn't seem to mind in the least. He moves in time with the music in a large circle, twirling you around. He laughs at your clumsiness; his movements are so swift and smooth that you can't even hope to keep up. You can't maintain a straight face either; a wide smile appears on it, breaking your concentration further and making you step on his toes again. You let out a laugh, and his metal arm lets go of your hand. His arms wrap around your waist, lifting you up again off the ground. He leans back, your hands pushing against his chest, head back as he spins you round and round under the stars. Both your voices are laughing into the night air.

You feel so light, like there is nothing that could sour your mood. Vash lets you back onto the ground, your head feeling like a tornado. His strong arms around you won't let you fall, no matter how weak your legs get. Your whole world spins, and you hide your face in his chest to gather yourself again and wait till your eyes can stay in one spot. You feel him placing kisses on your head.

"You are the sweetest thing in the world! So beautiful! So gorgeous!" he whispers between every kiss. "You're adorable! You're the best! I love you! I love you! I love you!"

His face nuzzles closer to your ear, and he sweeps you off your feet again, one hand under your legs and the other under your back. You throw your arm around his neck as you laugh and place quick kisses on his cheek, over his ear, and short hair onto his neck. He carries you to a rock that reaches his chest. His arms readjust you; for a moment, you seem to be floating before his hands grab your hips and lift you onto the stone.