Tempest Wind (Vash x F!Reader)

Lucky

Vash wakes up before you, early in the morning, after being tortured by nightmares all night. He opens his eyes, and the torment of the night doesn't matter anymore. He sees you have turned in your sleep, your legs intertwined with his, your arm tightly around his torso. You look so peaceful, your head resting on his arm. You breathe slowly, your face is relaxed, and to him, you look like an angel. He lifts his hand that has been resting on your hip and traces gently over your face, pushing aside the strands of hair. He places a kiss on your forehead like always, but this time your eyes flutter open slowly and focus on him.

"Good morning!" you say softly, your voice sleepy.

"Morning, Sweet Pea!" he exclaims, filled with excitement and energy. He didn't expect you to wake up this easily, let alone be lucid.

"You seem happy." You smile, glad to see him this way, usually he looks so sad and tired.

"I am!" he beams. "I have a plan, things look up and you're with me! What else could I wish for?"

You let out a light laugh and reach up to touch his face. How you long for things to stay like this. You try to remember every detail—the dim light on his features, his happy eyes, and his lips curved into a smile. The feeling of his arm under your head and his hand stroking your cheek down your neck. You can still feel the tingle of his kiss on your forehead. All this fills your heart with love. You know that if you want this to last, you have to fight, you have to get through this, and for that, you have to keep moving forward.

His face leans closer as he gently pushes your chin up to place his lips on yours. This feels slightly different; there is a new kind of passion in it, slow and determined. It doesn't last long as he pulls away and opens his eyes, the look in them is one of adoration.

"So are you going to tell me about said plan?" You ask with a smirk. You feel so much love for him. His touch keeps away the sadness of knowing that, sooner or later, your head will be taken over completely by the voices again.

"You will think me crazy, so I'll only tell you that we're going to rush to the September terminal today, and we will take a steamer heading east." He sees you open your mouth to complain but won't let you get a word in. "I know you don't like the idea of the steamer thinking it's filled to the brim with bounty hunters and just in general with too many people, but I promise you, I'll find us a spot somewhere deep in the bow of the ship, and it's going to be fine. We'll be on it for only a day and a half."

You close your mouth again and just let out a disgruntled hum. You don't want to argue with him, not now, plus he has proved you wrong before about many subjects, including bounty hunters, and that he has a knack for getting away from them.

"So!" he continues excitedly, "We better get up and ready!"

He places another kiss on your lips, but this time he turns, so he is on top of you with most of his weight. Your hands move to his waist, where his shirt has hiked up to touch his skin, and run your nails up his back. Instead, he rolls a bit more until his weight is gone as he stumbles off the bed. Your lips left longing for more of his kisses.

"Hey now! What is this?" You complain, but he just laughs as he looks at you.

"I'd love to, Sweet Pea, but today we are on a schedule!"

You grumpily get out of bed too and change into travel clothes, strapping on your knives and cleaning up whatever little mess you left last night while looking for what you needed from your bag. Vash is already a few steps ahead of you, having packed up his bag and gotten ready for the road.

"Another reason I dislike steamers," you mumble to yourself.

"What's that, love?" his cheerful voice sounds from the door.