Tempest Wind (Vash x F!Reader)

Worship

Warning: There's no real plot here, it's just smut. Skip if you want.

Your chest is filled with warmth and a flutter as your lips gently meet Vash's. You move in sync with gentle tenderness. The normally overwhelmingly strong and stormy desire has been replaced by something deeper. A complete understanding of the underlying feelings. The sensation runs slowly in your veins; it starts in your heart, radiating outward, reaching the furthest parts, and warming you from the inside like hot water.

The arm that was wrapped around you reaches up and takes one of your hands from Vash's cheek, moving it so he can unlock his lips from yours, only to start kissing the tips of your fingers. Each digit gets a gentle press before he moves on to your palm, down your wrist as he extends both his arm and yours. Your free hand moves into his hair, and once he can't reach his kisses everywhere he desires, Vash sits up, pulling you with him. The kisses move up your arm to your shoulder, an unbroken line of them. He presses into the fabric and moves to your neck. His fingers gently dance along the skin of your arms. You feel his breath against your skin as he tenderly kisses along your muscles.

Your hands go to his waist, your fingers sneaking their way underneath his shirt to slowly trace his skin, leaving a warm sensation behind as they creep up. You adjust to be kneeling before him as his lips trace along your jawline to the other side, down your neck, and over the fabric covering your shoulder. He takes your arm from his back and stretches it out to leave a line of kisses tracing down. He opens his eyes to look into yours; they are so clear, so blue, and so loving. His gentle touch births butterflies and makes you completely forget the rest of the world. As he reaches your wrist, his face is parallel to yours, his gaze still on your face as he presses his lips into the palm of your hand, up along your index, and then presses kisses onto the tips of all of your fingers. He releases your hand, moving his to your cheek and straightening up enough to kiss your forehead.

"I love you," he whispers gently, and you feel his other hand trace the curve of your waist, moving down your hip.

Your hands take hold of the hem of his shirt and slowly pull it up; there is no usual flurry of greedy movements. You're patient and gentle as you feel the love in your heart swell further. Vash lifts his arms to let you remove his shirt before his hands find their spots on your body again. You let the turtleneck hit the ground. You take the metallic hand gently from your cheek and move it to your lips. You too take your time to kiss the tips of his fingers, every joint in them, the palm of his hand, and the wrist. You move up the prosthesis along the blue metal to the elbow, where you kiss the inside of it, both your hands occupied with holding his arm up. You place extra kisses where the arm connects to the stump as you move onto his skin. You trace over to the plate on his shoulder and make sure to gently press your lips onto it. One of your hands rests on his neck, the other on his hip. You continue along the dent above his clavicle, you pepper kisses on the scar running down to his chest, and you follow it to the metal plate covering his heart.

"I love you," you whisper after placing a kiss where his heart would be. You feel his hand tighten lightly on your thigh, his other one moving to your waist. You keep going, tracking along a scar to a wire, along the metal to the other side, to the other collarbone, along to his shoulder, and over more scars to another large metal plate. You take his other arm and manipulate it so you can keep leaving kisses, following his muscles, till you reach his flesh hand. It gets the same treatment as the prothesis: kisses on the wrist and palm, on every joint and fingertip, as your eyes are locked with his.

When your fingers find his hair and your lips entangle with his, you feel both of Vash's hands move down your sides, over your hips, onto your thighs, where your dress ends. He pushes underneath the fabric, tenderly feeling your skin under his touch. His lips part, and soon his tongue is looking for yours.