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All things considered, this could have gone way worse.
Vash shifts uncomfortably, inadvertently pushing you further into the stone wall. You shoot him a glare in warning, and he smiles sheepishly down at you.
The two of you were pressed chest to chest in a narrow stone cave. It had likely been a worm burrow a long time ago, and in any other situation, you would be staring at it with pure fascination. But instead you were stuck after falling into a trap made by a group of bandits trying to catch your squished companion.
"Will you stop moving?" You hiss. "You're just making it worse!"
"Sorry! I just-I can't help it!" He whines. He's always been fidgety, you aren't sure you've ever seen him truly still. But his movements were causing you other problems.
With his lean but muscular build, stunning blue eyes, and a smile that could light up any room, it was hard to say Vash was unattractive. Especially when he's so obviously good with his hands...no! Snap out of it! Now was so not the time to think about how good his hands would feel exploring your body while he-
"Oi! There you two are!" Thank God for Nicholas D. Wolfwood. You look up and find him leaning over the edge of the wall, looking down at the two of you.
"Little help?" You call up to him. He looks between the two of you for a moment, then his head snaps back up and he looks around.
"Shit, hang tight-" That's all he says before vanishing in a flash, the sound of his massive weapon firing the only clue he's still anywhere close by. You let out a groan, and drop your head forward in defeat. Your forehead bumps Vash's chest, and he makes a small 'oh' sound at the impact.
"H-he'll be back. He's probably just making sure the coast is clear!" Vash says, clearly trying to lighten your mood. You just whine in response, rubbing your forehead against his chest. Vash laughs and wiggles-the bastard. "That tickles!"
"Ugh! Stop moving!" You can't bring yourself to actually be mad, not when his laugh is so damn cute . He grins down at you, unaware of the desire annoyingly forming in your stomach, dampening between your legs with every press of his hips against you.
You heave a heavy sigh, resigning to just handle yourself later . Your main priority needed to be figuring a way out of this mess before you became a mess.
"Okay, let's put our heads together, Vashy. Wolfwood is busy getting the bandits off our backs, and who knows where Meryl and Roberto are, but we gotta get out of here. So, give me your thoughts." You say.
"Hmm...I could try to hoist you up, see if you reach the top?" He looks up, squinting behind his large sunglasses, calculating the distance.
"Shouldn't it be the other way around? I try to get you up there to help Wolfwood and come back for me after?" You ask. Vash shakes his head.
"No, I'm way too heavy for you to pick up. You, on the other hand, I'll have no trouble with." He says with a grin, a rather mischievous gleam in his eye.
"But...ugh, fine! But you better watch where you put your hands, mister!" You huff. He laughs again, the sound sending a shiver up your spine. God you needed to get laid.
"I'll be careful, promise!" This is his only warning before his hands suddenly scoop you from behind, gripping the back of your thighs just under your butt. You squeak as he picks you up with ease. You grip his shoulders tightly, trying to help keep yourself steady.
The plan works...almost. Vash is able to push you well over his head, but the cave is deeper than you thought, and you don't reach the top. You aren't even sure Wolfwood or Roberto could reach you from here. Your defeat is mirrored in Vash's face, he had been so sure that would work. Lowering you is when things go from bad to worse.
