note: i love vash so fkin much
also, sex refs
Now, Vash was an idiot. You knew that by heart-- but was he really as stupid as to trip over his own two fe--
Never mind. Just...never mind.
"_____, it hurts!" Vash whined.
Not to mention that he- somehow- got a few small shards of glass in his chest. And don't forget that he hit his face on a rock.
"Shut up, ya little fucktard," you hissed, rubbing a small bit of peroxide over one of the now-empty cuts on his chest. Red had been over your cheeks ever since you had to take his shirt off, and it didn't help that you two were completely alone.
"But _____~" You pulled another smooth glass shard from his chest, and he let out a tiny little yelp. He stuck his lower lip out at you after you disinfected it (which made it hurt more).
You leaned forward and bit his lip lightly, gently sucking on it. His eyes were wide, and you watched as a dark blush formed on his cheeks. You only grinned, letting your fingers trail up and down his glass-free torso.
He nudged you back slightly, trying to even out his breathing.
"Will you shut up now?" you asked, licking your finger and wiping some of the dried blood off of his face.
Vash's eyes were glazed over. You snapped your fingers in front of his eyes, and you were immediately pinned to the ground.
"Vash?" you questioned, cheeks heating up lightly. Not only was Vash the Stampede on top of you, he was on top of you and shirtless. You were pretty much in some kind of paradise.
He had a heated look in his eyes. His chest was rising and falling with his breathing, and his cheeks were dusted with light pink.
"V-Vash, what're you doin'?" you questioned, staring up at him. To be honest, you were actually kind of worried. It was definitely bad when Vash wasn't making any sound.
"Shut up..." he whispered softly. His lips covered your's, and the was he kissed you conveyed his hunger.
A tiny moan slipped from your mouth. His hands roamed your still-clothed body as your's pressed against his chest. He attacked your neck with his mouth, switching teeth and lips and tongue and it was just so hot and--
"Vash!" you yelped. A moan slipped out of your mouth, though. The pain felt wonderful.
"Sorry. Can't control that." Vash's voice sounded just the slightest bit gruff, and that only turned you on more.
"I want you to be the tropical storm you are," you hissed into his ear. A small chuckle came from the blonde before he bit your neck.
"By the time we're through, you'll feel like you were in the middle of a stampede," he growled.
He did have to carry you around for about a week afterwards.
