“Wait for me, all right?”
Another set of drabbles and a vignette.
First collective post is here; second post of three previous to these is here.
These are more... "domestic," I suppose is the word. "No Play" contains adult-ish content. Feedback and random comments are love.
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#34. Extra
“I’ll have thirty, Miss.”
“Thirty? Wow, that’s a lot you’re askin’ for! You sure?”
“Of course I am! Thirty, please.”
Meryl watched him as he grinned, hovering over the saleslady like an excited child. Vash had insisted that they stop for doughnuts when he had seen the woman advertising her wares. When he had nearly annoyed her half to death with his begging, Meryl had finally agreed.
“‘Ere y’ go,” said the lady, handing him a bag full.
Vash happily paid her and walked away with a triumphant smile. Somehow, seeing him so cheerful made up for the extra stop.
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#35. No Play
Clack, clack, clack, clack, clack.
Smack.
“Vash, stop. I’m not in the mood. I’m trying to write this paper.”
Clack, clack, clack, clack, clack.
Smack.
“Broom-head, stop it. I told you I’m not in the mood.”
Clack, clack, clack, clack, clack.
Smack.
“Damn it, Vash! What did I just-?”
Prying hands cupped her breasts as thumbs brushed over her, making her stop in mid-sentence with a sigh. His lips coasted over her skin and his teeth nibbled softly at her ear. With a roguish smile, Vash simply said, “All work and no play makes Meryl a very frustrated girl.”
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#36. Good Enough
[30_beverages; #17 strawberry wine]
Standing outside on the porch, Meryl eyed the slender container with a combination of both slight caution and earnest curiosity. “I don’t know,” she said doubtfully as she watched him pour her a small glass. “I don’t drink all that often. You know that.”
Vash offered it to her with a hopeful smile. His meek, expectant countenance was endearing. “It’s different, I swear,” he assured her. “It’s strawberry wine, not just plain old wine like last time. It’s sweeter, I was told. You never know; you might like it. Give it a try.”
She took the glass from his outstretched hand and observed the red liquid as it swirled around in elegant waves. Sniffing the cup’s contents, she muttered, “I feel rather silly doing this.”
“I did at first. Hard liquor is more my thing, really,” Vash admitted with a chuckle.
Quirking a brow, she gave him a confused glance. “Then why did you buy it? You can be so strange sometimes, you know that?”
His hand scratched at the back of his neck; a nervous gesture that he had a propensity of doing. “Well, I mean, I kind of wanted things to go well tonight… I figured that maybe if I tried something different-”
Meryl touched his hand with her free one, hushing him. “Vash, you really didn’t have to go out of your way to do this,” she said in a smooth, comforting tone. “I have a good time even if we do the same old things that we do every day.” She watched his worried expression soften, his aqua-green eyes almost glimmering in the tender moonlight. Meryl could see the contours of his face; they were not quite as prominent in the dusk and were smoother with his shaggy blond hair draping over his forehead and cheeks. Her thumb lightly stroking the scar on the back of his right hand, she said, “Simply being with you is good enough.”
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First collective post is here; second post of three previous to these is here.
These are more... "domestic," I suppose is the word. "No Play" contains adult-ish content. Feedback and random comments are love.
--
#34. Extra
“I’ll have thirty, Miss.”
“Thirty? Wow, that’s a lot you’re askin’ for! You sure?”
“Of course I am! Thirty, please.”
Meryl watched him as he grinned, hovering over the saleslady like an excited child. Vash had insisted that they stop for doughnuts when he had seen the woman advertising her wares. When he had nearly annoyed her half to death with his begging, Meryl had finally agreed.
“‘Ere y’ go,” said the lady, handing him a bag full.
Vash happily paid her and walked away with a triumphant smile. Somehow, seeing him so cheerful made up for the extra stop.
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#35. No Play
Clack, clack, clack, clack, clack.
Smack.
“Vash, stop. I’m not in the mood. I’m trying to write this paper.”
Clack, clack, clack, clack, clack.
Smack.
“Broom-head, stop it. I told you I’m not in the mood.”
Clack, clack, clack, clack, clack.
Smack.
“Damn it, Vash! What did I just-?”
Prying hands cupped her breasts as thumbs brushed over her, making her stop in mid-sentence with a sigh. His lips coasted over her skin and his teeth nibbled softly at her ear. With a roguish smile, Vash simply said, “All work and no play makes Meryl a very frustrated girl.”
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#36. Good Enough
[30_beverages; #17 strawberry wine]
Standing outside on the porch, Meryl eyed the slender container with a combination of both slight caution and earnest curiosity. “I don’t know,” she said doubtfully as she watched him pour her a small glass. “I don’t drink all that often. You know that.”
Vash offered it to her with a hopeful smile. His meek, expectant countenance was endearing. “It’s different, I swear,” he assured her. “It’s strawberry wine, not just plain old wine like last time. It’s sweeter, I was told. You never know; you might like it. Give it a try.”
She took the glass from his outstretched hand and observed the red liquid as it swirled around in elegant waves. Sniffing the cup’s contents, she muttered, “I feel rather silly doing this.”
“I did at first. Hard liquor is more my thing, really,” Vash admitted with a chuckle.
Quirking a brow, she gave him a confused glance. “Then why did you buy it? You can be so strange sometimes, you know that?”
His hand scratched at the back of his neck; a nervous gesture that he had a propensity of doing. “Well, I mean, I kind of wanted things to go well tonight… I figured that maybe if I tried something different-”
Meryl touched his hand with her free one, hushing him. “Vash, you really didn’t have to go out of your way to do this,” she said in a smooth, comforting tone. “I have a good time even if we do the same old things that we do every day.” She watched his worried expression soften, his aqua-green eyes almost glimmering in the tender moonlight. Meryl could see the contours of his face; they were not quite as prominent in the dusk and were smoother with his shaggy blond hair draping over his forehead and cheeks. Her thumb lightly stroking the scar on the back of his right hand, she said, “Simply being with you is good enough.”
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