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Cold Comfort

by Jaina and Arafel

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Meryl sighed as she looked out over the town far below. Part of her longed to go back
and escape the penetrating cold of the cliff where she and Vash sat, watching the stars. It
didn't make sense; the weather was mild, evempermperate for this region at this time of
year, but a chill rested in her bones that had little to do with the temperature outside.
Meryl glanced up at the sky; the fifth moon had risen and the hole in it seemed to mock her
with its barren emptiness. She looked away and glanced at her companion, shivering.

"Are you cold?"

Meryl blinked. She hadn't realized that Vash was even still aware of her presence.
Silence had fallen after their few words, and his depression covered them like a shroud,
snuffing out the brief spark of hope she'd felt.

She was cold, with more than just the perceived temperature. It was the knowledge that
maybe this was all her fault, despite Milly's reassurance that it wasn't. Maybe Milly was
right, but it didn't feel that way, and more than ever Meryl was sure that she hadn't done
him any favors by following Vash. She had followed her heart, just like Milly said, but it
had resulted in Vash being pushed to break his most sacred promise. So, she lied.

"I'm fine. It's not that bad. Are you?"

"I don't know what I am." Vash's voice was hollow, empty. The line of his shoulders
shook in the moonlight, and his face was as pale as the fifth moon over them. She inched
closer and placed a hand on his arm.

"Vash�"

He surprised her by placing his own hand, the real one, over hers. His grip was tight,
almost painfully so, but she could feel an underlying tremor. She hadn't had a clue how
to help him since he'd awakened, but Vash seemed to want company now. Small
comfort though it was, Meryl vowed to give it.

It wasn't pity. It was worry and caring and an emotion that was far too dangerous to
name now.

She scooted closer. It was still cold, but maybe she could pretend that it wasn't.
Meryl glanced down at the hand on hers, her heart breaking. There is no part of this man
that isn't scarred, she thought. Fierce anger overwhelmed her for a moment, anger at
everyone who had only seen a face on a wanted poster and a head with a bounty on it,
because they never would have thought that the great and terrible Vash the Stampede
would be out on a cliff mourning over a sick freak who had pushed him further than
anyone should have to go.

"You're not all right," she said, and she twisted her hand in his grip so their fingers
laced together. Vash looked up at her, and fin fingers tightened.

"I guess I'm not," he said, and fell silent again.

Meryl gazed out into space and wondered what to say. Should she even say anything?
The one thing that was on the tip of her tongue was wholly inappropriate for the situation.
There was no need to burden Vash with her emotions. He had enough to deal with at the
moment. She felt ashamed for enjoying his warmth against her, even a little.

Meryl glanced back at him and nearly jumped when she saw that he was still looking at
her. She blushed and looked away, but his gaze remained steady. Her stomach dropped;
maybe he didn't want her around anymore.
"I'm sorry. Do you want to be alone?"

"No!" Vash's grip tightened further. "I�I don't want to be alone," he said, and Meryl's
heart broke all over again.

"You won't be," Meryl said softly, nestling against him. "It's going to be all right. I
promise." Would it? She didn't know. It might never be all right. She petted his
forearm with her free hand, trying to soothe away the loneliness with the simple physical
contact. "I'm here."

She wasn't prepared for what happened next, and Meryl couldn't strangle a startled cry
when Vash pulled her into an embrace, his head snugged tight against her shoulder.
"Shhh, it's okay," she whispered, stroking his back in wide, gentle movements.

"It's not okay," Vash said, his voice muffled. "I let her down, I killed him, and I keep
seeing it over and over�"

Meryl tightened her arms around him rather than wipe away the tears that threatened to
spill down her cheeks. "It wasn't your fault," she whispered. But that wasn't what he
needed to hear, was it? "We'll be here for you, both of us," she said. "As long as you
need us."

She felt him nod against her, but he didn't move. It was getting late, but Meryl was more
than ready to spend the entire night here with him if it was what he needed. And it did
seem to be helping; his shudders were lessening as he grew calmer.

Meryl felt a shiver of her own when Vash shifted on her shoulder, his lips almost
brushing her neck. She scolded herself inwardly; this was absolutely not an appropriate
reaction, given the situation.

No. His lips weren't almost touching her neck. They were touching her neck, and Meryl
might have pushed him away in shock except for the pure, paralyzing awareness of the
light, fluttering touch that was moving up from her neck along her cheek. She sat frozen,
eyes closed, her fingers curled tight around his shirt, until his lips touched hers in a way
she was sure was no accident.

"V � Vash?" Meryl stuttered, her cheeks blazing. She pulled back and stared up at him,
his pale eyes searching hers in the moonlight. "What was � why did you�" She put a
hand to her mouth, still tingling with the remembered touch.

"You�make me feel," he said quietly. "I just want to feel something else, please�"

Meryl wavered for a long moment, wanting to know how and why, but then something
clicked all at once, and why did not matter. It only mattered that she could help him. It
wasn't very Meryl-like, and anyone who knew her would be shocked except maybe for
Milly. Before Vash could respond or pull away, Meryl closed the gap she'd opened and
kissed him back.

Vash responded hungrily, his mouth opening against hers. Meryl found that her eyes had
closed of their own accord as she leaned into him. She felt a spark of shame within; all
the times she'd imagined this, wished for this, she'd never wanted it like this, and wasn't
it wrong to enjoy it now, in the face of such misery?

But Vash seemed to want it even more than she did. He pulled her against him so that
their bodies were pressed against each other and kissed his way down her neck, nipping
at the skin now and again, with an intensity that Meryl knew would leave marks. She
found that she didn't care.

It had to be wrong that what Vash was doing felt as good as it did, in the face of what was
driving him to do it, but she couldn't deny that her heart was racing and her body was
responding with a need that surprised her. He had loosened the collar of her dress, and he
sucked at the tender skin over her collarbone, laving her with his tongue. Meryl gasped,
limp in his arms, and she let him lower her down to the stony ground.

At first, the sand and rocks under her back were an annoyance, almost lost completely in
the frantic exchange of kisses and caresses. She ran her hands up under his shirt, pulling
Vash down next to her, and he snaked one arm over her back and down her backside to
press her close against him. His arousal was plain through his thin pants and her tights,
and Meryl had the sudden feeling of playing with fire. Vash hooked his leg over hers,
and they rolled slightly to one side.

Vash stopped and growled, lifting himself up. A few moments later, Meryl
heard the crack of a rock hitting something a distance away, and she was forced to admit
in a similar fashion that the stone protrusion poking her in the hipbone wasn't doing anything
for the mood. The night air was growing colder, too, and her partially-exposed breasts
tightened with the unpleasant chill.

Vash looked at her, and Meryl knew he doubted himself � whether this was right,
whether he should do this with her. She spoke up before he could voice his doubts. "I
think we can find a better place than this." It wasn't what she wanted to tell him. It
wasn't about true romance, but it wasn't about pity, it was more, it was something she
could do for him because she loved him and wanted desperately to heal him, make him
not broken � but the words wouldn't come.

Maybe Vash understood anyway, because he helped her to her feet and led them down
the hill at a quick pace. Their destination clear, Meryl wished they could just be back at
the house already�why had Vash felt the need to brood so far away? Vash must have
felt the same way, because halfway down the hill he scooped her into his arms and began
trotting faster. She clung to him, not wanting to imagine what would happen if he lost his
footing, but Vash's grip was sure and his feet steady. Vash's breath and his pace grew
faster until they reached the tiny house that served as home.

He let her down at the threshold, since it was impossible to carry her and open the door at
the same time. Meryl walked into their house, trying not to look too hard at the battered
bed in the middle of the kitchen, even though she knew that was where they were going.
It was impossible to go to her room, since she and Milly shared. Vash shut the door,
and she sensed his presence behind her before his arms closed around her from the back.

"Thank you," he whispered, nuzzling her.

"For what?" Meryl answered, twisting in his arms so they stood face to face. She took a
deep breath. "You're more than my job, Vash, I'm here because I lo � "

"Don't!" Vash said fiercely, silencing her. "Don't say it. Don't even think it." There
was a telltale glitter at the corners of his eyes.

Don't cry, Meryl told herself. "I'm sorry," she whispered, stroking his cheek with the
back of her hand. Vash caught her wrist and kissed her palm, moving down the inside of
her arm. She gently disengaged him and started in at the clasps at her throat, each tiny
click sounding loud in the room. When her dress hung loose around her shoulders, Meryl
took his hands � both real and artificial � and put them on her.

For a long moment Vash didn't move, and Meryl felt panic � was he rejecting her after
all? Then, a slight smile creased his lips. His touch was tentative at first, his fingers
making light circles on her covered breasts. She made a low noise of encouragement in
her throat and he reached for the front clasp of her bra.

The sight of her bare flesh must have emboldened Vash � he wasn't rough, but he
showed no more hesitation, leaning into her and massaging her lightly, his thumbs rolling
around her stiffening nipples. His false arm moved to slide her dress and undergarment
off her shoulders. They made a soft sound as they hit the floor, and he pulled her into his
arms, pressing her against him.

His bandaged chest was scratchy, but Meryl didn't care. She pushed at his shirt, easing it
down off his scarred shoulders. Vash was breathing hard, his eyes closed, and Meryl
made her caresses bolder. Make me feel, he had said. She would. He would feel
everything.

She slid her hands down his back past the waistband of Vash's pants, kneading his
buttocks and pulling him up against her. Vash gasped, and his arms tightened around her.
Meryl could barely reach his neck, but she returned the soft kisses and nips he had been
giving her earlier while she loosened the ties on his pants. He stood stock-still, a look of
pure concentration on his face, while Meryl let his pants drop to the floor.

He hadn't been wearing any underwear. Meryl looked down at what she'd uncovered,
and she blushed as she reached down to touch him. Vash shuddered all
over and groaned into her hair, fingers flexing into her shoulders. She
grasped him gently, her light touch exploring him, drifting over the hard shaft and
swollen head.

Vash growled from deep in his throat and then Meryl was being lifted in his arms, her
feet no longer touching the ground. He crushed her against him as he kissed her deeply.
She attempted to wrap her legs around him as he strode towards the bed, but it was a
short journey. They fell hard onto the mattress, eliciting a loud, protesting squeak from
the bedsprings.

Vash sucked hard at her neck as his hands traveled down her body. He slipped his good
hand into her panties and Meryl couldn't hold back a moan when he found the small knot
of nerves between her legs. His breath harsh against her ear, Vash slipped a finger inside
her, probing and stroking. Meryl's eyes had drifted shut, but she felt him pull away and
then tug at her panties, sliding them down her hips and over her ankles.

From her limited experience, Meryl knew she shouldn't have been ready yet, not nearly
so soon, but she was more ready than she'd ever been in her life. Vash's breath was hot
in her ear while his fingers slid deep between her legs, and she arched after him, pleading
with body and voice. If there were a rational piece of her mind yet, it might have chalked
her abandon up to tension and emotion and the granting of a latent, secret desire. But
there wasn't, and all Meryl knew was that she wanted him badly enough now to beg.

The teasing fingers withdrew, and Meryl opened her eyes to see Vash pull away from her
neck. He drew back and positioned her on the bed in the way he wanted her like she
weighed nothing. She closed her eyes again as Vash descended for a fierce, hot kiss,
while his knee separated her legs. Her breath shuddered in her throat, and Meryl felt
Vash settle into position, the head of his penis just pushing at her entrance. A moment of
stillness, and then he drove forward, taking her in one hard thrust.

Meryl barely had time to draw a shaky breath before Vash was moving again, nearly
withdrawing from her and thrusting back in. For a minute, it hurt � it had been a long
tiand and Vash was much bigger than she was � but pain was warring with pleasure, and
pleasure was winning.

Vash slowed his pace long enough to brush his lips across her cheek and neck, feather-
light touches contrasting with the raw intensity of his motions. He ran his hands down
her sides and pulled her hips against his, deepening the thrusts. Meryl wrapped her legs
around him, wanting nothing more at this moment than to feel him within her.

The force of Vash's movements jarred the breath from her in short, sharp bursts, and the
springs of the old mattress kept time with his urgent motions. The pain of his entry had
dissolved into the warm, deep feeling of Meryl's own wanting, and she was sure that
soon it would not matter what he did as long as he kept doing it, hard and fast and sweet.
She dug her fingers into Vash's back and concentrated hard on the slow dissolve into heat
that preceded her orgasm.

It wasn't love, and Meryl knew that. She didn't know if Vash was capable of loving
anyone at the moment, not when he was so wracked with guilt and self-hatred. But
still... you make me feel, Vash had said. Perhaps the need of her and the comfort that he
took from her, however small, were enough for now.

A strangled cry escaped Meryl as her orgasm hit her. She clamped her legs around
Vash's still-pumping hips as the intense rush swept through her body. For a long, blissful
moment her mind was clear of all worries and fears for the both of them. There was
nothing but him and her and the incredible way he was making her feel.

Vash seemed almost not to notice her climax. He was moving at a nearly brutal pace,
riding her out through the last shocks of orgasm. In her haze of pleasure, Meryl willed
him to keep going, to lose control and maybe to forget for one instant how desperately
unhappy he was.

She didn't have long to wait. Vash had been almost silent since he had first entered her,
except for gasps of exertion, but the first real sounds of pleasure she had yet heard him
utter were spilling from him. Meryl arched her back and wrapped her legs around him,
pulling him into her, encouraging every deepening groan. His hands, placed just above
her shoulders, curled into the sheets, and his fingernails scraped against the homespun
cotton.

Now, Meryl breathed voicelessly as she looked up into his face, wracked with pleasure
instead of suffering for that one tiny instant. Now. And then Vash was climaxing, his
light groans deepening into a deeper register and his whole body writhing in the grip of
his release. She wrapped her arms around him, moving with him until it was finished.
Finally, Vash stopped, and for a quiet moment he lay on her shoulder, shivering with the
last of his orgasm.

Meryl stroked his sweat-damp back, understanding that this was the one time she would
ever see Vash with his guard down completely. It still wasn't love and she knew it, but
the post-coital closeness was precious. Vash was heavy and the seed trickling out of her
made abused tissues sting, but she ignored the small discomforts in the face of a much
larger comfort that only she could give him.

It was a long time before Vash moved, and for a few minutes Meryl thought he had fallen
asleep on top of her. Then he rolled away onto his back next to her, his breathing
growing slower. Meryl shifted over to see his face. Vash's eyes were closed and his
expression was utterly unreadable. She doubted he was asleep. He wasn't moving, but
something told her he was still awake and aware of her presence.

Maybe he was waiting for her to go. Maybe he was faking sleep until she got dressed
and left him alone to brood over his failures. Tearickricked her eyes at the idea that Vash
was still so despondent, that she had been unable to help him in the way that she so
desperately wanted to, that he couldn't even look at her now.

She sat up, intending to slide out from the sheets and fumble for her clothes, but stopped
at the feel of Vash's hand on her back. Surprised, Meryl looked back at him. The lines of
sorrow were still graven deeply into his expression, but there was a softness now that
hadn't been there before. His hand slid around to close around her arm, and she let him
tug her over to rest her head on his chest.

"You don't have to go," he said, softly. Tentatively, Meryl leaned back down and
snuggled into his bare chest, trying not to think about the rough patches under her cheek.
No, she didn't have to go, even as doubt tormented her. She didn't have to go, and Vash
could live happily ever after with her and Milly in this no-name town, and he could come
to her in the night for meaningless comfort that felt good to them both and meant nothing.

That wasn't what she wanted, not at all. But what was the alternative that would make
everything all right again?

His fingers slid through her hair, playing with the short black strands. Meryl lay quietly
on him in the d eye eyes wide open and staring into the kitchen, and a tear slid down her
cheek. It had been pure hubris to imagine that she could cure the grievous wounds to his
soul with only her body. That only happened in bad romance novels and she sure as hell
wasn't living one of those. In stories, it was always beautiful lovemaking that ended with
declarations of eternal love. It wasn't a desperate fuck and the sacrifice of the girl's pride
in a futile attempt to help her lover regain his.

Vash's hand traveled up her neck, stroking softly, and Meryl bit her lip to hold in a
sudden sob. When his fingers touched her cheek she turned her head, not wanting him to
feel, but a tear dripped onto his chest. Meryl felt him hesitate and rolled over so that her
back was to him.

"Meryl?" When she didn't respond, Vash propped himself up on one elbow, putting the
other hand on her arm. "Why are you crying?"

< sai said my name, she thought dully. I've been waiting for him to say it, and now it just
hurts. Meryl closed in on herself, drawing her legs up to her chest. "Because," she
replied, her voice muffled. "Because I�" I wanted to help you, she wanted to say. I
wanted you to feel better, and now it's a mess, and we've done something we can't undo
and it wasn't the right thing to do with you. "I'm sorry," she whispered.

"y foy for what?" he asked uncertainly. "Was it� not very good?" The hand in her arm
retreated. "Did I hurt you?"

So it was possible to laugh and cry at the same time. Here she was, beating herself up
over sleeping with Vash, and he was worrying that he hadn't been any good in bed. How
completely silly. How completely� him. Scrubbing at her eyes and nose, Meryl turned
over.

"You didn't hurt me," she said to his chest, still not able to look him in the eye. "It
was... fine."

Vash tilted her chin up with one finger, forcing her to look at him. "But?"

"I just..." Meryl licked her lips. How could she explain that she'd wanted it to be so
much more, so much better; that she understood it wasn't the time or place for such things,
but it still hurt? "I just wanted it to be�different."

Vash was quiet for a long moment. Meryl wondered if she'd confused him further, but
then he wrapped an arm around her waist, drawing her close to him. "Me, too," he
murmured.

There was nothing more she could do after that, but Meryl was warmed by Vash's touch
and the words that he hadn't quite said. It was still a broken, wrong kind of evening, but
maybe it was better than it could've been. Maybe that was what she needed to believe.

In that theoretical romance novel, the hero would have begged his lover to stay the night
in his arms, but Meryl knew better. As warm and comforting as Vash's embrace was, it
ended, and she knew it was time. "I should go now," she said, and though Vash would
not have hurt her by outwardly agreeing, she knew that he thought so too. He had
already closed in on himself again, withdrawing both body and spirit.

Meryl found her underwear on the floor and started to get dressed, throwing her
unbuttoned dress over her head for the short walk to her room. Behind her, Vash shifted
and rolled over, and she draped his pants over the foot of the bed. "I'll be by in the
morning to replace your bandages, all right?"

"Hnn." His reply was impersonal, noncommittal, as if they hadn't just shared the most
intimate thing two people could do together. Meryl couldn't suppress a quick flare of
anger, even as she reminded herself that she could hardly have expected otherwise. What
they had done wasn't about love, anyway.

It didn't change that she loved him, though.

Meryl picked up her boots and stuffed her tights into one of them. She dropped to her
knees and ran her hands around the floor to make sure that nothing would be left as
evidence that she had ever been there. No one needed to know, not even Milly, though
the big girl would have understood better than anyone after Wolfwood. This was
between her and Vash, and if he was through with it, then by god so was she.

On her way out, the soft voice from the bed caught her by surprise. "Meryl."

"Yes?" Her fingers were poised on the corner of the hallway, everything in her ready to
leave.

Vash sat up in bed, and even in the half-light, the ridges and twists of his scars were still
visible. "Thank you."

The anger left her in a breath. "You're welcome," Meryl said, turning to face him. Her
next words came all unbidden, a mother's lie to a brokenhearted child.

"Things will be better in the morning."

***

No, it's not a sequel to A Whisper in Darkness, but our minds are always at
work concernings Vas Vash and Meryl would be together. This is our answer to "what-if"
on the cliff during "Live Through." We're romantics, but we're realists too.

Arafel: arafel@oceandreaming.com

Jaina: lhanson@bgnet.bgsu.edu
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