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Title: Sexual Healing

Author: ibshafer

Rating: R

Character/Pairing: VashXMeryl

Disclaimer: I don't own these people, they own themselves and are just nice enough to let me
spin them around the page now and then.

Summary: The title says it all....

Warnings: suggestive situations, angsty/mushy stuff

Genre: Trigun

Spoilers: Yes! Post series, read at yer own risk!

Feedback: yes, please!

Sexual Healing

~ibshafer

She couldn’t say how long it had been going on, she was almost embarrassed that she hadn’t
noticed sooner - she spent so much time looking at his body - but it was definitely happening.

Vash was healing.

Not just the recent wounds, those inflicted by his demon brother in that last fated battle, but the
dozens of angry red scars that covered the landscape of his still wondrous body.

“Vash?”

His skin was warm beneath her chin, against her cheek, and there, there where the tip of her nose
was resting, where the tip of her tongue had previously traced a line of old pain over the curve of
his shoulder, there was nothing.

Nothing but new, pink skin.

The color was the reason she couldn’t explain it away as something she hadn’t noticed before,
some anomaly of his body that would show she didn’t know the roadmap of his skin as well as
she thought she did.

It was pink.

Not tanned and golden, not freckled like the rest of him.

But pink.

New...

“Hmmm?” he breathed, half-dozing himself. His hand was splayed possessively around the
column of her neck, fingers buried in her hair, moving idly there, and he leaned forward the inch
that separated them to kiss her temple, a gentle gesture that always made her shiver. “Gimme a
minute, okay?” The hand at her hip pinched playfully.

She found herself blushing in spite of the nature of their relationship, which had incredibly,
gloriously turned a corner not long after he’d buried his brother.

“That’s not what I meant, fool,” she growled, but her smile infected her face, leaching into the air
between them, inspiring giggles in him.

For all his years, he was still just a little boy...

Levering herself up for a better vantage point, she ran a fingertip over his shoulder, grinning at
the full-body twitch this elicited from him.

“Didn’t you used to have a scar here?” She circled the area again, as much to emphasize the
question as to repeat the response.

Head cocked to the side, he lifted his elbow, peering with eyebrows raised at the spot she’d
indicated.

“Hmmm.... What’s up with that?”

The question belied the tone of his voice.

He was not surprised.

Sitting up, she scowled down at him. “You mean you already knew?”

She was a little hurt. They’d talked about his scars before, about how he never seemed to heal
completely, about how his skin had become, over the years, a kind of recording of the trials and
scrapes of his life. He knew each one by name and by year; he was the book of his life.

Any change in that, miraculous as it would be, should be discussed, and if not, then it should at
least be mentioned.

Now it was his turn to blush and blush he did, clear down to the exposed roots of his spiked
blond hair.

“Heh, heh... Well, um, yeah... it...um, it started after we...y’know...”

Like the proverbial ton of bricks, it hit her.

After the first time they’d made love.

She pushed herself away, back towards the edge of the bed, though not off of it.

“Are you kidding me? For that long?” Now she was more than a little hurt. “It started when we....
when we were...” She shivered, felt sick for a moment.“I’m - what? - I’m apparently healing you
with my...my body and...and you didn’t think to say anything to me?” Suddenly aware of her lack
of clothing, she grabbed at the rough wool blanket draped over the footboard, throwing it around
her shoulders. “Vash, I can’t believe--”

She had been about to berate him for being a self-involved little boy, when that boy, and his
mercurial moods, shamed her.

He started to cry.

“I’m sorry, Meryl. I don’t know what’s happening to me. I-I’m not human. I’m a freak... I...I was
hoping... I was hoping it would stop.” He slid himself back against the worn wooden headboard
and held up his arm. “There used to be a pretty deep one right here,” he pointed to his forearm.
“And one day I woke up and it was just gone.” He seemed confused, almost like he missed it. It
was a part of him, after all, of his life history. “I was afraid to say anything, afraid if you knew,
you’d run.” Embarrassed, almost desperate - his emotions were so extreme sometimes - he
sought her eyes briefly, then looked away just as quickly. “I thought being with me might be
hurting you, draining you in some way. I knew I should just leave, just get away from you,
but...but it felt so good to be treated like a man for once, instead of some natural disaster...”

In a heartbeat, she was back at his side, arms around him, rocking him gently, lips at his neck.

“Sssshhh,” she crooned, then kissed him full on the mouth. She felt him relax into the kiss, felt
his hands slide around her waist to lay flat against the bare skin over her shoulder blades. His
arms tightened possessively and he sighed into her neck.

“I would never leave you, Vash.” She pulled away, laid hands on his face. “If you haven’t figured
it out yet, I love you, you big idiot.”

This brought a quick giddy laugh from him.

“I am a big idiot.”

Grinning, she kissed him again. “Yeah, but you’re my idiot.”

Green eyes flashed to hers, lips turned up at the corners. Strong arms, both flesh and steel,
tightened around her once again. “I’ve never ‘belonged’ to anyone before.” The smile threatened
to run away with his face. “Feels nice.”

It was such a relief, not just after today, but after all this time, to see that smile on his face and
know he wasn’t using it to cover something else. If she was somehow helping him to heal, to
regenerate, she was glad of it. She had made a vow, when the fates had brought him back to her,
to spend the rest of her life trying to make up for all the pain he’d felt, all the horrible things that
had been visited upon him, all the things that had been torn from him, or from others in his name,
that she felt her own tears starting to spill. To cover, she spun around and nestled herself into the
crook of his arm, settling against his broad chest.

“Do you really think you’re...you’re healing w-when we... we...”

Be a grown-up, Meryl! Stop being a silly school girl!

“Do you really think that our...m-making love is healing your scars? I mean, has this happened
with anyone else?”

He was silent for too long and when she turned to look at his face, she found him red and staring
at the ceiling.

“Vash?”

Suddenly his cuticles were extremely interesting.

He found his tongue, but his cuticles still seemed to require close scrutiny.

“...um... that would kind of be hard to say ‘cause... ‘cause until I met you...”

He didn’t have to finish.

He hadn’t trusted another woman not to run screaming when she saw his scars.

But she’d told him a long time ago that she wouldn’t react that way. She hadn’t known how she
felt when she said it. She was just glad now that she had.

So, I was his first...

If she hadn’t known him so well (now), she would never have believed that. When she and Millie
had first met him, he’d painted himself the happy letcher. She’d never dreamed it was an act.

“That’s okay.” She smiled up at him. “I’m just glad you trusted me enough.”

She leaned down to place a kiss over the crosshatched scar that covered the left side of his chest,
curling into his side with a happy sigh. Idly, she wondered if she even wanted them to disappear.
Vash’s scars were a part of him.

She felt him lean forward and kiss the top of her head and she shivered.

I love him. I really do...

“Do you think we should talk to your doctor friend? Maybe he can help us figure out why this is
happening.”

“We could.” There was a pause and then she felt his body start to shake.

Was he laughing?

“We could, but in the meantime,” he giggled, then took a deep breath. His right hand strayed
from her arm to cup the swell of her breast, at first gently and then, playfully. “Wanna do some
experimenting?”

Why that little...

Biting her tongue to stifle her own laughter, she spun around and dug the fingers of both hands
into his sides.

“You want to experiment, huh?!”

Vash was rolling from side to side now, trying, without luck, to block her invading fingers. His
laughter was infectious - and she’d already been half-infected to begin with. She nipped at an
earlobe, hands still deep in his belly.

He wasn’t too helpless to roll her over onto her back.

“Yeah, I do...” Breathless with mirth, he’d still managed to divest her of the blanket and gather
her hands above her head. His lips were at her neck and now that he was settled against her, she
could feel him everywhere. “You got a problem with that?”

“N-no... N-not at all.” She gasped as Vash ground his hips against hers. “In fact, h-hurry...”

“Yes, m’am,” he whispered, ever obedient, even with the accompanying giggle.

With the blood roaring in her ears, and the feel of his smooth, flawed, hard body against her, she
let herself be swept away by the force of nature known as the humanoid typhoon.

Together, much later, they sleepily inspected his body for changes.

Finding a new patch of pink skin, she just shook her head, overwhelmed.

“I...I don’t get this at all...” Leaning forward, she kissed the spot, pleased when he shivered in
response.

“Me, neither.” He found another, what used to be a small hooked scar under his rib cage, a rock
thrown by a young boy, if she remember his stories right, and pointed to it.

Smiling, she bent to kiss this spot, as well.

“W-will you miss them,” she asked, poised above his skin, the feel of him still fresh on her lips.

She’d been afraid to ask him this, afraid he would miss them, afraid he’d come to see her as the
eraser of his history, afraid he’d disappear from her life again, some misguided notion in his
mind that leaving was the only way for him to keep himself from disappearing completely.

She’d been afraid.

But she needn’t have been.

“Nah.” His face was thoughtful, but his eyes danced. “They’re history. The past.” He grinned at
her. “I don’t need ‘em anymore.”

Maybe now he could stop torturing himself.

Without the constant reminders, maybe he could actually let himself be happy.

“Would you miss them?” His voice was small, as though he were afraid of her answer.

Pulling herself up on her elbows, she inspected his chest.

Over his heart, a particularly deep gouge was reinforced with a cage of wrought iron, riveted
right into his skin and the bone beneath. It was a shock of cold against her chest when he held
her, but it always warmed quickly enough. The angsty side of her had always seen that little cage
as the sign of his heart imprisoned, but now she saw it in a different light; maybe it was keeping
it under lock and key for her.

“Well...” Her tongue curled against the metal. She placed a lingering kiss there and in spite of the
fact that he could not have felt it, he shivered as if he had. “Maybe just this one...”

He laughed again, but the tone was husky and his hands were at her back, guiding her upward.

“Don’t worry, lady. I’m your’s. I’m your’s...”

She laughed.

He could read her mind when he tried.

Or maybe...maybe she was just too obvious not to be read.

Either way, she didn’t care...

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