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Not Quite Worthless	By : Scathach Category: +S to Z > Trigun Views: 6672 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ahem: Limey stuff ahead�nothing too explicit.
Chapter 6
After the night of the party, Meryl felt like her whole world had gone off-kilter. Between working at the restaurant and helping Millie out at home, she was exhausted. And Vash always managed to keep her off-balance these days.
Sometimes she came home to find a tiny flower on her pillow. Other times, he would glide calloused fingers along her skin when no one else was looking. This left her both red-faced and flustered, and unable to explain why to a concerned Millie and an amused Knives.
Meryl was never sure how to act. He said he wasn�t toying with her, but deep down she simply couldn�t believe that Vash was flirting with her. Her, uptight insurance girl Meryl! This lack of self-confidence kept her from being able to respond to his overtures the way she would have liked, instead reducing her to a blushing, stammering mess.

Well, she thought ruefully, I wanted his attention. And now I don�t know what to do with it.

Her eyes followed him as he played in front of the house with some neighborhood children. She was on the window seat, leaning her arms on the sill. The sun hit his hair, making it shine a mellow gold. She heard his laughter and smiled in response. She never got a chance to really just sit and watch him, and she was glad she took the time now. Millie was napping, Knives was in his room, so that left Meryl alone to watch the man she loved.

He turned away from her in response to one of the children, and she feasted on the long lines of his body. His shoulders were broad, and tapered to a firm waist and lean hips. Although lanky, he was quite well muscled, given his hundred-plus years of wandering. Following the line of his back down to his waist, she briefly wondered if his ass was as nicely muscled as the rest of him.

He turned suddenly as if he had heard her thoughts. He grinned at her, and she gave a sheepish wave in return.

I wonder if he heard? She thought to herself.

�Probably. You were loud enough about it.� Knives said off-handedly as he passed her on the way to the kitchen.

Meryl felt the blood rush to her face, and she quickly hid her embarrassment behind anger. �Get out of my head, Knives! Mind your own goddamn business.�

Knives stepped back into the living room, unperturbed. He held a plate of cookies in one hand and a glass of milk in the other. Apparently, he liked chocolate chip cookies as much as his brother liked donuts. The plant would not stand for store bought, and demanded them either bakery fresh or homemade. Luckily, Millie didn�t mind the extra baking. She found that a constant supply of cookies helped with her frequent snack cravings.

�I can hardly help it when you broadcast like that. It would be like not hearing you when you�re shouting right next to me.� He slanted her a look. �Your mental voice is as disagreeable as your physical one.�

Meryl gritted her teeth, trying her best to keep her temper. She didn�t want to wake Millie, and she knew it hurt Vash to see them argue as often as they did. �Knives�just go back to whatever you were doing and leave me alone.� She turned back to the window and stared blindly at Vash and the children.

�You�ll die, you know.� He said conversationally.

Meryl paled. Was he�?

�I�m not threatening you. I don�t have to. It�s a fact. You will die, and Vash will live, looking the same as he does now. We have already lived more than five of your lifespans. What makes you think you have a chance with my brother?� Knives asked calmly. He sat down and dunked his cookie in the milk, somehow managing to keep from dripping on himself.

As she stared at him, stricken, he continued matter of factly, �That�s if he even bothered to stay with you that long. You are hardly the type to capture the attention of a superior being for any significant amount of time.�

Meryl wanted to scream at him, to put him in his place, to hurt him like he was hurting her, but she could only sit there as his hateful words dropped calmly from his lips in between bites of cookies and milk.

She began to tremble; she wanted to do or say something, anything to take that smug look off his face. �If I�m not worth the attention of a superior being, then go away. Stay out of my business.�

�My brother is my business.�

�Yes�to a point.� Meryl�s voice began to rise. �You�re twins, not the same person! You don�t have to share everything! Find something to do! Get your own friends! Get your own hobbies! Get your own goddamn life, Knives! Stop obsessing over Vash and let him live!�

Knives jerked, taken aback by her vehemence. He recovered quickly, scowling. �You don�t understand anything. You couldn�t possibly understand.� Leaving his plate and glass on the coffee table, he stood. �And that�s why you�ll never have him.� He stalked off, the sound of a slamming door following his exit.

Meryl drew her knees up to her face, the view out the window blurred by her tears. Now even that simple pleasure was lost to her. Goddamn clingy drama queen plant. She knew better than to believe anything he said�didn�t she?

As much as she fought it, a wave of despair washed over her. She remembered as a small child being able to curl up on her mother or father�s lap, and how their embrace made all her problems seem to recede.

Not having a lap handy, she supposed to would have to settle for curling up in her bed and pulling the covers over her head.
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Vash finally gave up. The tension he could feel back at the house was too much for him to be able to ignore any longer. He had a feeling that Knives was broadcasting intentionally, but he didn�t think Meryl knew he could sense her emotions. He hadn�t brought it up, because he didn�t want to make her uncomfortable. There were already enough differences between them, Vash didn�t want her to be afraid that her mind was not her own.

He made his excuses to the kids and began the short walk back. It had been pretty nice there for a while, as he played with the kids and Meryl ogled him. He blushed slightly; some of those thoughts had been pretty intense. He loved the fact that she still fantasized about his body even after having seen his scars.

He pushed open the front door to see Meryl huddled on the window seat, obviously upset. She jumped up at his entry and wiped her eyes.

�Damn dust.� She sniffled. �Stupid Knives left his dishes. I�ll just take them back to the kitchen.� She got up, hoping he would take the hint and leave her alone. Instead, he pulled her into him, sitting down on the couch his brother had recently vacated. After a half-hearted struggle, she let him pull her onto his lap.

She sat there stiffly, him to start in immediately with uncomfortable questions. But a few moments passed, and he did nothing but continue to hold her. Slowly, she began to relax, and was able to enjoy the feel of his arms around her. He�d carefully arranged her so that her head wasn�t resting on his chest grate, although she could feel it underneath her hand.

�Does it hurt?� she asked. At his questioning look, she elaborated. �All those implants; all that metal�does it hurt?�

He shook his head. �Not really. I�m used to it now.�

They were quiet another few moments. Then Meryl blurted out, �Knives is being a jerk again.�

Then she groaned. Very mature, Stryfe.

�I�gathered.� Vash said carefully. �You want to tell me what bothered you so much this time?�

�What do you mean, this time?� Meryl scowled.

�I mean, he usually irritates you, or makes you angry�but you�ve never let him hurt you before.� He responded simply. �So what was it?�

Meryl hesitated; she was still shy about speaking of their burgeoning relationship out loud. �He said�that I would never understand you. That I couldn�t keep your attention for any amount of time. That my lifespan was like nothing to you.�

Vash was silent for a moment. �You�you�re one of the only people who�s ever tried to understand and accept who and what I am.� He gave a shaky laugh. �In over one hundred and thirty years�that has been one of the most precious gifts I�ve ever received.

�I don�t know how long I�m going to live,� he said, �but I don�t think I ever could forget you.�

Meryl raised her head to look at him. His eyes were already on her, with a slight smile curving his lips. The grin widened as he pulled his legs closer to his body, raising Meryl�s face closer to his own. She blinked�was this actually happening, or was she going to open her eyes and find herself sitting in the window seat daydreaming again?

Vash lowered his face to hers, and paused. �Are you going to hit me for this?�

She responded, �For trying or for stopping in the middle?�

�Any excuse to hit me�� he murmured, before lowering his mouth onto hers. His lips were warm and soft and moist�and there was no awkwardness or fumbling quality to his touch.

Meryl ran her hand into the hair at his nape, and gently rubbed her fingers through his hair and along his skin. Her other hand remained on his chest, lightly feeling his scars through the rough-spun material. His prosthetic hand rested on her knee, raising goose bumps as it rasped her bare skin. The other hand was still around her back, moving in soothing circles as he continued to kiss her.

Meryl couldn�t believe how good he felt. He was warm and firm, and he was obviously doing his best not to rush her. Eager to deepen the kiss, she wrapped both arms around his neck. Pulling herself against him more firmly, she lightly flicked her tongue across his lips. He responded with a happy sound, and returned the gesture, his tongue darting out to tease hers.

She�d run both her hands into his hair by now, and was enjoying the soft feel of it between her fingers. One of his hands had run up to her hip, while the other lightly stroked the skin at her neck. She was getting a little uncomfortable turned in his lap like that, so she rose and quickly faced him, kneeling on the couch so that her legs were pressed against the outside of his, all without breaking the kiss.

This new, more intimate position was almost too much for him. Vash began running his hands up and down the sides of her legs, doing his best not to stray into any dangerous areas. It was hard though�he never realized how arousing the sound of a woman�s breathing could be.

Meryl, on the other hand, very much wanted his hands in one particular spot, and began getting frustrated when he continually skirted the area without delivering. Finally, she took his hands and placed them firmly on her ass, giving a sigh of pleasure when he began to knead and massage the flesh beneath his hands.

�Mmm�� she murmured.

Vash broke off the kiss and began nibbling at her neck. Meryl gasped in surprise, gripping his upper arms tightly. This man, this sometimes awkward, goofy man who couldn�t hold his liquor and cried at the drop of a hat was now working his lips over her neck as though looking for water in the desert. Every single spot was thoroughly examined, and by the time he stopped, dropping a kiss on her shoulder, she was shaking and biting her lip to keep from calling out.

All that could be heard was heavy breathing, and the occasional muffled whimper from Meryl. She was hot and trembly and achy and restless and she didn�t know why they had stopped.

�Knives is coming out here.� Vash answered her unspoken lament. �I�d rather not have him walk in on us.�

Meryl nodded, her face buried in his neck. She could feel him shiver as her hot breath hit his skin. Relaxing, she let herself drop back onto his lap.

Which turned out to be a mistake. Vash groaned, and Meryl�s need flared up again as she came into contact with the evidence of her effect on him. They stared at each other helplessly for a moment.

�Can�t you tell Knives to go away?� she whispered.

Vash closed his eyes in frustration, his hips rising almost involuntarily to press against her. She gave a soft, broken cry and dug her nails into his arms, and he tightened his hold on her.

�Please, trust me. It�s not the right time yet.� He loosened his grip and lifted her slightly off his lap. �Yet.�

Balancing on shaky legs, she straightened her clothes and gave him an unstable smile. �I understand. I�ll just go�somewhere.�

Vash reached out a hand and stroked her cheek, the only part of her he trusted himself to touch right now. His eyes followed her as she made her dazed way back to her room.

He closed his eyes and covered his face. He had been mad at Knives before. Even enraged. But he was discovering what millions of teenagers before him had discovered: there is no rage like rage fueled by interrupted lust. Vash briefly wondered if he could still form his angel arm, even though he had left both of their guns in the desert after their fight.

He felt Knives� surprise and hurt at Vash�s angry thought.

:I�ve got to do something with all this energy.: Vash responded flippantly. He gingerly reached down to adjust himself.

Knives came into view in the doorway, shaking his head in a scolding manner. :Why not put your energies to better use?:

:Better than what I was doing?: Vash slanted a look at his brother. :You�ve never been with a girl, have you?:

Knives frowned. :You are so juvenile.:

Vash jumped up, his own discomfort forgotten. �I�m right, aren�t I?� He howled with glee. �You�ve never been with a girl.�

�Now, Mr. Vash, that isn�t very nice.� Millie chided as she walked in. �You shouldn�t make fun of your brother for that.� She was the epitome of impending motherhood. Sometimes it seemed as if one hand was spot-welded to her belly and the other to her lower back.

Vash gave one last snicker and was quiet. He couldn�t feel bad about it, not when Knives had purposefully interrupted his time with Meryl.

Millie�s eyes lit up at the sight of the cookies Knives had left after his earlier argument with Meryl. Popping one into her mouth she continued, �Maybe he just isn�t ready yet. He�s not as outgoing as you are, Mr. Vash.�

Knives felt the entire situation spinning out of his control, and turned to leave. He was tired of brooding in the room, so he made his way to the back porch.

Vash fought back a guffaw as he saw his brother leave. He turned back to Millie who was currently finishing off the last of the cookies.

�I wonder if we have any more chicken?�

Vash blinked at the subject change. �No, Meryl used it for stew when Knives caught that cold.�

�Would you mind going to store and getting some more?� Millie asked. �I really want some fried chicken tonight.�

�Sure.� Vash said. �Are we out of anything else?�

�Meryl always keeps the list on the fridge.� Millie responded.

�I�ll see if she wants to go.� He said absently. Maybe he could make the earlier interruption up to her with a banana sundae.

�Why don�t you take Knives?� Millie suggested. She grinned. �He needs to relax.� She took the empty plate into the kitchen, calling out behind her. �Maybe he�ll meet someone.�

Vash smiled, confused. Something was a little off about her statement, but his mind didn�t want to process it.

It wasn�t until he was walking into town with Knives that it hit him. And it hit him hard, causing him to stumble, much to his brother�s disgust.
Had Millie really suggested that his brother needed to get laid?
A/N: I�m sorry, but Vash is not a virgin in this one. I hang around with too many guys to ever believe one could stay a virgin for over 130 years. Not when he�s had regular contact with people over that time...and our boy does like his liquor. He�s not gonna be a slut or anything, but I could see him having had a few experiences. I can definitely see Knives being a virgin, though, since he seems to have spent his entire life avoiding human contact.
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