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Daily Special

by Jaina and Arafel

"Ip>"I'm only just getting started," Vash whispered, and pushed her blouse aside to let
his lips close over her breast. Meryl purred and ran her fingers through his hair as
he sucked and teased first one nipple and then the other to a stiff peak.
"I did miss you," she murmured. "I missed having you touch me like this. I miss-" Her
words were cut off by a groan as Vash reached between her legs, rubbing lightly at her
again. "I miss that."
"Me, too." Vash licked at her throat, then pulled back. "But..."
Meryl glared. "But what?"
"Are you sure you want to do this here?" Vash hesitated. "I mean... you do work here,
and this isn't the most equipped place..."
Meryl thought about it. If she had heard about any of her co-workers doing the same
thing, she would have been appalled. All she knew right now was that Vash was here
and she wanted him very badly. And in all fairness, she probably wasn�t the first
employee of the restaurant to engage in after-hours shenanigans.
"No," she said decisively, pulling him into her arms for another kiss. "I want you,
Vash. Right now. If this damned desk is all we have, then we'll use it."
Vash chuckled low in his throat and laid her down on the surface, boosting himself up
on one knee to follow her. Right on cue, the desk creaked dangerously in a long,
drawn-out groan, indicating thay moy more weight would result in imminent structural
collapse. �I don�t think this is a good idea,� he said, backing down. Meryl growled.
�Where else, then?� she asked, and then a wicked smile spread over her face. �You
did have a good idea earlier, you know.�
�Earlier? What do you � oh.� Remembering, Vash scooped her up in his arms, and
Meryl wrapped her arms around his neck as he carried her into the main bar.
�Naughty girl. What would your boss say?�
�The same thing he�d say if he knew we did it on his desk,� she replied, tartly.
�Probably, �you�re fired.��
Vash snickered. �That�s your boss�s desk?� The grin on Meryl�s face got wider, and
he laughed outright. �Who would ever have thought you�d do that?�
�I had a good teacher in terms of getting in trouble.� Meryl squeaked a little
as Vash set her down on the polished tin surface of the bar. �Cold!�
He conside �W �Wait a moment.� A few minutes later, he came back with a handful
of seat cushions from the spare chairs in the back. �How�s this?�
�Perfect.� Meryl arranged the cushions behind her while Vash climbed up after her.
�Now, where were we?� he murmu lea leaning over her.

AbouAbout here.� Meryl took his right hand and placed it back between her legs.
He slipped his hand under her panties and sank one finger into the warm wetness, and
she gasped, closing her eyes.
"Do you like that?" Vash asked softly, slowly moving his finger over her and adding
another. "I love feeling you like this," he added, kissing her exposed belly. "Knowing
that you want me... it gets me hard like nothing else."
Meryl moaned and ran her hands down his shoulders. "Vash, please... I need more..."
Hold on." Vash moved off her and Meryl was ready to sit up and smack him one out
of frustration when she felt his hands move up under her skirt and expertly undo the
snaps on the tops of her stockings. One tantalizing inch at a time, he rolled her
stockings down her legs, letting his fingers trail down the insid her her thigh. Once
both of them were off, Vash turned his attention to her panties, pulling them away and
sliding them down. "That's much better," he murmured, pushing her skirt and petticoats
up around her hips. "Much, much better." His last words were part of a caress as he
lowered his mouth between Meryl's legs, kissing up one thigh until he reached the
junction.
A small part of Meryl's mind scolded her, telling her that lying panty-less on a
bar while receiving oral gratification from her lover was cheap and trashy. She told
the voice to shut the hell up, and when Vash's tongue darted out to taste her she
couldn't think in words at all. She gasped and arched her back, trying to resist the
urge to press harder against him.
Encouraged by her response, Vash probed deeper with his tongue, parting her folds
with his hands to expose the tiny nub of swollen flesh inside. He made warm wet circles
around it, breaking rhythm every so often to tease the hidden point under the hood.
Meryl whimpered helplessly, her hips rocking slowly on the bar.
�Oh god, Vash, please,� she moaned, �please...�
Raising his head for a better angle, Vasund und his arms around her legs to hold her
iace,ace, and began to stroke more firmly, his tongue moving in short hard strokes over
her. Her cries echoed in the open room, more desperate with every passing moment, and
Vash redoubled his efforts.
Meryl shook under his expert ministrations, mindful of the drop to the floor but
unable to restrain the bucking of her hips. The pleasure washing up from her groin was
intense, all-consuming � but then, Vash was special like that, and damn but she hadn�t
even liked this kind of thing before him � and then any coherent thought scattered under
the sudden surge of an orgasm that lifted her hips right off the bar. There was a time
when she might have been ashamed of the sounds coming from her throat, but it felt so
good that she didn�t care if the whole town heard. Shaking, she collapsed onto the
cushions, one arm across her eyes.
A lightening of the pressure on her legs told her that Vash had sat up, and when she
could manage it, Meryl cracked one eye open to see him perched on the bar, still ready
and very pleased with himself. �That sounded like a good one,� he teased, running a hand
over her lower belly.
�It was,� she whispered, and shut her eyes again. After hearing a thump, she opened
her eyes to see that Vash had hopped off the bar and was looking with interest at the
neatly-lined up rows of bottles.
"Don't think this is an open bar," Meryl warned him. "I'll have to pay for it if
the boss notices the inventory loss."
"Just a little nip." Vash snagged a glass and poured himself a shot, downing it
quickly. "I think I've earned that. But just this one - gotta keep the waitress satisfied."
Meryl smirked. "As long as that's all. You wouldn't want to hinder your performance."
She glanced downwards and couldn't hold in a giggle. "Do you have any idea how silly you look?"
Vash glanced down at his pants, which displayed a sizeable bulge. "Don't make fun of
me," he whined. "You're the one who's tormenting me."
"And whatever could I do to remedy that?"
He came closer. "I can think of one or two things."
When he came near enough, Meryl reached out to touch him through his pants. Vash
made an encouraging noise in his throat and she undid the button of his jeans, sliding
the zipper down. She resisted the urge to have another giggle at his ducky boxers.
�I know what you�re thinking,� he grumbled, as Meryl pushed his jeans down off his hips. �Why do you think my underwear is so funny?�
She couldn�t suppress a smile. �Because there are very few people on this planet who
would believe that Vash the Stampede wears ducky boxers.�
Vash wriggled, and there was a soft heavy thump as his pants fell off the bar.
�If you�d hurry up, Vash the Stampede wouldn�t be wearing ducky boxers any more.�
�So impatient,� she teased, but her hands were already sliding down his stomach
to dip below the waistline of his shorts. Vash�s eyes fluttered closed, and he sighed
happily when Meryl�s fingers closed around him and began to touch.
�This would be better if you took these off,� he complained, pressing against her.
She traced the head of his erection with one fingertip. �You did sayas tas tormenting
you. I�m living up to your expectations.� He growled isponsponse, and Meryl laughed.
�All right, all right.�
Once the boxers had joined Vash�s pants and Meryl�s stockings on the floor,
Vash crawled over her, pushing her back onto the cushions. Meryl turned her attention
to the buttons down the front of his shirt, letting them fall open one by one.
�You really are all man,� she murmured, caressing the hard muscles of his chest and
back. �And, you have a great ass.� An appreciative squeeze accompanied her statement.
Vash kissed her deeply as he used his hands to position her hips, letting her legs fall
open. "Did I ever tell you nailing a waitress on a bar was a fantasy of mine?" he asked,
stroking her with his fingertips.
Meryl wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "Any particular waitress?"
"A short, sexy one," Vash replied. "You know, you're still wearing too much."
Meryl held him tight. "Don't you dare stop," she admonished. "I want you, Vash.
Right now."
Vash didn't waste any more words. After double-checking his balance, he entered
her slowly. He paused before sliding out again and Meryl sighed, relishing the feeling
of them together like this. She always savored his moment, just after he was inside her.
Nothing else mattered and no one else existed. It was just him, just her, and the
pleasure theyatedated together.
Meryl moaned as Vash moved again and he leaned in, his lips against her ear.
"Do you like this, Meryl?" he murmured. "How does this make you feel?"
�I don�t know,� she said, trying to maintain a seductive tone even as the pleasure
between her legs started to make it hard to think. �How does it make you feel? It�s
probably about the same.�
Vash leaned down and nipped her on the neck. �You know whau aru are to me, insurance
girl,� he said. �But damn, I�d be lying if I said I didn�t love to do this with you.
Sometimes, you�re all I can think about.�
She closed her eyes and tried to catch her breath. �They did warn me that you were a
pervert, Mr. Vash the Stampede.�
Vash thrust forward, forcing a moan out of Meryl�s throat. �Who would have thought
that you were one too?�
�I�ll get you for that,� Meryl whispered, and wrapped her legs around his back.
Any further threats were cut off when he kissed her, hard, and they started to rock
together in earnest.
It was a dingy old bar, and it was a crappy place to work, but Meryl was sure that the
sex couldn�t have been any better if they had been in the poshest thomasdown bed in
December City. It always surprised her how compatible they were, considering the
differences in height and age and all the rest of it, but there was no question that
her lover was talented. And, she thought, the best part was that Vash reciprocated the
feeling.
Meryl pressed her hips against Vash as he thrust into her and the bar creaked
ominously. "Careful," she breathed as he continued his motions. "Don't... wanna fall..."
Vash grinned from above her, his sweaty palms pressed against the bar top. "Don't
worry," he murmured. "We're just... fine..."
The movement of his hips took on a greater urgency and M clo closed her eyes, lost
in the sensation. Nothing else mattered but the feeling of him deep inside her. There
was no scandalous behavior, no peril of falling, just male and female joining together
in the most primal way.
With every motion, the pillows underneath them shifted towards one end of the bar,
the sound of fabric on wood keeping time with Vash�s hard breathing and her soft cries.
Meryl reached out and closed one shaking hand over the brass rail on the bar, as much to
give herself some focus as to keep them from moving all the way to the wall. Their
loving had so many personalities � sometimes sweet and slow, sometimes intense,
sometimes a fun quickie on the lunch break at home � but it was the complete loss of
self into the other that she liked the best. Whether it was Vash�s naughtiness or the
forced deprivation or both that was causing it tonight, she didn�t know, but the
feeling of oneness engulfed her while his rapid thrusts pushed her body towards orgasm.
Meryl opened her eyes ee hee her lover again before the wave could take her, and fell
in love with Vash all over again at what she could see in his face. Perfect love, perfect
pleasure � and that wonderful gold hair falling over half-lidded green eyes, stray locks
darkened with sweat. There was enough sense left in her to wonder again wouldould ever
have thought this was possible before the world contracted to a single point of desire,
and then the movement of him inside her brought her climax crashing down, her arms around
his neck, and her head tossing helplessly on the scruffy corduroy cushion.
Deep groans escaped Vash's throat as he continued his thrusting. He was moving within
her, still seeking his release. Meryl wrapped her arms around him, pulling him against
her and encouraging him with murmurs. The movement of his hips was fast and shallow, and
the body moving against hers was taut with tension. Meryl moved with him, urging him on,
and then - "Meryl," he whispered once, twice, and her name was lost to moans as he came,
surging into her, his mouth pressed against her neck.
They held each other for long minutes as their breathing slowed, and the empty room
was once n sin silent enough that the only noise was the steady dripping of the faucet
behind the bar.
After a while, Vash lifted himself up and gave her a soft kiss before pulling out,
and she was a little sorry at the loss of their most intimate connection. A warm rush
spilled out in his absence, and Meryl sat up and put a hand over the trouble area.
�Um... Vash?�
�Hm?� He glanced over at her, preoccupied with recovering his pants.
�Give me a handful of those cocktail napkins, please?�
�What do you need those for... oh.� Vash looked both embarrassed and pleased with
himself. �Here.�
�Thanks.� She cleaned herself up, amazed as always at how much mess sex made when
everything was said and done. �Do you want some?�
�Whiskey?� Vash asked, hopefully.
�No, idiot, napkins.� He took them with a snort, and then fished for his boxers and
clothes. Meryl followed his lead but didn't bother with her stockings.
"That was wonderful," Vash purred, sidling up to her and sliding his arms around her
waist.
"Mmm." Meryl leaned into his snuggle before pulling away and walking around the bar
to a small cabinet in the corner.
"What are you doing?" Vash asked, mystified.
Meryl held up a rag and a small spray bottle. "Cleaning." She removed the cushions
they'd lain on and began scrubbing the varnished sur.
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