Stupid Bitch By Choice

Despite your attempt at secrecy, the floorboards creaked under each step. You passed more rooms, each door one more closer to Vash's, until you reached the end of the hallway. Vash's door was identical to the ones you passed, except for the light shining out from under it.

You didn't knock so much as tap on the door quietly, feeling the wood grain under your nails. And silently it opened for you.

Vash stood on the other side, hushing you with a cheeky smile. He had changed out of his usual uniform into sweatpants and an old cotton shirt that was more hole than shirt. Through the Swiss cheesed fabric, you could catch glimpses of old puckered skin and dark grey scars. You briefly thought that this shirt and Vash had quite a bit in common before he pulled you inside.

You watched him peek outside, checking to ensure the hallway was clear before he closed the door. Then he gave you that cheeky boyish smile, like you two had just escaped a punishment together, and whispered, "Thanks for coming."

"Of course, is everything okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, everything's fine," he assured, making a soothing gesture with his hands. "I just figured..."

Vash paused. His face scrunched up as though he'd just done something incredibly embarrassing.

"You figured what?" You pressed.

"Well I just thought we could hang out..."

Without the group? Alone? You thought as your heart started to beat in your ears.

You suddenly realized you were the only two people in the room. It felt a lot smaller than it was, as if the walls themselves were pushing you and Vash closer. Maybe it was imaginary but you could just barely feel the heat coming off him. You rolled up your sleeves.

"Um, what do you want to do?" You asked slowly.

Vash swallowed and suddenly couldn't keep eye contact with you. He would briefly stare at you like you were on fire before glancing at the ceiling or walls. It dawned on you that perhaps a young man asking to meet in the middle of the night had less than pure intentions.

But this was also Vash. Infamous for his inability to make an actual move.

Not that you would mind him making a move. You'd traveled together long enough to see him shed that coat and show off the black undersuit. More specifically the way it showed off his chest and the endless scars running down his arms. One could just imagine tracing their fingertips over each one, riding the ruined flesh down to his hand.

Vash had held you before, though usually just to save your life or help you into a Tomas. He had warm and rough palms but rather delicate and slim fingers. The way they wrapped around your arm or waist was always gentle, always polite. Even now, when you could see his hand twitching out of ache to touch something, they stayed by his sides.

"We could play cards?" You offered.

"We...could," he said slowly.

"Is there something on your mind? Maybe something not so group friendly?"

Vash nodded like a child who'd been caught stealing.

"And maybe it doesn't have anything to do with Knives?" You questioned a bit more. Vash nodded again, his head hanging even lower. "Maybe it has something to do with me?"

"You're really good at this!" He said in shock. "Are you able to read my mind?"

"No, or I'd be able to see all your dirty thoughts," you teased.

To your surprise, a blush started to fill his entire face. Red spread from his cheeks all the way to his forehead until he was pure pink. Vash looked away and found a spot on the floor to stare at.

"I was just teasing!"

He huffed. "Fine, let's just play cards."

"Did you call me here to play cards?"

"Well I don't want you to think I invited you here for that!”

You blinked. "Invited me here for sex? Is that what you mean?"

Vash covered his face with a scream. "No! No, I mean-I just wanted to spend some time together!"

"Okay, okay," you soothed. "Let's just have a seat."

Without uncovering his face, Vash stumbled onto the bed. Then he peeked through his fingers at you - the blush still lingering.

There was a moment where the air shifted and a look of sadness wiped the rest of the blush away. His hands fell into his lap limply. Vash had that blank smile you'd come to dread when his hand came away. You felt your shoulders sink.

"Sorry," he said, a blanket apologize for his entire life.

"It's okay. Maybe we could just talk?" You sat with him on the bed. "How have you been?" You had only been next to him two-thirds of everyday for the past year. Vash shrugged, eyes staring at the peeling wallpaper.

You planted yourself in his lap. Vash could always stop you if he wanted. And with the way his hand reached for you, he wanted you to stay. “Just kiss me, Vash.”

He leaned forward slowly, giving you plenty of time to change your mind. When you didn’t, he cupped the your head and pulled you towards him. Vash's kisses were something cheeky. Gentle pecks at first, he kissed the corners of your mouth before meeting your lips proper. A heat soared through you as excitement filled your body.

Vash's lips were a little chapped, a slight drag on yours as he pushed another kiss onto you. Your hands touched his chest, thumbing through the holes in the cotton to his blazing skin.

A sparkling sensation ran down your spine as his hands touched your back and pulled you further into his lap. You couldn't help arching into Vash a little as you felt something hard press into your thigh. You were so aware of the layers between you two as his hand continued to brush across your shirt.

"You can go under my shirt-" You snuck out between kisses.

While he kissed you, his hands were very polite about slipping under your shirt and pressing across your stomach. You gasped at the contact, hot and cold all at once. His hands were still rough but they slid up your sides in a smooth manner. Vash stopped just below your breasts, thumbs rubbing the soft tissue there.

You were sure he could feel your heartbeat, especially when he pulled away to look you in the eyes. He was breathing a bit heavier but his gaze was serious.

"Are you okay with continuing?" He asked.

"I was the one who said we should kiss," you said.

Vash smiled a bit. "Yeah but...that's just kissing. And I was kinda hoping to do more than kissing."

"Yes, I want to go further. Much, much further."

"And you know you can tell me to stop at anytime?" Vash reasured.

Damn him for being so nice. The only thing you wanted was more of that simmering heat and he was being so steadfast in his morality.

You nodded, hoping the questions ended there as you drew him in for another kiss. He got the message, helping you out of your shirt before grabbing your waist again. You eased into him, letting your bodies press against each other. Vash managed to get your bra off, leaving you bare before him.

His eyes combed over every inch of you with wonder, followed soon by his hands. He ran his hands down your back as he brought you in for a kiss.

"You're beautiful." He nuzzled your chest to send the point home.

“You're beautiful," you swore to him, leaving no room for argument. To prove your point, you started to pull off his shirt. He let out a whimper of disapproval but otherwise let you rip it off him, helping you get his arms through.

It was quite a scene.

Despite your excitement, your soul sighed at the sight of the scars. Third degree burns left bright pink patches on his arms and his chest had been gouged by all manner of weaponry. He was lucky to be alive and you were grateful to have him there.

There was an artistic side of you though, one that traced your finger in loops along the ruined skin. Brushing your thumbs against what were once great gashes without hesitation. Even if Vash twitched at every touch, you didn't flinch at any bump or rough edge.

Vash's face was red again as he looked away. "Sorry. I know it's a lot."

"Yeah it is hot," you teased. He let out a yowl, hiding his face. "Oh stop it! I'm serious, I love it!"

"...Yeah?" He curled out a bit.

"Yeah," you whispered, settling in his lap again. You brought his hands back to your sides as you kissed him again.

Perhaps emboldened by your touching, Vash finally brushed against your breasts. He was gentle in massaging them, never squeezing for a moment or two. His thumbs brushed over your nipples, releasing a gentle buzz through your system.

He leaned down to kiss your breasts lightly. Each kiss made your nipples tingle. Vash licked one, his tongue sliding over the mound to elicit a twitch from you before sucking lightly. Your hands met his shoulders to keep control of him as he continued to kissand squeeze your breasts.

Without thinking, you sat back against him, looking for a bit of fiction and finding it in his hips. Vash released your chest to wrap an arm around your waist. He pulled you down against his cock straining in his sweatpants with a soft moan.

The first contact was something intense. A shudder ran through you as you felt his cock press against your underwear. Even through your panties, you felt the length press against your folds, meaning it must be quite something.

As the thought was flooding your mind, Vash switched breasts. You felt him gently bring his teeth over your nipple and a soft rush flooded you to your fingertips. It was natural for you to sigh and cradle his head as you two moved together.

You became very aware he still had pants on as you tried to grind down just a little harder, to have more of his thigh brush against your tingling heat. Finally, as just the right angle, you could feel him brush your clit. Vash's grip became insistent as he pulled your hips together.

He kissed you again and a warmth blossomed between you two. It was like Vash wanted to consume you, rolling your hips together and pressing his lips to yours.

"Ah-" Vash let out a small moan before he bit his lip. You kissed him again to open him up and were rewarded with a soft, "Yes..."

Vash stopped suddenly, reaching between you two and under your skirts to tug on your underwear. You helped him get them off you without breaking the kiss. He rubbed your inner thighs with long smooth strokes until you were pushing against him.

Between your skirt, Vash stroked your pussy. Your thighs clamped around his hand as you felt yourself clench around nothing. He gently pulled your legs apart to rub his thumb against your clit. He kept your thighs open as they tried to twitch closed, lavishing your clit in soft strokes.

You bit your lip, rolling your hips into his hand. For a fraction of a second, you thought you saw Vash smirk.

"That's it," he whispered. Vash kissed your neck as you pressed against him. The heat was building in you as he kissed up to you ear. "You're doing so well for me."

"Kn-knock it-" You tried to tease back but he pushed the tip of a finger into you. Something in you squeezed around it hopelessly before he returned to massaging your clit.

A warmth crept up your neck like the flame was trying to escape you. Your body twisted and bounced trying to feel something more than the petting touches. Your breath came in pants as you mewled against him.

"Are you going to cum?" Vash smiled down at you. You blushed and hid your face in his shoulder as you shuddered at a particular swipe of his thumb. He pet your back with his other hand, the soothing gesture in contrast with the wicked way his fingers kept pressing into you.

Just as your pussy tightened again, he slid his middle finger into you. It was an absolutely blissful pressure and feeling it slide in and out of you was delightfully dirty. It was Vash's hands after all and it felt safe to just melt in them.

So you let yourself rest against him with a happy sigh. He added a finger, testing with a few pumps before looking at you for approval. You wanted something more than his hands but two fingers were a good start.

Vash was doing a good job of keeping your mind free of anything but him, dragging the pads of his fingers against your walls. The hand on your back melted you into a puddle as he kept fingering your dripping core.

With a soft sigh, Vash pulled away and you got to see how his blue eyes contrasted with his bubblegum blush. He kissed your lips gently and whispered, "Guess it’s about time we do this.'"

"Yes," you moaned back. "Yes, it is!"

"Heh, sorry. I just wanted to make sure you were ready," he said bashfully. Vash shimmed out of his sweats a bit. Just enough to pull himself free of his boxers and let his cock slap against your thigh.

As you fought down the blush, you were a bit intrigued by it. The head of his cock was a similar color to his blush and preceded a thick pale shaft. It was maybe six or seven inches, quite large by most standards. You wrapped your hand around it, just getting your fingers around the girth. A single pump and Vash was bucking wildly into your first.

"I'm getting kinda-ah-I thought we said it was time!" He stammered as you stroked his cock.

"I'm getting a feel for it."

Vash laughed awkwardly. "You'll feel it, I'm sure."

Your eyes meet. There was a silence with nothing but you two breathing. The whole world stood still to be with you two in the moment before.

Then you got on your knees, shuffling some of the blankets away, and guided his cock to your soft pussy. The tip of his cock slipped against your folds and on your aching clit. You steadied yourself and let the tip slide into you.

His hands flew to your hips to help balance you and his fingers dug into the flesh of your ass. With a deep breath, you sank down onto Vash's cock slowly. It filled you inch by satisfying inch. Your pussy welcomed it with a tight hug as you settled into his lap.

It was clear Vash could take it from there, holding you with one arm and letting you fall back onto the bed. With Vash on top, it was easier for him to roll his hips into you and give you that last bit of his cock you’d missed.

He thrust into you slowly and pulled out even slower, languishing in the way you squeezed him. Each slow fuck was better than the last. Vash's cock rubbed deep inside you before pressing against somewhere enlightening.

Your entire body lit up like the dashboard of a dying car as he thrust again. You grabbed his shoulders before pulling him down for another kiss. His hands gripped your hips as the thrusts came faster. Tapping against your core harder and without relent, his cock was gliding against all the nerves of your pussy.

The sound of your hips meeting became audible with a shift of Vash's hips. A tight knot formed in your stomach. Through the haze of pleasure, you could hear Vash softly moaning in your ear. Your pussy squeezing around him as hot bright pleasure fluttered your middle. You were gasping for air as he continued to make that pressure build in you.

"Good, this feels so-" Vash cut himself off with gasping cry. "This is! I love you!"

He didn't seem to notice the confession, slamming against your G-spot without care for if you'd like to respond. The bed scrapped against the floor with each movement as you two lost yourself in each other.

In your stomach, fluttering with delight, you felt that knot start to become a little too tight. You started to lose your grasp on anything but his cock thrusting in and out of you. Your head started to blur into nothing but Vash and the pleasure he was wringing from your pussy.

"Vash-" You whimpered softly in his arms.

Vash nodded and released your hip. He dragged one hand down your side and over your stomach to your twitching core. His thumb started rubbing your clit in contrastingly slow circles. Your back ached, desperate to feel more of him against you.

He kissed you for the final time as that knot snapped and washed his love over you. Your body hummed as he continued rolling your hips together. Then Vash let out a high whimper before you felt something hot gush inside you. It was just enough to make your toes curl as he rode out his orgasm with long strokes against your gripping pussy.

He pulled out with a shuddering sigh. "I-"

You rushed to carass his cheek. "I'm not worried about that...just...hush."

In a boneless heap, Vash collapsed beside you and pulled you to his chest like a lifelong security blanket. In turn, you relaxed into him, throwing a leg over his. As you both tried to quietly catch your breath, you could feel Vash's warmth like it was sunshine on a cool day.

WIth his arms wrapped around you and the lingering high making you feel a bit silly, you buried your face into his chest. In the moment Vash smelled like sweat and basic body soap. Sensory bliss engulfed you as easily as sleep did.

As you let your eyelids slide shut, you felt Vash stroking your back again, softly petting you before whispering, "I meant it, you know."

You snapped awake. You sat up before reaching down and holding his cheeks. "I was distracted before. I love you too...I mean it. I love you, Vash. Genuinely and truly and not just because we had great sex."

He gave you a tired smile that reached his eyes. "Thank you, I love you too." Vash's cheeks got red again and he looked away before he asked, "You're gonna stay and cuddle though, right?"

"Yes, oh yes!" You settled back into Vash's arms comfortably. The moon peeked through his curtains at the lovers nestled together. A sigh you'd been holding for years came off your chest as you wrapped your arms around him.

There was a lot of trouble ahead of you both but fear held no captive in your heart. Maybe things weren't going to be okay. Maybe there's isn't love on Gunsmoke.

You decided start making Vash wear chapstick anyways. Even if he demands you kiss him to put it on.