@timewept : " i know it's hard to resist, but . . . could you go just a little easier on the cheeks ? " ( vash @ wolfwood )
"If ya know why I'm doing it then ya know why I can't do that, Blondie." Freedom was soon granted after the request, but only after squeezing just a little tighter on those stupidly soft cheeks on that impossibly cute face that'd had him distracted first thing in the morning. It was only fair in Nicholas' mind, an eye for an eye... or something like that. He sure couldn't focus long enough to figure out what the hell phrase would work here in the moment.
Honestly, what else was he supposed to do when they were just there and taunting him on this fool's pretty face that was perfectly haloed by the warm, golden rays of the rising sun filtering in through the dirty curtains? How was he supposed to fight off how the scene so deeply instilled a true belief in the divine that this sorry soul had long abandoned because he knew if angels were real they sure as hell had to look like wispy, blond hair and clear, blue eyes and pitiful, sad, painfully sincere smiles?
"Such a baby, always whinin'." Maybe it was the fact it was still early and the world hadn't pissed him off just yet, or maybe it was just that little something in his chest Nicholas couldn't bring himself to put a name to that made it a little harder to breathe the more time he spent around Vash the Stampede, but he's pretty much already given into the fact he may be just as much a damn fool as the man in front of him so it was getting a little easier to let himself reach out again- gentler this time- to grab for Vash's face and lean in to press a kiss to the tinge of red blossoming over where his fingers had abused the skin mere moments ago and avidly ignoring whatever matching shade his own may be taking on.
"Better? Or am I gonna have t'pull out a first aid kit for your delicate ass?"
