Out of the dark and into the light

[gunsnpudding]

Who: gunsnpudding and not_a_bluesbro
What: Unrepentant fluff.
When: Night of the mass draft returning
Where: Trigun Apartment
Summary: Wolfwood comes home from the draft all banged up and finds someone's been sleeping in his bed.
Rating: Rated U for UST. PG-13 for probable smooches, and Preachers having impure thoughts.

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[not_a_bluesbro]

[And Wolfwood is dozing lightly himself, entirely unaware that he'd gone from jungle to village within moments. Instead he just turns over, annoyed at heat. This stupid jacket, it was damn near smothering him. So he wriggles out of it, and rolls again.

Much better.

...]

[not_a_bluesbro]

[Wait.

He grunts from the effort, arms sore and battered. The room's dark-the swirling kind of dark, and not the blind kind, thank the Lord-and there's no sound of rain. Just the distinct sound that silence makes: a hum that normally means solitariness. But when he rubs his eyes with thumb and index, he hears the rustle of a pillow top, and turns on his elbow.]

... Milly?

[What-? When? How?]

[gunsnpudding]

[She feels the mattress dip beneath the weight of someone else, then hears a familiar voice and she's suddenly awake. She snaps on the bedside lamp.]

[gunsnpudding]

[She blinks for a second, lets her eyes adjust to the light, and the second that they do? She squeaks happily and flings herself onto him.]

Mr. Priest!

[She's completely on top of him, and now that he's here she peppers his face with kisses, stopping only to speak broken sentences.]

Oh my sweetheart-

-are you-

-you're back?

-you're really-

-really back?

Are you hurt? You're not hurt are you?

[not_a_bluesbro]

[Oh god oh god, I'm being attacked by-by love.

...

Could be worse. But still.]

Ihhh-tch-tch-tch-careful, careful! I'm tender!

[And he can't tell if Milly throwing her weight on him is comforting or painful yet. It was a long few days, babe; lots of aching and annoying cuts and bruises. And let's not talk about leeches and angry wildcats.]