Who:
gunsnpudding and
not_a_bluesbroWhat: 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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When the morning comes I will be alright )
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Much better.
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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?]
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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?
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...
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.]
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