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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Of course Mr. Priest isn't a small animal, and Milly's pretty sure he's not about to kick the bucket with the way he's kissing her thoat, but that doesn't mean that the urge to look after him is any less potent.
She shivers happily when he runs his hand down her back and moves closer.]
Maybe just a little. But only until you're feeling better and not a moment before.
[A small, surprised noise catches in her throat as he kisses her, and she can't help but wriggle a little and tilt her head to allow him better access if he wants to kiss her again.]
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Mmm, right.
[He's fine with that, too, and he kisses up to the shell of her ear before he stops himself from letting that hand at her shoulder travel too... far... downward. No, Wolfwood, probably not the time, being half-dazed and banged up by the elements.
Instead, he settles for sweeping back some of her hair, suddenly realizing something.]
Ha, thanks for keeping an eye on my room.
[... Is that one of the shirts you destroyed? He grins like a snarky wolf and grabs the collar of it, tugging gently left and right.]
You even dressed the part.
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He thanks her for looking after the room and she blinks, looking at him in sort of a befuddled daze before smiling as he catches the collar of his- now her- shirt.]
Well I couldn't just throw it away, that would be a terrible waste don't you think? Besides, I think it's a very pretty colour.
[She leans in closer for a moment, and dares to brush her nose against his before she plucks up the courage to say something downright... flirtatious.]
And if you couldn't be here in bed with me, this was the next best thing.
[Her voice trails off as she loses her nerve, but the she looks up at him, meets him squarely in the eye, and she brings a hand up to cup his cheek.]
Oh Mr. Priest, please don't go away again so soon. It doesn't feel right when you're gone.
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You're driving a hard bargain. After all, if I leave every once in a while, I come back to a pretty girl in my bed...
[Of course, he's already swore he wouldn't leave if he had a choice-and one of these days, he'll have to sit her down and explain that it would happen again, that he'd have to leave. And again after that. As long as the draft and the experiments kept going...
He frowns without realizing it, lost in his thoughts, pressing her hand with his. Right. It wasn't going to be the last time, he was sure of it, not with the way things were now.]
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I'll still be here if you stay. I promised you I would, remember? As long as you come back, I'll wait.
[She rests her hand on his stomach, just off to the side of his navel.]
You're worth waiting for.
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Hello there, big girl.
He grins and kisses her again, gripping her shirt in his hand-and pressing maybe just a little tongue while he's at it. ._.
What, can't he indulge in kisses a little extra?]
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