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museqmeg · 2 years ago

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Sheets - Part III

A vashmeryl fic

Author’s Note:

This part of Sheets is meant to follow directly after chapter 17 of Reporter’s Notes. There are details from Reporter’s Notes that will be mentioned, making this part of Sheets less exclusive from its parent fic.

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The sun was casting itself through the window of Vash’s room, filling it with light and warmth. Meryl sighed as she slowly opened her eyes, relishing in the feeling of the sunshine enveloping her, just like Vash. She made to turn over, a hand reaching out to touch him, but was met with cold, empty sheets beside her. That brief feeling of warmth and comfort leaving her, replaced with a tightness in her throat and chest as she remembered her grief. Vash was dead.

She lay there, grasping his sheets and shirt she had cradled the night before. So desperate was her need to touch and feel him. She was trying to reason with herself that he was gone, he wasn’t here to hold, to talk to. It was a hard battle she was losing when she was holding his thing. His scent lingering on her from being in his bed, in his room. Tears silently fell and she tried to hold her sobs in. It hurt too much.

Meryl sat up defiantly. As much as she wanted to lay there and wallow, she knew it would break him to see her like that. She pulled the sheets of herself, trying not to think of it as her discarding him from her body, a betrayal. She took a deep breath as she braced herself, slowly sliding her legs down over his bed before her feet made contact with the floor. One step further away from him.

She still clutched his shirt to her chest, she couldn’t part with it yet. She needed it, him, as an anchor as she slowly stood and took her first steps towards the door and out of his room. She used each step to rally her courage for what she was about to do next, trying not to think about how much it would break her.

As she walked through the hallway towards her destination, she could hear his laughter and feel the vibrations of his voice against her body as he ran with her in his arms through this hallway, the memory of just two days ago. She faced the door of the washroom, dread filling her. She needed to be strong. She squeezed his shirt to her chest, breathing him in again, as if he was there to reassure her. Meryl stepped towards the door, allowing it to automatically open for her.

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It was the following night after her and Vash’s morning in the washroom. While they had a pretty normal day on Ship Three, acting as if nothing more happened between them, Meryl couldn’t help but sneak glances and little smiles at him. He eagerly returned them. It made it very hard for her to also not sneak little touches when they were amongst their group. Those little glances were silent promises to be together when the ship went dark and silent.

They were back in his room, both desperate to touch and feel after a day apart. Meryl had the whole day to think about what she wanted to do with him… she was determined to take the lead.

Vash’s large frame was standing over her, hands and mouth possessively roaming her still clothed body. She kissed him back, feeling that familiar hunger from him, knowing he planned to devour and consume her. She was going to have to be clever, if she wanted any chance to challenge him. As much as she loved how he made her feel, it was moments like this that made her curse her diminutive frame and the massive height difference. She would have to work with what she could reach.

She allowed him his hungry kisses, his tongue in her mouth claiming her. She played his game, her tongue meeting his. A little trap she was laying out for him. She let his large hands wrap around her neck and arm, crushing her into his bent frame to mold her into himself. She used her free hand to quickly and quietly undo his belt and pants, now thankful for her small hands. She snaked her hand into his now open clothing, grabbing his erect length and freeing it.

Vash gasped and groaned into her mouth, the sound guttural. She began to stroke, relishing in the velvety hardness in her hand. More deep groans came from Vash as his mouth left hers to rest his cheek atop her crown. His hands were cradling her head and lower back to him, using her to ground himself. These new sounds were such a contrast to his whimpers she loved so much, almost predatory. She wanted to hear it more. Her other hand slid his pants down while she continued stroking him, feeling his groans on the side of her face as he pressed her to him.

Meryl continued to use her free hand to disrobe him, pulling his shirt up as high as she could reach. Vash separeted himself a little from her, helping to remove his shirt and kick his pants away from him. Now that her head was free from his hand crushing her to him, she trailed little kisses and nips on his abdomen, giving his scars and unmarred skin equal attention. She felt his body seize as he gasped at those touches, his hands grasping her upper arms. She took note of how his long fingers completely wrapped around her, touching his palms. Was she really that much smaller than him? She didn’t let that thought deter her from holding the control, knowing he would hungrily take it from her if she let her guard down. She felt his frame bend down to hers, wanting to claim her again, but she was quicker. She wanted to try an idea she had all day after what he had done to her that morning.

She kneeled, still holding him in her hands before taking him into her mouth. Vash groaned and shuddered, one hand squeezing her arm tight, the other moving up to the side of her face and hair, fisting what he could of her short tresses. She grinned as she sucked, knowing how undone she was making him feel, remembering her need for an anchor when he had done this to her. He had found his in her hair. She continued, taking as much of him into her small mouth as she could, licking the underside of his length, pulling those low baritones out of him between his ragged breaths. She smiled again, she loved having this dominion over him.

She needed air, and pulled back for a moment to breathe. Vash must have been waiting for it. He grabbed her around her waist, lifting her all the way to his full height quickly, making her meet his gaze. She was met with his intense eyes, plant markings starting to appear in his teal orbs. His face was flushed as she watched the markings started to appear alongside his temples.

He spoke. “That’s enough.” His voice was low and slow, tone predatory like his groans.

She wasn’t afraid, but was suddenly reminded of what he was as she watched his markings spread across the rest of his face. Her body was telling her this was a more evolved being than herself. She remembered their first night together and how he had unleashed himself upon her when she was in control, performing an action he liked so much, he would lose himself and not hold back.

As she looked into his eyes, hands on his shoulders as he held her, she remembered the duality of Vash she had witnessed before. This time, she had triggered it. Her heart quickened, watching his markings spread under hands over his shoulders and chest, covering the rest of his body. That was a new development. She didn’t even consider that his markings extended beyond his head.

He leaned his head into her neck, grazing his teeth against her before kissing her skin. She didn’t know how to explain it, but they felt sharper? Longer than before? His body also felt different… There was that enveloping feeling coming from him again, but it wasn’t just comfort that washed over her, but a possessiveness. Like he couldn’t get enough of her. The feeling was so intense, it felt like his whole body was humming, but with sounds her human ears couldn’t detect. She could only feel it. So focused was she on his teeth and strange humming sensation, that she didn’t realize he had her on the bed until her hands and knees hit the mattress. He must have spun her from him.

She felt his body behind her and made to turn around. His real hand came around her side and under her. That broad palming her chest, fingers grazing the bottom of her neck as be lifter her upper half to bring her back flush against his front. She felt his hair sweep down over her head and right shoulder before the telltale signs of his teeth against her skin told her he had latched himself onto her, his arm and hand holding her, squeezing her to him. She felt his prosthetic snake itself from the back of her left hip before coming around to palm her lower belly. He slowly lowered his long fingers to her, knuckle by knuckle, until his fingertips reached that sensitive bundle of nerves between her legs. She cried out, causing him to press her closer to him with both hands, using his teeth on her neck to keep her in place. Her hands shot up, clasping themselves on his forearm over her chest. He caressed and circled those nerves, groaning into her neck. She moaned, hear thudding in her chest. This was too much!

How wrong she was. Vash slid his right hand up over her left shoulder pulling her down as his prosthetic grabbed her hip, arching her back to him. He finally pulled his teeth from her, his breath tickling the back of her ear as he asked, “Are you doing alright? I’d like to do something a little less gentle, but only if you want me to.”

She nodded against the side of his face, trusting that he wouldn’t hurt her.

His breath tickled her ear again and she felt him angle her hips more, arching her back so that her opening was facing him. She felt his teeth on her neck again, but gentle, before his length entered her from behind. He kept his right arm across her chest, holding her weight against him. She gasped, this was deeper and the angle was massaging her in places she wasn’t aware of. Vash waited a moment for her to adjust, wanting to feel her relax before moving.

She did. He started rocking behind her, holding her tightly. She was surprised how close and tender this position was, since he wasn’t facing her. But she enjoyed the weightless feeling of him holding her, rocking them both, his head against hers as he bit and moaned into her. She moaned with him, letting him overwhelm her in this way. He increased his speed, his moans turning into whimpers. She gasped, the angle was so intense, but good. She grasped his right hand in front of her, looking down at it to see his arm still glowing. The markings illuminating her own skin where they met. Her release was coming fast, and all it took was a squeeze on her left hip from his prosthetic to send her over the edge. She cried out, her body clenching around him, causing him to follow her. He kept his teeth on her neck, choosing to squeeze her body to him rather than bite down into her. He rocked them both slowly down from their high together. Kissing her shoulder and back until they settled.

Vash released his hold on her, allowing her to turn and face him again. The sight she was met with caused her breath to catch. He looked like a fallen angel. It was his kneeling position on the bed, the otherworldly markings and glowing, and the peace on his face. Meryl couldn’t think of anyone more beautiful than him at this moment.

This vision of Vash made her sit up on her knees, reaching out to hold his head before kissing his forehead. The contact while he glowed filled her with that enveloping comfort again.

She smiled at him, “You know… I’m really liking the things that make you a plant.”

He smiled down at her, “Oh really? It’s not too much for you?”

She cocked her head, tone teasing, “I didn’t tell you to stop did I?”

He shook his fluffy hair, grinning, “That was the first time I could really let myself go…”

Meryl gave him a reassuring smile, understanding that he had to withhold himself in his long life before her out of fear. He trusted her. She reached out and squeezed his hands, “Thank you… for showing me all of yourself.”

He nodded while slowly blinking. He looked so content as he smiled at her.

“I do have some questions for you though…” her voice was playful.

“Yeah? Shoot.” He made a little gun hand gesture at her that had her giggling.

“Are your teeth stuck like that now?” She pointed to his face and watched as his right hand came up to touch his canines.

“Oh yeah… they did lengthen during all that. Didn’t they?” He chuckled.

“That’s normal for you?” Meryl was a little shocked.

“When my emotions are high or I’m using a lot of my plant powers… It’s the first time I’ve allowed it to happen during sex.” He shrugged as if it wasn’t a big deal, but Meryl suddenly realized that the way he had been intimate with her over the past couple of days were just as full of firsts for him as her. Her chest warmed even more at the trust he had placed in her.

“Your glowing felt different to me this time… It was still comforting, but it was also possessive and…” she was trying to remember the word to describe his noises and sensations, “…predatory.”

His eyes locked onto her, concern spreading his face, “I didn’t scare you, did I?” His markings had begun their dissipation.

“No, I was just surprised… I guess it’s a plant thing?” She gave him an encouraging half smile.

He nodded, “It is. Please let me know if I do anything to scare or hurt you. I would never mean to… but it’s okay to tell me if I’m too much.” His face fell a little. She was reminded again how he expressed fear about being rejected for his scars. It wasn’t just the scars, he was afraid of his plantness.

Meryl shook her head, “Vash, you have been so considerate and gentle with me. I trust you completely.” He still half smiled at her, she needed to lighten the mood, “Can you tell me about your humming?”

He blinked, “You could hear it?”

She frowned, “No, I felt it. It makes a sound?”

Vash nodded, “The humming is the communication part I mentioned before. It’s how I speak with my sisters. I can’t fully control it when my emotions are high. It’s just a non-discernible hum when I’m like that.”

Meryl smiled, but one of his word choices caught her off guard, “Sisters?”

“The plants.” He gave her an encouraging grin.

Oh, that made sense. He would see them like that.

Vash yawned and Meryl giggled.

“I’m sorry, was I too much for you?” She teased him.

He smirked down at her, “Using my plant abilities takes it out of me. Remember the sand steamer?”

“Vash! You had me so worried! Don’t joke about that!” She poked him in the chest.

He chuckled at her, “Sorry… but yes, in a way, you were too much for me.” He reached forward hugging her to him. “Is it alright if we go to sleep now?”

She hugged him back, “You know, you really are a big baby…”

He hummed with his human voice, the most he could counter.

“Alright, we can go to sleep.” Meryl could feel how relaxed and heavy his body was against hers, he really was tired.

They laid down in the bed, holding each other close under the sheets. Vash was fast asleep while she caressed his face, trying to retrace his plant patterns as best as she could remember with a small finger.

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Meryl was in the washroom, frozen, as she stared at the tub and the memory it held. The tub was a double edged sword. It held a tender moment with him and yet, she was going to have to use it to wash him away. She walked over to it, turning the taps and checking the water temperature. She made it warm… not hot, remembering Vash wincing into the tub when he set the water to her liking. She let it run as she walked over to the counter and mirror.

She removed his glove from her hand, gently setting it on the counter. His shirt was still in the crook of her elbow. She brought it to her chest, face coming into it to smell and hug him. Tears came and she made herself fold the shirt, placing it next to his glove.

Meryl looked at herself in the mirror. She looked so broken in just her tunic, shorts, and leggings. She undid her shorts, peeling them and the rest of her bottoms off. Her hands moved to the toggles on her tunic and she stopped halfway, remembering how sneaky Vash was their first time together and he had opened it for her without her knowing. Her chest tightened and tears threatened to fall again. Her hands came back up, undoing the rest of her tunic and removing it and her bra from herself. Her reflection in the mirror made her want to crumble to the floor.

His loving bites and touches, once purple splotches and prominent teeth marks were yellowing, the bruises starting to fade. She touched them, sobs coming out before the tears. He was fading from her. The fading of his marks felt like the love he had for her was fading with him. With his death. Her legs did finally give out and she curled up on the floor hugging herself, crying out his name. This grief was too much… She was suddenly angry at herself for not letting him nip and bite her during their second time together. Because if she had let him, at least she’d have one more day of his memory on her body. He was just holding her, two mornings ago. She didn’t understand how he could be gone in an instant. Why was he fading so quickly?

She cried and sobbed, not realizing how much time had passed until she heard the cascade of water spilling over the tub. The water ran to her, touching her skin, but she couldn’t bring herself to stand up. She couldn’t go into that tub… she wasn’t ready to erase him from her. The slide of the automatic door caught her attention before she heard Luisa’s voice.

“Meryl? Is everything alright? I saw the water coming underneath the door and-“ Luisa saw Meryl’s tiny, naked body on the floor wrackedwith sobs. She made sure the door shut and locked behind her before shutting the taps off and draining the tub. Luida grabbed a towel and crouched down to Meryl, wrapping her in its warmth. She stroked her hair as she asked, “Meryl, what happened?”

Meryl lifted her head and turned her eyes up to Luida, “I… I was going to take a bath, but… I couldn’t wash him away… Luida, I’m so sorry! He’s gone…” She sobbed, ashamed of herself and full of the guilt in her hand for his death. Luida loved him too. She had taken Vash away from her too.

Luida continued stroking her hair, and held Meryl close to her, rubbing her back, “Meryl, you have nothing to be sorry for. Vash did everything he could to save everyone…It is not your fault that he is gone.” She held Meryl’s teary gaze. “You know… when I met Vash, he was just a little boy. We found him after the crash. He was so much like you. Even at that young age, he held so much guilt and grief. It took him a long time to find some purpose to live again. That’s where you two are different. You are so brave and determined. I can’t thank you enough for being there to save him, be there for him in his final moments. He needed someone like you for a long time. I’m so happy he found you. But Meryl… right now, you are being too brave. You are trying to put yourself back together too quickly. It’s okay to grieve, to let yourself process all of it. You do things when you are truly ready to, not because you feel you have to. From the short time I’ve known you and seen you with Vash, you seemed to balance each other out so well, all while holding those wonderful similarities.”

Meryl hugged Luida closer at her kind words, realizing it wasn’t just Rem that made Vash who he was. She was holding onto a piece of him right now.

Luida spoke again, “Can I help you get back to your room? You’re welcome to stay here as long as you need.”

Meryl nodded, voice a little hoarse from her crying, “I actually moved to Vash’s room, if that’s alright.”

Luida nodded, “Of course it is.”

Luida helped Meryl stand and watched her grab Vash’s shirt and glove frome the counter. She walked the younger girl to Vash’s room and stepped through the treshold. “Let me know if you need anything, we’re all right here.” Luida gave her a reassuring hug before leaving the room.

Meryl watched her leave and the door shut behind her. She sighed. She had forgotten she was not alone in her grief. She couldn’t think of a better place to be than in his home, with his family as they all mourned him. Meryl shrugged off the towel, no longer holding back her tears. She would take Luida’s advice, she would allow herself to fully grieve.

Meryl slipped into Vash’s shirt, and put his glove back on before crawling back into his bed. The sleeves were terribly long and the bottom of the shirt reached the top of her knees. She felt the seam of its shoulders just above her elbows. She missed his broad shouldered embrace and the sunshine that came with it. Meryl welcomed his scent from the shirt and linens and wrapped his sheets around herself. Her chest and throat ached, but she let her tears silently fall. Meryl laid there, going through her memories of him, reliving his touches and love in this room. Her eyes grew heavy as she remembered his comfort from his plant markings. She took her ungloved hand, running her fingers underneath the sheets as he did before drifting off.

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Thank you all for your kudos, kind words, and support of this fic. While Sheets is now complete. There is an epilogue chapter for Reporter’s Notes on the way that follows this part.

I also have a little surprise to announce soon for Sheets & Reporters Notes.

Thank you

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