driftfleet_ooc | Happy holidays to your lips~

[Still none of that from her. She does worry about what he's been through in seeing him. She already knows some of the highlights. It hasn't been an easy life. Hopefully tonight is something he'll look back on fondly and not as another kind of scar.]

Anyone named Wolfwood is definitely trying too hard.

[The excitement works for her. She likes slow sometimes, but sometimes she just wants to feel everything all at once. This is definitely one of those times. Her heart rate is increasing and she can't entirely hold still as she gets more and more excited. When he stops she reaches down, running a hand through his hair.]

Too many clothes in this bed. [You have all the permission to remove them.]

[Kitty will likely feel the wolfish grin that spreads on his face at the suggestion of there being too many clothes. Vash is more than happy to fix the situation. His fingertips gliding down her legs as he slides her pants off. His breathing is getting heavier as he throws her pants off and onto the floor.

Never before has he ever wondered what a toe tastes like. At the risk of her finding it gross he decides today is the day to give into temptation. He pulls off any sock that may be covering her foot and tentatively gives Kitty's big toe an experimental lick. He thinks he remembers reading somewhere that some girls like this.]

[That...that was not anything she was even remotely expecting and honestly, not something anyone else has ever tried before. And if you'd asked if she was interested she would have unequivocally said no. It didn't seem like anything that would feel anything but awkward.

She was wrong. It really does feel like the nerves run almost directly to other sensitive areas. He isn't the only one having a first here.] O-oh!

[That sounds like the type of noise Vash was hoping to hear. It encourages him to keep going a bit longer. Tongue trailing between her toes, lips wrapping around individual toes, kissing the bottoms all the way down to her heal and back.

As his mouth works his hands don't stay idle. His hands sliding up and down her legs. Occasionally rubbing and tickling the spot behind her knees were her legs bend.]

[His hard work is making her more and more eager, which is kind of the point of foreplay, so well achieved! But she eventually reaches down, putting a hand one of his.]

Vaaash. [Breathy, wanting.]

[She wants him closer, pressed against her again so she can kiss and touch him too.]

[Vash shifts and interlocks his fingers with hers when she touches his hand. He moves to come closer to her face again. Once more wishing he had a bigger bed as he's careful not to put too much weight on top of her.

He takes her hand as he moves and brings it up to his face. Turning it and unwinding his fingers, but only so he can place kisses on the palm of her hand. Brushing his teeth against her finger tips.

Eventually he will settle himself close to her again. He missed seeing her beautiful face while he was away.]

[Bigger beds are better for sure, but she and Winn spent a year together on beds this size before finally getting access to one of the big ones. It's amazing what you can figure out when you want to be with someone.

She watches him playing with her fingers as if it's his first time since, well, it is. There's something very sweet about it. Not to mention thorough in the way he explores. Maybe being so impulsive and quick to want want she wants has led to missing some good journeys. Maybe it's the difference between being somewhat immortal and someone who was supposed to die before she hit twenty. And she was lucky to make it that long.]

Hi, you. [Smiling at him when he's close again.]

Hi. [He smiles back at her, but finds he can't resist not touching her. So he reaches out to rub his thumb against her cheek.] Come to this place often?

[And why resist? Resistance is futile.] Not yet, I haven't. [She smirks a little. That was terrible, Kitty.] But literally, yes, once when Khadgar and I teleported you in here and I stripped off your boots. So, basically the same thing.

[Vash looks confused for a moment before his face breaks out into a grin. Only now realizing what he asked.

He laughs as she continues. Not his normal uproarious laughter that he usually shows off. This time he's more subdued and genuine.]

Oh yes. Taking off my boots while passed out is such a turn on, I'm sure. [What with the metal plates and heavy scar tissue.]

[She likes this side of him. It feels less for show. She like a lot of what she saw in his memory actually—not the tragedy of it all—but just seeing deeper levels of Vash. Getting a better idea of what drives him and what makes him act the way he does.]

Definitely. I could barely keep Khadgar off you. [She left his socks on. If they were off when he woke up, then someone else is freaky.]

That man is an animal with a bottomless appetite! [He holds the back of his hand up to his forehead to add to his dramatics.] I bet you had to use a stick to fend him off.

I had to make it very clear that he was not allowed to write on you. [Pause.] In my presence. [She smiles and leans in to get a kiss.]

As any good co-captain should. [Yes, he sees the loophole in that statement. He has no problem with it at all. Even if he he did have a problem he's quickly distracted in his desire to kiss her back. Hand moving to play with her hair again as he does so.]

[It's not like beginning at zero when she kisses him again. All that built up desire is still tingling inside her, very much ready to be satiated. She presses her body closer and there's so much more skin touching skin. And occasionally touching metal. That's not even new for her.]

[Vash hungrily kisses back. Literally with the way that he occasionally gently nibbles at her lips. He groans in pleasure when she presses her body closer to his, but apparently it's still not enough skin on skin for him. His hands drift down from her hair, down the curve of her back, to give her ass a squeeze.]

[Yes, good. Very good. She rolls her hips against him, ready to do all kinds of things when this fades to black!]

[Fade to black it does. With some of the awkwardness of someone's first time at the start, but eventually Vash will find the right rhythm.

As the black dissipates Vash is left with a mix of new feelings. Unsure if the pleasant tingling feeling he had all over was normal or perhaps with something to do with being a Plant. Whatever it was, he liked it. He could not think of a time he felt so completely exhausted for good reasons and it left his head buzzing.

For now he's happy to lay on the bed. Breathing deeply, enjoying feeling Kitty's warmth and weight next to him.] I never thought laying in bed could make a guy so tired. [He jokes as he brushes his hair out of his face. Between the sweat, heat of the room, and everything else his normally spiky look had long ago started to droop.]

[For what it's worth she's pretty impressed considering the first time status. Hell, if he hadn't made it that far she would have understood. As it is, they both found their happy place. And now, in this moment at least, there is just a blissful satisfaction. Other thoughts and feelings will surely creep in, but no need to summon them. She'll just enjoy this for what is while she can. She lets her head rest on his chest, listening to the sound of his heart. She hasn't bothered with any kind of clothing but despite the warmth she has pulled a blanket partially over herself. Modesty is ever so important after all that!]

Mmm...There was a certain amount of activity to it. Good exercise. Maybe I'll spend a little less time training tomorrow. [She has, in fact, trained even more vigorously since Winn has been gone. Though a big part of that is just trying to exhaust herself into sleep or at least distraction.

Her hand idly trails along his arm.]

Yeah? [He grins at the suggestion.] Maybe I should consider taking a break as well. [Vash had his own daily workout routine. Although his was usually kept private in his room or when he thought the cargo room was going to be empty for awhile.]

As long as you don't let anyone know I'm taking a day off. I won't if you don't. [His arm is a littered field of rough skin. From puckered scars, old stitches that were never properly removed, clear gunshot wounds, and a plethora of damaged skin where it's not easily identified what has happened.]

I don't think anyone would begrudge you a day off. [Not that she'd tell anyway.

Now that the adrenaline and slew of hormones are no longer pumping, she finds herself taking in his body on a more thoughtful level. Her body has seen a lot of battles and wounds, but compared to his it looks flawless. He seems to wear it all so visibly. Though she's sure there are more unseen wounds too. Her fingertips gently trace one of the scars across his upper arm.]

Or ten. Or all of the days.

Yeah? That many, huh? [He tilts his head and watches her trace the scar. He remembers that one. One of the first after he got his title and no where near the last.]

I can cover them up if you want. [There's no judgment in his voice. He thinks they're awful to look at so he doesn't blame anyone else and assumes everyone thinks close to the same as he does about them.]

The days off? [Honestly confused at first until she notices where he's looking. She stills her hand, but doesn't remove it.]

They don't bother me. I mean, except in the way where I'm sorry you've been hurt and had really dicey treatment options. Putting tiny cages over wounds isn't exactly protocol anywhere else I've heard of.

[She pauses, meeting his eyes.] Does it bother you that I'm seeing them?

Yeah. I woke up in hospital with that one on. [Speaking mostly of the largest one on his chest that covers a large carved out portion of his skin.] I don't know what they were thinking and then it didn't seem worth it to have it removed. Who knows what extra hardware I would have woke up with?

[A pause as he considers how much he wants to share.] It did stop a bullet once. So, it's not completely useless.

[He doesn't look away when she meets his eyes, but he does seem to think about his answer for a bit before responding.] Not really. [A beat.] A little. [He answers more honestly.] But only because I don't mean for anyone to feel sorry or sad for me when they see them.

[They were all just a product if the way he chooses to live his life of love and peace on a kill or be killed world.]

For what it's worth, I didn't mean it in a pitying way. I use all that up on myself anyway. [She gives him a little smile and then stretches herself up, so that she's in range to give him a gentle kiss.] I just keep my scars on the inside. [Her voice is softer as she says it. Not joking here.] And I'm kind of wired to be protective. [And by "kind of" she means a lot and sometimes it's a problem.]

[She hovers close after the kiss.] And your hospitals suck. Not that I'm a doctor of anything, but my offended on their behalf.

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