S'not my fault you write the hot that just happens to hit a couple kinks...
Aunt Melanie had always been big on hygiene.... He liked knowing there was still something there she'd approve of.
Oh, ouch.
There must have been a time when he wasn't that way, when Vash had that body with those muscles, tight and compact, all stamina and flexibility, and he must have been fucking perfect. Except not. Wolfwood couldn't see it, couldn't get the idea to sit right in his head. Vash was crazy, reckless and flawed, that was who he was, and how Wolfwood wanted him.
Yes!
Vash would understand how it was. Vash would be okay with him. He would.
That's right, Wolfwood. You convince yourself.
The bulb behind him threw his shadow over Wolfwood, his outline stark across Wolfwood's chest, curving along the sweep of his belly and up over one shoulder. His shadow lay where his body wanted to be, his hand by Wolfwood's thigh, his mouth on Wolfwood's jaw, Wolfwood pressed beneath him and entirely his.
Hummana... how do you do that?!
He could read Wolfwood well enough, knew his body and his movements. If he took it slow, and watched, he should see the things Wolfwood wouldn't tell him.
Except that got harder when Wolfwood knew it and was deliberately hiding things. And Vash was fairly sure he was going to do that.
Excellent characterization!
He wasn't okay with anything more than two weeks. Too many ways of losing. Every way was losing.
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Date: 2005-04-21 04:20 pm (UTC)Aunt Melanie had always been big on hygiene....
He liked knowing there was still something there she'd approve of.
Oh, ouch.
There must have been a time when he wasn't that way, when Vash had that body with those muscles, tight and compact, all stamina and flexibility, and he must have been fucking perfect. Except not. Wolfwood couldn't see it, couldn't get the idea to sit right in his head. Vash was crazy, reckless and flawed, that was who he was, and how Wolfwood wanted him.
Yes!
Vash would understand how it was.
Vash would be okay with him.
He would.
That's right, Wolfwood. You convince yourself.
The bulb behind him threw his shadow over Wolfwood, his outline stark across Wolfwood's chest, curving along the sweep of his belly and up over one shoulder. His shadow lay where his body wanted to be, his hand by Wolfwood's thigh, his mouth on Wolfwood's jaw, Wolfwood pressed beneath him and entirely his.
Hummana... how do you do that?!
He could read Wolfwood well enough, knew his body and his movements. If he took it slow, and watched, he should see the things Wolfwood wouldn't tell him.
Except that got harder when Wolfwood knew it and was deliberately hiding things. And Vash was fairly sure he was going to do that.
Excellent characterization!
He wasn't okay with anything more than two weeks. Too many ways of losing. Every way was losing.
Wolfwood was still talking about the cuffs.
Vash angsting, and Wolfwood's here-and-now.
God, that was fantastic.