.:Sequence:.
He wouldn't start crying right now. Especially not now. Not in front of Millie. But it couldn't be helped.
"Where did I go wrong...?"
The tender warmth of an angel embraced him, protecting him from the entire pain in the world. Everything he hated was gone, and he sucked in the warm love flowing from a silent kiss on his forehead. It was a feeling he had never experienced before: he couldn't explain it, because he didn't know what to say. He'd never received a kiss before...he didn't want it to go away...
"Please, eat the sandwiches: You need your strength."
The words rang through his head like a million echoes, and every time it sounded lovelier than before. He held on even tighter, as if a child that needed protection. He didn't want her to go away...
"Will you...eat them with me?"
Millie pulled away slightly, enough to show him her approving smile, and her baby blue eyes showing him the most care and devotion possible. Such sweet, sweet, innocence...if she only knew how much she meant to him. True, she wasn't the brightest, but she had defined intelligence in her own way: She was a guide who had shown him a hidden path, and had uncovered unknown feelings inside him. Nothing he had ever known had made him feel that way...
He pulled her in again, and hot tears stung his eyes. He hadn't cried for so long...all the emotions and feelings couldn't be held in anymore. He didn't care who saw him acting like a child anymore. A sudden greed rose to the surface, and he wanted all the love in the world at the present time. It was a horrible feeling, having greed, but he couldn't stand it: It was an unfulfilled wish that had needed to be satisfied for far too many years.
Millie cradled his check with her warm hands, and smiled, hoping that it would bring a sense of comfort. It hurt her to watch him cry: She had never seen anyone in this much pain. He accepted the care, and caressed her hand with his. It felt so small and delicate, compared to his guilt stained fingers. He dragged both hands to his lips, and returned the silent kiss onto her palm.
She suddenly pulled her hand away, and looked at him with shaken eyes.
"M-Mr. Priest...! It had defiantly gone too far. Perhaps it had only been a kiss, but his was meant to be more than friendly. It was silly and against both of their ideals, but he wanted it all: he had too many sins to be a priest anyway.
Millie stood up, and headed towards the table where the sandwiches were placed. She took both out, and sat down next to him, and handed him both sandwiches.
"Aren't you...?"
"No, I ate before, Mr. Priest. You should eat them."
He knew she was lying, but began to eat the sandwich so he wouldn't worry her. They sat in silence, each with own thoughts and ideas.
"Mr. Wolf-..."
Her apology was cut short by her lack of breath. She opened her eyes, only to find herself face to face with the priest. She suddenly realized why she couldn't breathe, and couldn't find the strength or want to pull away. She closed her eyes again and continued smoothly with the sequence, while every second became more and more intense. His greed had apparently rubbed off on her, and she did nothing to stop the current situation. She didn't know where her emotions had come from, or where her common sense had disappeared. But she knew that this couldn't go too far; she'd stop somewhere along the way.
Somewhere...
She was quite surprised that the traveling priest knew exactly what to do. He couldn't have possibly kissed or had so much contact with anyone before due to his profession. But honestly, she couldn't judge at all: Barely letting anyone touch her before contributed to the lack of judgment. Second, she was shocked that following the pattern was so simple. It had always seemed so complicated when you caught a glimpse of others exchanging a kiss and embrace; it appeared necessary to remember to know the perfect sequence.
She rapidly fluttered her eyes open, and found herself stare straight into a pair of stormy blue eyes that were filled with question. She panicked when she found herself pressed against the cold sheets of the bed, with a masculine body lying on top of her.
"Why'd you stop?"
"..."
His eyes suddenly softened and smiled, and pulled her into a tight embrace, with his face burying itself into her hair and shoulders. She was so warm and soft, compared to his rough appearance and mangled hair. A hand stroked through his hair, perhaps enjoying the texture, and lulling him to sleep. It was so incredibly comfortable...and it brought back so many memories...
"Mille...?"
"Hmm...?"
"...Do you love me?"
She paused a moment to analyze the question, and stroked his hair once more.
"...I do, Mr. Wolfwood. From the bottom of my heart, I do."
This brought a sense of comfort once more, and he smiled to himself, trying his hardest not to explode with happiness. He moved himself up to kiss her on the lips once more, and pleaded to God for this to last forever. As much as he loved it, he felt a sense of guilt for what he was about to do.
His hands traveled under the layers of cloth, and he outlined the soft curves numerous times, memorizing each and every one. Millie flinched when his cold fingers touched her, but she didn't pull away, nor did she intend to. She responded by wrapping her arms around his torso, and her fingers glided under his heavy jacket, only to reveal an unexpected tense and muscular back. Surely, carrying that heavy cross must have contributed somewhat to his strength, but she never expected so much to be hidden under a layer of clothing.
Somewhere during the process, Wolfwood managed to slip off his jacket, and was now well on his way take off Millie's as well. However, he suddenly took into consideration what he was doing, stopped, and looked into the innocent blue eyes of the angel. His eyes were firm, but unsure, and filled with far too any questions.
"...You sure?"
Her partially open eyes gleamed, and gave him an answer with no words. She moved her head forward, gave him a peck on the nose, and a gentle stroke on the cheek. He closed his eyes, and no longer felt the guilt on his shoulders anymore.
Hands were everywhere, and he was in control. Furious kisses that made her melt were exchanged, and things were going a lot faster than anticipated. Perhaps this hour had given her a sense of maturity? Whatever it was, she continued the dance, and did her best to keep up with the rhythm.
He smelled so different than everyone else: a mixture of cigarettes, church incense, metal, gunpowder, and a scent of worn clothing that was worn far too many times. Thousands of scents filled the room, and they intoxicated her. She buried her face in his hair, and let out a giggle. The priest paused and smiled, while resting his head against her chest.
"What's so funny?"
"Your smell...it's different."
He shifted his head to look straight at her, and a mischievous grin was painted across his face.
"Oh really...? It kinda is, isn't it?"
As if on queue, Millie winced as a sudden thrust of pain, and the corners of her eyes shed a tear. The final dance had begun, and both savored as much of it as they could. Silent screams echoed in the dark, and kisses broke the silence.
"Don't go Nick."
How he wished he could fulfill her request. The last thing he wanted to do was leave his angel alone. He wanted to promise her, but he couldn't. He forced himself to smile.
"That's the first time you called me that."
"Please don't go..."
Now she was the one who needed embrace, and her fingernails dug into his back. He stroked her hair and face, and ignored the shots of pain onto his shoulders. The grip eventually loosened, and he found himself staring at a pair of almost closed and tired eyes. He gave her one last kiss on the forehead for the night, and found it difficult to find the urge to get up. Gently moving away her arms away, he forced himself up, and reached for the almost finished pack of cigarettes.
Why did it have to be this way...?
What would the next day bring...?
Just...why?
Millions of questions raced through his head, and his hands quivered as he slid into his pants. He walked over to the windowsill, as quietly as he could, and attempted to answer every question to that came to mind. Questions of the past, present, and future raced through his head, and he was suddenly glad that he hadn't become a psychiatrist, scientist, and any other profession that required tremendous amounts of thought. Truthfully, he'd never bothered to think of so many different things at once, because he never needed to: until now. An unknown amount of time had passed until he realized how extremely late it was, and he was lured into returning back to the already warmed sheets.
He shifted his head once more towards the sleeping girl, and was lulled to sleep by the soft rhythm of breaths.
.:End Sequence:.
Author's Note: Hello, and welcome to my first ever (Trigun) fanfic. I have a couple of things I'd like to say, so if you feel like reading this group of words, feel free to do so. First: My apology for my extremely limited vocabulary and my lack of skill at writing fanfiction (I'm sorry! __() I promise I'll get better!). Second, this is not the end! Do you *actually* believe that I'd end a WxM fanfiction at this point?! No, I didn't think so. Another thing to keep in mind is my extreme laziness and my tight schedule (yeah, ptff, rrrright), so I don't know when I'll update. ^^() In conclusion, leave a review, leave a comment, and make me happy. =D
He wouldn't start crying right now. Especially not now. Not in front of Millie. But it couldn't be helped.
"Where did I go wrong...?"
The tender warmth of an angel embraced him, protecting him from the entire pain in the world. Everything he hated was gone, and he sucked in the warm love flowing from a silent kiss on his forehead. It was a feeling he had never experienced before: he couldn't explain it, because he didn't know what to say. He'd never received a kiss before...he didn't want it to go away...
"Please, eat the sandwiches: You need your strength."
The words rang through his head like a million echoes, and every time it sounded lovelier than before. He held on even tighter, as if a child that needed protection. He didn't want her to go away...
"Will you...eat them with me?"
Millie pulled away slightly, enough to show him her approving smile, and her baby blue eyes showing him the most care and devotion possible. Such sweet, sweet, innocence...if she only knew how much she meant to him. True, she wasn't the brightest, but she had defined intelligence in her own way: She was a guide who had shown him a hidden path, and had uncovered unknown feelings inside him. Nothing he had ever known had made him feel that way...
He pulled her in again, and hot tears stung his eyes. He hadn't cried for so long...all the emotions and feelings couldn't be held in anymore. He didn't care who saw him acting like a child anymore. A sudden greed rose to the surface, and he wanted all the love in the world at the present time. It was a horrible feeling, having greed, but he couldn't stand it: It was an unfulfilled wish that had needed to be satisfied for far too many years.
Millie cradled his check with her warm hands, and smiled, hoping that it would bring a sense of comfort. It hurt her to watch him cry: She had never seen anyone in this much pain. He accepted the care, and caressed her hand with his. It felt so small and delicate, compared to his guilt stained fingers. He dragged both hands to his lips, and returned the silent kiss onto her palm.
She suddenly pulled her hand away, and looked at him with shaken eyes.
"M-Mr. Priest...! It had defiantly gone too far. Perhaps it had only been a kiss, but his was meant to be more than friendly. It was silly and against both of their ideals, but he wanted it all: he had too many sins to be a priest anyway.
Millie stood up, and headed towards the table where the sandwiches were placed. She took both out, and sat down next to him, and handed him both sandwiches.
"Aren't you...?"
"No, I ate before, Mr. Priest. You should eat them."
He knew she was lying, but began to eat the sandwich so he wouldn't worry her. They sat in silence, each with own thoughts and ideas.
"Mr. Wolf-..."
Her apology was cut short by her lack of breath. She opened her eyes, only to find herself face to face with the priest. She suddenly realized why she couldn't breathe, and couldn't find the strength or want to pull away. She closed her eyes again and continued smoothly with the sequence, while every second became more and more intense. His greed had apparently rubbed off on her, and she did nothing to stop the current situation. She didn't know where her emotions had come from, or where her common sense had disappeared. But she knew that this couldn't go too far; she'd stop somewhere along the way.
Somewhere...
She was quite surprised that the traveling priest knew exactly what to do. He couldn't have possibly kissed or had so much contact with anyone before due to his profession. But honestly, she couldn't judge at all: Barely letting anyone touch her before contributed to the lack of judgment. Second, she was shocked that following the pattern was so simple. It had always seemed so complicated when you caught a glimpse of others exchanging a kiss and embrace; it appeared necessary to remember to know the perfect sequence.
She rapidly fluttered her eyes open, and found herself stare straight into a pair of stormy blue eyes that were filled with question. She panicked when she found herself pressed against the cold sheets of the bed, with a masculine body lying on top of her.
"Why'd you stop?"
"..."
His eyes suddenly softened and smiled, and pulled her into a tight embrace, with his face burying itself into her hair and shoulders. She was so warm and soft, compared to his rough appearance and mangled hair. A hand stroked through his hair, perhaps enjoying the texture, and lulling him to sleep. It was so incredibly comfortable...and it brought back so many memories...
"Mille...?"
"Hmm...?"
"...Do you love me?"
She paused a moment to analyze the question, and stroked his hair once more.
"...I do, Mr. Wolfwood. From the bottom of my heart, I do."
This brought a sense of comfort once more, and he smiled to himself, trying his hardest not to explode with happiness. He moved himself up to kiss her on the lips once more, and pleaded to God for this to last forever. As much as he loved it, he felt a sense of guilt for what he was about to do.
His hands traveled under the layers of cloth, and he outlined the soft curves numerous times, memorizing each and every one. Millie flinched when his cold fingers touched her, but she didn't pull away, nor did she intend to. She responded by wrapping her arms around his torso, and her fingers glided under his heavy jacket, only to reveal an unexpected tense and muscular back. Surely, carrying that heavy cross must have contributed somewhat to his strength, but she never expected so much to be hidden under a layer of clothing.
Somewhere during the process, Wolfwood managed to slip off his jacket, and was now well on his way take off Millie's as well. However, he suddenly took into consideration what he was doing, stopped, and looked into the innocent blue eyes of the angel. His eyes were firm, but unsure, and filled with far too any questions.
"...You sure?"
Her partially open eyes gleamed, and gave him an answer with no words. She moved her head forward, gave him a peck on the nose, and a gentle stroke on the cheek. He closed his eyes, and no longer felt the guilt on his shoulders anymore.
Hands were everywhere, and he was in control. Furious kisses that made her melt were exchanged, and things were going a lot faster than anticipated. Perhaps this hour had given her a sense of maturity? Whatever it was, she continued the dance, and did her best to keep up with the rhythm.
He smelled so different than everyone else: a mixture of cigarettes, church incense, metal, gunpowder, and a scent of worn clothing that was worn far too many times. Thousands of scents filled the room, and they intoxicated her. She buried her face in his hair, and let out a giggle. The priest paused and smiled, while resting his head against her chest.
"What's so funny?"
"Your smell...it's different."
He shifted his head to look straight at her, and a mischievous grin was painted across his face.
"Oh really...? It kinda is, isn't it?"
As if on queue, Millie winced as a sudden thrust of pain, and the corners of her eyes shed a tear. The final dance had begun, and both savored as much of it as they could. Silent screams echoed in the dark, and kisses broke the silence.
"Don't go Nick."
How he wished he could fulfill her request. The last thing he wanted to do was leave his angel alone. He wanted to promise her, but he couldn't. He forced himself to smile.
"That's the first time you called me that."
"Please don't go..."
Now she was the one who needed embrace, and her fingernails dug into his back. He stroked her hair and face, and ignored the shots of pain onto his shoulders. The grip eventually loosened, and he found himself staring at a pair of almost closed and tired eyes. He gave her one last kiss on the forehead for the night, and found it difficult to find the urge to get up. Gently moving away her arms away, he forced himself up, and reached for the almost finished pack of cigarettes.
Why did it have to be this way...?
What would the next day bring...?
Just...why?
Millions of questions raced through his head, and his hands quivered as he slid into his pants. He walked over to the windowsill, as quietly as he could, and attempted to answer every question to that came to mind. Questions of the past, present, and future raced through his head, and he was suddenly glad that he hadn't become a psychiatrist, scientist, and any other profession that required tremendous amounts of thought. Truthfully, he'd never bothered to think of so many different things at once, because he never needed to: until now. An unknown amount of time had passed until he realized how extremely late it was, and he was lured into returning back to the already warmed sheets.
He shifted his head once more towards the sleeping girl, and was lulled to sleep by the soft rhythm of breaths.
.:End Sequence:.
Author's Note: Hello, and welcome to my first ever (Trigun) fanfic. I have a couple of things I'd like to say, so if you feel like reading this group of words, feel free to do so. First: My apology for my extremely limited vocabulary and my lack of skill at writing fanfiction (I'm sorry! __() I promise I'll get better!). Second, this is not the end! Do you *actually* believe that I'd end a WxM fanfiction at this point?! No, I didn't think so. Another thing to keep in mind is my extreme laziness and my tight schedule (yeah, ptff, rrrright), so I don't know when I'll update. ^^() In conclusion, leave a review, leave a comment, and make me happy. =D