Vash pulled her closer, nuzzling into her neck before he kisses her cheek. As she spoke he listened nodding a bit. Why hadn’t he notice, because he wasn’t aware of such things. “That’s why I put you in charge of that luv, bright idea on my part I do believe.” he chuckled, his chest heaving a bit with mirth before she got up and placed an order. “Just wotever you’re in the mood for. I’m not picky, but wine would be better than beer I think..”
Again his eyes followed her, watching her every movement as she turned the lights on outside. When she came back it was everything he could do not to just pull her into his lap and say to hell with dinner and a movie. he missed her and hated that he worried her. he just wanted to show her how much he loved having her around. “If you want luv,’onesty I like you in just about anything, no clothing preferred. Soon as I’m better though I’m taking you for a night out on the town. Wherever you wanna go..” As she moved to the bedroom, her last words had him again smiling from ear to ear. “You don’t know wot your asking for there luv, I know ‘ow your not too fond of some of my music..”
When she left him to change he got to his feet. Wincing at the pain as the stitches pulled taunt. Moving to look out the window then, eyes scanning his city. he would find out who the bloody fuck did this, but it could wait. Moving back towards the stereo system he flipped through his music before finally stopping upon his Journey cd.He clicked it over until Open arms echoed through the penthouse. Moving back to the couch he waited for her.
When she returned a few minutes later he smiled seeing her as she slide next to him. “You look beautiful luv. I mean you always do..” he sighed a bit. She was getting him all tongue tied, like usual. It never seemed to fail. Just looking at her he was pretty sure he could fall for her all over again. Actually scratch that he could always fall for her every time. “I’m a lucky man.” he pulled her into his lap then and kissed her gently.
She kissed back, taking up his gentle movements. He was such a romantic, not that she minded at all. If the world ever need proof that killers with hearts of gold she was sitting in it’s lap. she moved from his lips to his jaw kissing a line up to the spot behind his ear, taking the opportunity to purr softly to him. “I’m already in love with you Vash, you don’t need to keep worrying about saying the right thing.”
Her arms tightened around him and she nuzzled into his shoulder. She held him, drinking in his warmth still clinging like he was going to slip through her fingertips again. “Fuck luck…” she stated suddenly, her fingers tightening around his suit. “You earned me… and you deserve this. You don’t have to be lonely and miserable all the time. No matter who you’ve lost or what you’ve done.”
She straddled his hips, pulling back so she could look him in the eyes. “It really doesn’t matter if you take me out or not. Dancing the night away or sitting in a ditch pinned down by enemy gunfire. It’s all the same as long as you’re doing it with me.” she cupped his cheek in her hand again shaking her head and laughing a bit at how corny she sounded. “I know that sounds like something out of a bad movie but it’s true.”
“I just.. Love you way too fucking much, okay?” Becca’s shoulders slumped and she went back to the desperate clinging that only vaguely soothed the ache in her chest. She wasn’t even sure what she was upset about anymore. “This is all your fault. For being.. So..” she trailed off unable to find words to diagnose why she cared so much. “.. Everything..”