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It wasn’t like Meryl deeply and tragically in love with Vash, it was a simple crush, and from experience, she knew it would go away with time. Still, it was hard not to feel a little hurt when she had tried to sneak a little hint of wanting to spend some time alone with him, only for him to completely cut her off and nearly run away like he couldn’t escape fast enough. They had come to the hotel bar as a group, and now, they didn’t even appear to be together at all.
She glared at him, her alcohol-glazed eyes narrowed in annoyance as she took a drink from her beer. He was leaning his chin, face red as his jacket, on the shoulder of the questionably legitimate priest. He was laughing, and whatever he said was making Wolfwood blush. It would be cute if it weren’t so annoying.
“Miss?” Milly asked, eyes bright and shockingly perceptive. It made her an ideal choice for the insurance company, despite her silly and distractible nature. She was, in fact, much like Vash in that way.
“Hmm?” Meryl turned to her partner.
“Are you upset about Mr. Vash?” Milly asked her, rather bluntly.
Meryl felt her face grow hot, “Not really.” It didn’t sound convincing.
Milly frowned slightly, “Well, ma’am, I don’t think you should worry too much. Mr. Vash cares a bunch for you, but he doesn’t want to get too close to anyone. He doesn’t want us to shoulder his burdens, you know?” She took a drink of her own beverage, a gold-rush cocktail, before continuing, “He needs to learn to let us help! It’s so frustrating, right?”
Meryl nodded, “It is frustrating! After all the worrying he lets us get up to, he doesn’t even have the gall to lean on us a little! It’s not like we can’t fight! You blow everyone away with your gun.”
“And you’re a great gunwoman, too!” Milly agreed, nodding, “A fantastic sharpshooter!”
Meryl took another look at the boys, who were somehow getting redder by the second, as Vash had tried to pull Wolfwood into an impromptu dance, and failed to dip him, leading to the priest nearly falling. “I bet they’re not even going to let us know that they need to retire,” she grumbled, then took another swig, emptying her beer.
She was, of course, correct, as the now very uncoordinated Wolfwood pulled Vash up the stairs that led to the lodging part of the hotel, likely back to their room, where they would pass out fully clothed.
Vash was giggling, and Wolfwood was blushing, and neither one of them had thought to mention anything to her, again. Meryl scanned the room, feeling multiple types of frustration. She was irritated with the boys, and she irritated with herself for the caring.
And, another part of her, that she would never admit to, was feeling sexually and romantically frustrated. It had been so long since she’d been in a relationship, or even had a good one night stand. It wasn’t something she normally cared too hard about, but it gnawed on her. She never felt like she needed a man to feel whole, or necessarily even missed any of her exes, but sometimes it hurt to realize she didn’t have anyone like that. It was nice to have someone to who you could lean on, and it was nice to get touched and loved on.
Meryl certainly didn’t expect to find love tonight, at a random bar, but part of her did hope she would find someone to spend a nice night with. The pickings, unfortunately, seemed rather slim. There were a couple of men at the pool table, but both were a little older, and a little scruffier, than she liked. A passed out man napped faced down at the bar, and that was a definite ‘no.’
“Ugh,” She grumbled, at no one in particular.
Milly looked up at her, eyes warm like tea on a cold morning, and took her hand. She smiled, “Come outside with me, Miss! I have a surprise for you!”
“Huh?” Meryl responded, a little drunk, and a lot confused. She stood up, slightly unsteady, and allowed her tall friend to guide her outside.
The two women stood on the outdoor patio. It was nothing special, quite small and made out of cheap wood, but there was a little metal table and chair set, likely used for a couples who wanted a semi-romantic dinner on a budget.
It was cool, surprisingly so, considering how hot it had been that day, their breaths a whips of white against the chilly air. Meryl leaned her arms on the small wooden railing surrounding the patio, and looked up at the sky.
“What was the surprise?” She turned her head to look at her partner, who was leaning so her upper back was against the railing.
“Just look up!” Milly grinned, her smile full of sunshine.
Meryl turned her attention to the sky. It was clear and blue-black, dotted with bright yellow stars. It was lovely, but not particularly unusual. “What am I looking for?” She asked.
“Just keep watching!” Milly giggled.
“I don’t-“ Meryl started before seeing the sky light up with quick flashes of bright blue and white light. It was shooting stars, streaking through the sky like angels in heaven. “Oh my gosh,” Meryl’s eyes widened, “It’s beautiful.”
Milly warped a large arm over her shoulder, warming her up. Her voice was light and airy, “Make a wish, Ma’am!”
“I wish,” She started to say, but then Milly cut her off with a finger to her lips.
“Shhh,” She said, “It needs to be a secret or it won’t come true.”
“Okay,” Meryl blushed, and closed her eyes, making the wish silently in her head.
Milly nodded, “Now it’s sure to come true!”
Meryl looked up into her eyes, bright and blue, like a happy sky. She hadn’t noticed how pretty they were before. She stumbled slightly, her left foot loosing its balance, and causing her to fall to the side.
She braced herself for a sharp thud, which never came. Instead, there was the warm embrace of strong arms to hold her steady. “Woah,” she breathed out.
Milly giggled, “I got you, Ma’am!”
“So you do,” Meryl mumbled out, feeling somewhat embarrassed. She could feel her face burning red, which made her want to burry her face into something to hide her dignity.
Another part of her brain, however, one loosed by alcohol, was coming to the realization that Milly certainly was tall and strong, things that always drew her to certain men. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out.
“You’re making a funny face right now!” Milly smiled, no malice behind words.
“You’re just really pretty right now,” Meryl blurted out.
“Huh?!” It was now Milly’s turn to be embarrassed, the tips of her ears turning red at the praise.
Such simple words managing to spur her on, “It’s true. Pretty and tall.” She smirked, as Milly was pretty, tall and strong. She was also kind, the kindest, in fact.
The tiny woman leaned up, and pressed a small kiss to Milly’s lips. She immediately pulled back, shocked at her own actions.
“I’m sor-“ Meryl started to say, but was immediately cut off by Milly pulling her back into another kiss. Milly tasted sweet and lemony from her cocktail, and her lips were surprisingly soft, softer than any man Meryl had hooked up with.
She closed her eyes, as Milly licked at her lips, as for permission for more, which was immediately granted. It was honey-sweet. Milly was a surprisingly good kisser, gentle yet composed, able to easily lead the dance.
“Woah,” Meryl said as they parted, the heat from the kiss making their breaths white against the cold night.
“Feelin’ better?” Milly asked her, her face flush.
“Yeah,” Meryl answered, feeling shy, “But, I’m getting pretty cold. Maybe we should head inside?”
Milly immediately picked up on the hint being left, “Why don’t we go upstairs? I know something that could get you nice and toasty.”
When they arrived at their room, Milly wasted no time in stripping her, leaving her in her special lingerie. It wasn’t anything particularly fancy, Meryl might have been from a better off family than most, but not so rich she could afford the truly expensive stuff, especially when men had no idea the value of things, and were all too eager to roughly tear it apart. But it wasn’t cheap either, it was decently priced, mid-range undergarments, consisting of a black bra designed to push up her breasts giving the illustration of being at least a cup-size larger than they actually were, and a pair of lacy panties. Both pieces had what appeared to be a design loosely inspired by feathers stitched on them, and small black bows.
Milly giggled, still fully dressed, “We’re you planning on getting lucky tonight, Ma’am?”
“Ugh,” Meryl frowned, “Don’t remind me.”
“Don’t worry,” Milly started stripping out of her own dress, leaving it on the ground as it fell, “I was always able to make any love sick girl forget her man in no time, back home!” She gave a little thumbs up, now standing in her plain and simple white bra and panties. It was, frankly, incredibly stupid how sexy she looked.
“Please don’t talk about other girls while we’re having sex,” Meryl rolled her eyes, as she reached forward to pull Milly into another quick kiss.
Meryl could practically feel Milly’s almost smug expression, as she took her time exploring her mouth, learning the texture of her teeth and palette.
She, a bit clumsily, pushed her hands to her partner’s toned back, searching for the clasp on her bra. This was, to her irritation, harder on someone else than she’d expected, and she wondered if she should apologize to her ex boyfriends.
There was a soft rustle, as the clasp unhooked. The woman broke their kiss, as Meryl pushed Milly’s bra off, freeing her large breasts. Gently, she placed the bra on the bedside table.
She swallowed thickly. If it had been another situation, she’d have felt envious, but right now, she could finally understand why men would trip over themselves to even get the chance at one kiss from a pretty girl. They were much bigger than Meryl’s own, and so they hung down slightly from their own weight. The skin was slightly lighter than the rest of her, due to never getting the chance to be in the sun.
“Wow,” She said, at a loss for words.
“Like what you see?” Milly asked, pressing them together, cheekily.
“Mhmm,” Meryl said and popped the right breast into her mouth. Milly immediately moaned as Meryl sucked and toyed with it, almost as if she were trying to draw milk. Milly squirmed at her touch, suddenly shyer than her precious bravery would let on.
She brought the nipple to a hard point, then let it drop from her mouth with a soft pop. She gently blew on the tip, then took the left one into her mouth, and proceeded to do the same as with the right.
When the left breast left Meryl’s mouth, the brunette stated, smiling, “I’m glad you’re finally getting lucky!”
“Excuse me?” Meryl huffed in response.
“Your pretty panties, Miss!” Milly clarified, “You wouldn’t wear such fancy things out for no reason. It’s been such a long time, too!”
Meryl flushed, “Please don’t remind me.”
Milly, apparently, chose to ignore the comment, “The last time you took them out was for that older gentleman you spent a few nights with last year or so.”
Meryl cringed, thinking, ‘Had it really been that long?’ Still, this was something only a woman would notice. Men, for some reason, seemed to think lingerie was standard underwear, and ladies were just wearing it all the time. That, or they thought everything any woman does was a secret display for them, personally.
“Still,” Milly blushed, “I’m glad it’s with me. I can treat you better than any of those guys at the bar could! I could treat you better than any guy at any bar!”
“Well,” Meryl pressed her hands on Milly’s back, enjoying the feel of tight muscles under her skin, and pushed her forward, so that she was now on top of the tiny black-haired woman, “You should show me.”
Milly smiled, lightly bashful, and leaned down the press a kiss to the space between Meryl’s shoulder and her neck. Meryl let out a soft moan, almost too quiet to hear.
Milly pressed several more kisses, never going too hard to leave a mark in such visible area, she was a gentleman, after all. She laced a hand under Meryl’s soft back, skillfully undoing the hooks.
Gracefully, taking care not to stretch out the garment, she pulled the silky straps down Meryl’s pale arms. The cups hung loosely over her small breasts, before Milly lifted the bra off entirely.
They were small, and nicely shaped, like coupe glass, their lack of weight allowing them to stand tall and perky. The nipples were already hard, and Milly playfully flicked on.
Meryl let out a whimper, “Don’t tease me.”
“Sorry,” Milly said, and kissed the breast in apology. She took it into her mouth, and sucked. She rolled her tongue against the hard point, as Meryl moaned.
Milly repeated the same action with its twin. She paused to suck hard, leaving a purple bruise that would be out of sight one she was redressed.
She kiss further down, down the skin on her rib cage, and down the softness of her thin belly. She stopped at the black fabric of the panties, and breathed out. Her hot breath causing Meryl to shudder.
“Weirdo,” Meryl whimpered, no real bite to her voice.
“You love it,” Milly smiled, sounding too happy to truly come off as teasing, more as if she were simply stating a known fact.
She licked her gently, wetting the black silk with her tongue. Meryl let out an involuntary whine, and shut her eyes as Milly continued to poke at her with her tongue, teasing her gleefully.
Meryl’s short legs squirmed as she felt the panties get pulled the side, the air in the room almost too cold, as the heat inside her squirmed in nervousness. She’d never been with a girl before, and whilst she understood the logistics behind it, she felt like a back in her schoolgirl days, shyly getting undressed with her first serious boyfriend. That, of course, had gone much more awkwardly, with more fumbling and a distinct lack of skill on both sides.
Meryl moaned, wantonly, as she felt Milly’s hot tongue directly on her wetness, licking up the strip slowly at first, before moving down faster. She gripped the bed sheets as she felt Milly piece the barrier, feeling her hot and deep inside. It was so much better than any of her previous lovers, Milly was so attentive and skilled with her tongue, exploring her with a level of ease she didn’t know was possible.
Milly continued to pleasure the inside of her for a while, before popping out to lick back up the outside. She placed the cute nub of her partner into her mouth, and worked on carefully making love to it, until it hit its peak.
Meryl came, hard and sudden, with a yell. Heat and endorphins flooding her body, as she felt her walls contract. She opened her eyes, to see Milly shuddering, realizing that, at some point, she’d pulled down her own panties, which hung loosely around her thighs, and had been pleasuring herself.
She’d been pleasuring herself to Meryl, to having herself on Meryl. Milly shut her own eyes and came with a soft shudder, her tall body shaking.
“Come here,” she gently urged Milly forward, so her hips were straddling her face, and pressed a kiss against pelvis. She noticed that Milly rarely shaved, and so she was a bit harrier than Meryl, herself, but also she realized she liked it. It was attractive.
She licked downward, trying to copy Milly’s own movements on her. She was shy, a bit awkward, but Milly moaned encouragingly, unashamedly.
She was salty, probably like how the oceans on Earth must have tasted, if what her teachers said in school were true. The idea of huge bodies of blue water, more vast than anyone could ever drink, felt like a fairytale. She absentmindedly pictured the two of them frolicking in the water, carefree and naked, far away from deserts or gunfights. She didn’t know how to swim, but was confident they could both learn.
It wasn’t long before Milly came on her tongue, her pretty eyes rolling back as she let out a moan, much sharper than when she brought herself to climax.
She rolled next to her lover, and pressed a small kiss to her round cheek. Her hand traveled down, this time pushing the black panties off entirely.
Her fingers danced along the entrance of Meryl, who was already so slick, they were able to enter with ease. Meryl groaned, feeling her walls tighten around the longer fingers inside of her. There was a saying about people who worked with their hands, but Meryl was too orgasm brained to think of it.
“So cute,” Milly giggled, “You’re hugging me so tightly.”
Meryl wanted to say something, smart or mildly snarky, at that comment, but she couldn’t think of anything, and her insides tightened harder at the praise. Apparently, her pussy had no sense of shame.
She came then, lazy and easy, much more casually than her previous climax had left her. She let out a soft sigh.
“Better than any man from a bar, right?” Milly smirked, and Meryl just rolled her eyes. She raised a slender hand and pinched Milly’s cheek.
They ended up taking a quick shower, before cuddling up in nightshirts, and going to sleep.
If, whatever happened last night would make things awkward between people, it did not appear to make anything awkward for Milly, who chirped happily the next morning with Vash over breakfast. They shoved sweet, syrup coated, pancakes into their mouths with enthusiasm.
She wrapped her arm around Meryl, protectively. And Meryl leaned in, feeling warm.
Meryl lost the conversation minutes ago, her hangover headache left her unable to be fully present. (Something about how syrup on earth came from trees? What a strange concept.)
She swirled the coffee in her mug, it was cheap and burnt, but hot, and soothing. She then picked at her Thomas eggs, knowing she should keep something in her stomach for the long ride to the next town that would be coming soon.
Wolfwood seemed similarly hungover, as he didn’t even seem to bother undoing his shirt like he normally would, keeping it buttoned tight. The way he held himself indicated his body was sore, and Meryl wondered if he’d even made it to his bed, or if he’d fallen asleep on the hotel floor.
Vash laughed at something Milly said, and placed a hand on Wolfwood’s shoulder, causing the man to blush intently. Meryl wondered if something embarrassing happened last night, when Milly chimed in, voice like an angel, but a smile like a little devil, “Had fun last night?”