Vashwood Week Day 7: Honeymoon
[context: this is another moment from my Stargaze AU]
"But what are we gonna do about the honeymoon…"
"Honeymoon?" They stood in the motel room, Eriks' arm wrapped around Wolfwood's neck, still holding the bag with rings.
"That's what you do after you get married right?" Wolfwood smirked, "groom sweeps up the bride and they run off to wherever so they can go at it."
"We don't have to, I don't think we can even afford anywhere special," Vash laughed.
"Sure we don't have to, but don't you wanna?" Wolfwood leaned in closer with a grin that made Eriks fight back a giggle, "even if it's just a day, we should celebrate it." He kissed his cheek before pulling away to put away the other supplies they'd gotten during the errand, "we'd probably only get a day or two based on every other place we've been."
Eriks stood there for a moment, watching Wolfwood as his heart beat with excitement. He could barely stand to wait, he almost wanted to take the rings out and get it over with right now. They'd taken over a year to get here after that initial "proposal" though, they didn't want to just rush it now.
A honeymoon…a few days alone with Wolfwood with no one around would be the dream but that wasn't…unless…
"I have an idea!"
The fan creaked overhead as the wind from outside pushed through gaps of the house, making it turn. Morning sunlight spilled through the large cathedral-like windows, shining right onto the bed. Wolfwood groaned, slowly opening his eyes to the brightness, taking a deep breath and wiping them with his left hand before they got caught on the shine coming from his finger. He looked down at the gold ring, smiling before looking at Vash. There was a small trail of drool as he laid there wrapped in Wolfwood's other arm, still fast asleep. The warmth in his chest grew at the silver ring on Vash's right hand.
He gently pushed the strands of hair out of his face, he knew he was exhausted from the previous night (Wolfwood had made sure of that), but he wasn't going to spend the first morning of their honeymoon alone. "Vash," he rubbed his shoulder, "it's time to get up." Vash groaned, reaching out with his right arm and pulling himself closer into Wolfwood, nuzzling into his chest.
Wolfwood rolled his eyes, running his hand through the long blonde locks, "come on Blondie, you don't want breakfast?" There was no response. He let out a sigh, resorting to his extreme measure as he sat up in the bed.
Vash began to whine as he tried to pull him back down with his one arm, "come back…"
"You're not hungry?"
"No," he whined as he continued to try and pull him back, eyes still shut.
"Not even for a donut?" His eyes opened to see Wolfwood holding a pink box with a handle.
Vash sat up, "when did you get these?!"
"I hid em with the stuff," he smirked as he handed them to Vash, "all for you." Vash looked down at the box before looking back up at Wolfwood, that warm smile he loved spreading across his face as he set the box aside before kissing Wolfwood, his hand resting on his cheek.
Wolfwood grinned, "not eating a donut first? You really are into me."
Vash chuckled as he looked at the silver earring that matched his ring on Wolfwood's ear, "maybe."
"Does that mean I can have a piece of one?"
"Don't push it."
He laughed, "worth a shot." He kissed him again before pulling away with an even bigger grin on his face, "we're married!"
"We are!"
"And I officiated it."
"You did," Vash giggled as Wolfwood pulled him in closer by his waist.
"Maybe we should've done a little extra."
"Like what?"
"What about one of those just married things on the back of Angelina?"
Vash laughed, "could you even stand it?"
"No, the sound would drive me nuts."
He began to twirl his fingers in the hair on the back of Wolfwood's head, the sensation and that warmth in his blue eyes making his insides melt, "you're my husband now."
Wolfwood's eyes widened as his face suddenly felt hot, that warm gaze becoming unbearable. Vash smirked, "you okay, my husband?" Wolfwood swallowed, the words meant for him coming from Vash's voice turning that warmth into a heat as his brain struggled to keep a grip on itself. Vash moved closer, causing him to back away stumbling onto his back as he looked up at Vash over him.
"What, do you like it when I call you that?" Vash's smirk had become a mischievous grin, making his heart pound so hard that if not for his ribcage it would've left his chest long ago.
Chills went down his spine as Vash's fingertips began to run down his chest, the look in his eyes having that hunger that made him tremble. "I…I'm hungry," he looked to the side to gain some of his mind back, "how about breakfast first?"
"Sure," Wolfwood let out a sigh of relief before it was quickly retracted as Vash leaned down, their chests pressing against each other and his earring brushing against Wolfwood's cheek as he softly spoke in his ear, "my husband Nicholas~"
Within the blink of an eye, Vash found himself on his back, Wolfwood's left hand holding his arm above his head as he stared up at him, his face now flushed, but the grin still there. He glanced between the gold ring on his finger and the gold earring on Vash's ear as a grin spread across his own face.
"I thought you were hungry?"
"I am," he leaned down, kissing along Vash's neck as he began to move down his body.
The chair creaked as Vash leaned against Wolfwood, pressing his face into his shoulder and pulling the blanket around them closer. They had pushed the chairs on the porch together as much as possible to watch the sunset for their last night, the air heavy over them.
It had been several days now, one more than they had initially planned in the house. In the short time, they had gotten comfortable with the routine, with the house. Their things had spots they went, they woke up every morning and stayed in bed for a while before breakfast, which Wolfwood would always make while Vash held him from behind, then they'd end up spending the day talking as they ended up fixing something in the house, relaxing on the porch, or crawling back into bed. They'd gotten so used to it, it wasn't till the food was visibly low that they remembered they weren't staying here. That they had to leave. That it had to end.
Even if the chances were low, Home did know about this house. They could come checking at anytime. Not to mention, Legato was now actively hunting them. Staying still was only increasing the risk day by day.
But god, he wanted to. He wanted to stay in this house with Wolfwood, he didn't want to go back to Eriks yet. Nothing would change between them, but this quiet life he craved to have wasn't possible as Eriks.
It was impossible as the Stampede.
Wolfwood blew out smoke as the bits of orange grew smaller and smaller on the horizon, their hands squeezing tighter together. His heart ached, wishing for the sun to stop moving, or at the very least just move slower.
Just one more day…please…
As the last bits of sun disappeared, the moonlight beginning to sparkle on the sand, Wolfwood lifted their hands up, kissing the back of Vash's, "we'll come back." Vash looked at him, his eyes feeling hot as Wolfwood smiled at him weakly, "there's a couple things we gotta fix up still right?"
Vash looked at him for a moment, taking a deep inhale before smiling back, "yeah. It'll be nice to have a shower."
"What about a bath?"
Vash leaned back against Wolfwood, "that would be a lot of water."
"We could reuse it."
"Gross!" Vash let out a chuckle.
"Don't even, I know you've been through way nastier."
"You're not wrong. Where would we even get the money?"
"There's gotta be odd jobs somewhere around here, someone always needs somebody doing something."
"Maybe we go out on trips to get money and then come back?"
"Sounds good to me. Though…" Wolfwood looked off, a bit lost in thought before shaking his head, "never mind."
"Hm?"
"Don't worry about it, just thinking of what else the house needs," his thumb rubbed against the back of Vash's hand, "one day."
His throat felt tight as his vision began to blur, "one day."
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