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"Tell me," Vash speaks, his chest vibrating against your head, "Do you ever dream about your future?"
You lift your head and look up to him, his bright blue eyes looking down at you at an angle, just barely visible through his orange sunglasses. You laugh, reaching up to his face, lifting the big orange circles upwards. Vash scrunches his nose in response, immediately smiling afterwards with a giggle. Laughing in turn, you rest the glasses atop hid head, bits of his hair falling free from the glasses's hold and back down in front of his face again, and you smile warmly as you draw your hand back. He catches your hand on his chest with his right hand, squeezing the one armed hug with his prosthetic arm as he urged his previous question. You stare, and sigh gently after a few seconds.
"Never in depth," You admit, shyly, "Being a couple of wanted 'criminals' traveling like this, we never know when we die. I never gave it much thought." He nods, though you've turned your head away. You can't see his agreeing gesture. He sighs, though, and you look back up at him, a look resembling curiosity on your face. "Why do you ask?"
"I had a thought," He follows, smiling at you, "About us, y'know? In the future, I mean." You propped yourself on your elbow and looked at him with a more in depth look of curiosity and he laughed. "Maybe we could get a place of our own, I dunno. We could invite friends and have get together events and small parties and such. Living away from the fight, away from the bloodshed, even for a little."
You giggle at the light that suddenly flashed his eyes, nudging his waist gently. "And you never told me sooner? That sounds beautiful!"
"You mean it?" He chimes, looking back at you with wider eyes, "It's not a dumb idea?"
"Why would it be?" you ponder, scooting yourself upwards towards him, "Being at peace like that, and TOGETHER, above all? That's not a dumb idea. In fact, none of your ideas are dumb. We could have a few guest bedrooms for people, maybe a deck, or a wrap around porch? And all the food we can ever eat, provided we have the right stuff to make what we like-"
There you went, rambling again. It was one of the things he loved about you. When you had something to talk about, you had the ability to talk for ages it seemed, and he didn't mind it at all. He actually liked seeing you like this, Wrapped up in an idea, even if it wasn't your own. He smiled at you, pulling you atop him as you continued, something about pets and having a farm in the longer run. His hands rested in the small of your back, yours on his chest as you spoke, occasionally using your hands to talk with gestures as you kept going. Somewhere he wondered when you'd run out of breath. Though at the same time, he didn't want that to happen. Seeing you so passionate, so happy about something for the first time since the last town you left together on the run. It wasn't something he wanted to see end.
Ah, but alas, it had to happen sooner or later.
You hang your head, panting, your hair falling in front of his face loosely and he laughs, poking your sides a couple of times. You can't help but squirm a bit, inching your way up his torso as you moved, giggling your newly regained breath. When you look back up, you're met with bright sky blue eyes and a gentle smile. He moves his hands a bit, resting them on the upper part of your back before chuckling.
"Sounds like it was one of my best ideas yet," Vash whispered, moving his right hand to brush some of your hair out from your face. You smile, your cheeks suddenly pink as you look back down at your hands. He stops you suddenly, lifting your chin up with a finger and smiles up at you again. "Is that something you want to do, though? A home for us? And however many animals you want, too?" He takes his hand and rests it against your cheek, practically searching your eyes for the answer.
You giggle, nodding as you lean into his hand, looking into his eyes with a blurry shine on top of them.
"Did I make you cry? I'm sorry-"
"No-" You interrupt him, holding his hand against your face eagerly, "It's just that, I've never thought of having a Home before. It feels so ethereal just thinking about it now, really. I never thought it would happen." The tear that threatened your eyes fall, and you sniff softly as he continues watching you. "It's something you want, though, right?"
He nods, somewhat too quickly as he reaches his fingers behind your neck and through your hair softly. "More than anything, really. As long as you're happy, (y/n), more than anything."
The last words were a mere whisper before the distance between you both was closed in, a soft touch for both of you, could easily be mistaken for the sound of a feather hitting the ground. Your soft kiss seemed to last for more than forever, at least to you. The sweet smell of cinnamon and a sweet floral tone on his clothes is suddenly more noticeable to you. With a soft giggle, you pulled away, and he rested his head back against his bag with a soft sigh.
"And what about your happiness?" you ponder, tapping your fingers on his chest softly, "Surely you'd want something out of that plan, too, right?"
He shook his head with a laugh and looked up, taking a deep breath. "So long as we get more nights like this, nights where we can just-" He wraps his arms around you completely, tightening his arm's grip with a content sigh, "So long as we can stay together, just like this, even if the sky somehow brings rain, I'll be happy, (y/n). I'm always happy when i'm with you."
You smile again, but just as quickly, your positions are shifted again. A few shuffles, giggles and more content sighs, and you're both in the same position you were in before. Your head on his chest, his arm around your waist, other hand holding your own, and your feet tangled together under the blanket draped over your lower torso and legs. You both sigh happily and he looks up at the sky littered with stars, smiling brightly.
"Home, with you, will make me so happy."
