and definitely don’t think about sitting in his lap and him being even more handsy because there’s so much more skin for him to touch ,,, in public :3 ,,,
(x) i am most definitely thinking about it...
the quiet sound of waves lapping the shore and a gentle breeze ruffling your hair and vash's big, warm hands around your hips, fiddling with your bikini bottoms while you chat with nico.
you're relaxing back against vash's chest, half-heartedly humming along to a story nico is telling about a time he almost drowned—or a time he almost drowned someone? you're not entirely sure. because all you can focus on is a long finger sliding under the knotted strings, the pad of it caressing the crease of your thigh in languid swipes, and the thumbs rubbing little circles on your lower back, pushing your bikini down bit by bit until he's brushing over the swell of your ass while you vehemently try to keep a straight face
of course you fail, and nico is quick to narrow his eyes at the way you're squirming after vash tugs a little too hard on a string and accidentally undoes the bow. shooting vash a small glare as he murmurs, "stop feeling her up in public, you perv."
