Just Desserts

Just Desserts

Just Desserts

Disclaimer: I do not own Trigun.

Ding.

The sounds Meryl’s typewriter echoed throughout the old house. She had been at it for hours and was sure this was the longest report he had ever written on her subject.

Click. Click. Click. Click.

Ding.

Vash the Stampede.

The young dark-haired beauty stopped her heavy typing and stretched her arms into the warm night air, reliving her back of the tension it kept. She cracked her neck, her fingers, and even her toes. She swung around in her chair and noticed her partner had already gone to bed. How late was it anyway? She checked her watched to find out. Meryl’s eyes widened.

It was 2 am!

She sighed, her father was right, she was a workaholic.

The insurance girl stood up from the old faux wood chair and made her way to her suitcase where she found the oversized blouse she used as a nightshirt. She quickly undressed and slipped the shirt over her tiny figure. She removed her golden earrings and placed them in the secret compartment in her travel case, just to be safe. Afterwards, Meryl slipped into her purple slippers and made her way to the bathroom where she washed her face and brushed her teeth. When she was done with her nightly routine she made her way back to the hallway but was surprised when her stomach made a low gurgling noise, “Guess this means I’m taking a pit stop at the kitchen first.”

After carefully walking down the dark stairs, trying not the wake the priest, the tall insurance girl, or the Humanoid Typhoon, she made her way to the small refrigerator. She slowly opened the door to see its contents.

“Leftovers…leftovers…something green and moldy…leftovers….hello, what’s this?” Meryl’s eyes sparkled as she found the gift from the gods: Double Fudge Chocolat-Chip Chocolate Ice Cream. The sinful treat seemed to glow in the refrigerator light as if it called to Meryl, but she was strong…she would not crumble to it’s chocolaty goodness…no way! She had willpower, damnit! She looked back at the ice cream.

No she didn’t.

The tiny insurance girl reached for the container only to feel a warm hand on it before her. She looked up to see Vash the Stampede trying to steal her ice cream away from her.

Violet met Green as both adults glared daggers at one another. Vash tugged the carton towards him only to have Meryl tug it back in her direction. Soon a tug-of-war for the ice cream began.

“I saw it first, broomhead!” Meryl whispered pulling the prize towards her.

“I grabbed it first, insurance girl!” Vash whispered while pulling it back.

“What about your philosophy for ‘Love and Peace?’ doesn’t this fighting for ice cream go against that?” The woman asked trying to make the tall man feel guilty.

“You’re right,” he said smirking and pulled both the ice cream and Meryl to drawer where he grabbed two spoons. He then dragged her and the ice cream to the kitchen table where he placed the spoon in Meryl’s free hand. “For Love,” he said and then picked up his spoon. “And for Peace.”

Both adults sat at the table, spoons in hand, and began to share the delicious ice cream. “Shouldn’t we get bowls?” Meryl asked scooping a chunk of ice cream. “Nah,” Vash answered joining her assault on the ice cream. “By the time we’re through there probably be none left.” Just as he was about to take another spoonful he urgently looked at Meryl, “Oh, just incase they asked, the ice cream was stolen by bandits. Agreed?”

Meryl laughed, “Agreed.”

The two insomniacs ate in silence until the blonde man spoke up, “You know insurance girl, this is the first time we’ve been alone together without you yelling at me.” He looked down at the ice cream, “It’s kind of…nice.”

“What,” she asked, “Us being alone or me not yelling at you?”

Vash smiled at her, “Being alone…” he mumbled before he realized what he was saying and then quickly laughed it off, “But you not yelling at me isn’t so bad, short girl!”

Meryl glared at him and angrily stabbed the ice cream with her spoon and took another scoop.

Vash noticed her hostility towards the ice cream and decided to change the subject, “So…” he said while playing with his spoon. “I know I’m up ‘cause I just couldn’t sleep with Wolfwood’s aggravating snoring, but how about you?” He looked at her, “Do you always stay up this late?”

“When there’s a lot of paper work to get done I do.” she answered and watched his spoon drop for the container.