Vash visibly relaxed when Meryl opened the door and he saw she wasn’t scowling or glaring at him. Her lips were tightly pushed together as she looked doubtfully at Vash until she started to slowly speak to the spiky haired outlaw. “Prove it. If you find me sexy then…then…kiss me!”

Vash blinked at the request, not expecting Meryl to ask him to do something like that. Blushing, he puckered his lips and leaned down to kiss the much shorter girl. Meryl tilted her head up and got ready to kiss back, but as their lips hovered in front of each other, they froze as they locked eyes.

Meryl didn’t know why she had asked for the kiss, she had just wanted to see how Vash would react. She didn’t expect he would just do it, but now that they were a fraction of an inch from touching lips she wasn’t sure. A few seconds ticked by and neither one of them could make the first move. Milly, who had clasped her hands and squealed in glee when Meryl had asked for a kiss, frowned as she watched the pair freeze. Her smile returned when she realized how she could help move this along. Giving Vash a kick to the butt, she giggled as he shifted forward and connected his lips with Meryl’s lips.

The moment he felt his lips crush into Meryl’s soft, sweet lips his instincts kicked in and he began kissing her. He started softly, sucking on her mouth before he started to kiss her harder, a hand going around her wide back to pull her closer. Meryl was shocked when she felt Vash kissing her, but when she noticed that she was kissing him back she gasped in surprise. Their lips moved together, both trying to kiss the other harder. Vash started to move his hand down Meryl’s back until he was rubbing her large rear. He pressed his hand into the soft mound of fat and muscle, feeling it jiggle against his palm. They held the kiss a moment longer, finally breaking it with a mutual sigh. Vash and Meryl remained close together, looking into each other’s eyes until they heard loud sniffling beside them.

“That was so beautiful,” Milly sobbed softly, wiping the tears from her eyes. Vash and Meryl could only look at the tall girl and blush, realizing fully what they had done. They both could still feel the electricity between them from the kiss. It had been so passionate, but brief. They both wanted to continue, but were afraid to say it out loud. Too meek to say what they wanted, Milly spoke for them.

“You two looked so perfect together. It was like you were made for one another,” Milly said wistfully as she wrung her fingers together. She bit her lip as she knew what to do now to not only make her best friend happy, but also make Mr. Vash happy as well. “I think it would be good for the both of you if you had sex right now.”

“WHAT!”

Milly ignored the stunned looks on the pair’s faces and explained with a big, gleeful smile. “It makes perfect sense. Meryl wants to feel beautiful and if you have sex with Mr. Vash you’ll know that your desirable to any man. Also Mr. Vash, I think you need this. You’ve been so stressed lately with everyone shooting at you; a little bit of fun will make you feel a lot less jumpy. My big, big brother always used to tell me, nothing fixes a problem like the F-word.”

“Milly, you can’t be serious,” Meryl said as she marvelled at how innocent Milly could be after saying such a dirty suggestion. “I can’t have sex with Vash the Stampede! We just kissed and while that might have been good…really good…I’m not going to sleep with him. It would be too embarrassing besides Vash isn’t interested in me like that.”

“If he’s not interested then why has he not removed his hand from your butt?” Milly pointed out. Meryl’s face went deep red, Vash had been keeping his hand on her butt. He wasn’t squeezing it, just holding her soft cheeks in the palm of his hand. Looking up at the bumbling, blushing gunslinger, he smiled gingerly at her and slowly removed his hand. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be,” Meryl nervously said. Something in the back of her head she was trying to tell herself to stop, but her body felt so warm and a voice urging her to go on. Vash stared at the chubby girl, wondering whether he should tell him that the idea of having sex with her didn’t sound half bad and risk getting slapped. Licking his dry lips, he felt his own body crave for Meryl’s soft frame. Gulping, he smiled warmly at her, showing that he wasn’t too bothered by the idea.

“I can tell you're having trouble deciding what to do. I think this is something you both really need so to make sure that you go through with this….”