[Vash is laying flat in a snowbank, yet he hardly feels the cold as they kiss. He's perfectly warm, too full of love himself to BE cold as he wraps his arms loosely around Ain's waist, nuzzling him even long after they've parted. Suddenly, all he can think about is sitting by that fire with Ain until they're practically kicked out, all cuddled up and warm...
And for a moment, he lapses, forgetting about Ain's question. Instead, he speaks before he can stop himself or think better of it, his forehead resting against Ain's.]
I wish we could stay here.
[He blurts this, breathless. Almost pleading, even though he knows neither of them can do anything about it.]
I...want to stay here. With you.
[But it's an empty request. Hollow. There's no point in even entertaining it.]
no subject
And for a moment, he lapses, forgetting about Ain's question. Instead, he speaks before he can stop himself or think better of it, his forehead resting against Ain's.]
I wish we could stay here.
[He blurts this, breathless. Almost pleading, even though he knows neither of them can do anything about it.]
I...want to stay here. With you.
[But it's an empty request. Hollow. There's no point in even entertaining it.]