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From: whoa_nellie40@hotmail.com (whoa nellie) 
 

Title: Goose and Gander
Author: Whoa Nellie (whoa_nellie40@hotmail.com)
Series: TNG
Repost: 4/7
Rating: NC-17
Codes: P/Vash
Summary: With a little more than a month left until Picard and Vash's
Author's Note:  Feel free to archive to any pertinent site.  In
preparation to play in our Double Entendre universe in the coming
year, we're reposting the stories from that universe as a refresher
(or introduction to those who haven't read our earlier work).  These
stories have been polished up a bit, but they are still are earliest
pieces from when we began writing nearly a decade ago.  Edited-down
versions of most of our stories can be found through our author page
at fanfiction.net:

http://www.fanfiction.net/profile.php?userid=85355
  
As always: Paramount owns all the marbles, we just have a lot more fun
playing with them.
Feedback is always appreciated - posted or e-mail. 

Whoa Nellie's Picard/Vash Romance Fan Fiction website is at:
http://www.geocities.com/TimesSquare/Galaxy/7926/

Whoa Nellie's Sci-Fi Romance Fan Fiction website is at:
http://www.geocities.com/whoa_nellies2000/

Continued from Part 3

	Vash's breath caught in her throat at the sexual heat so plainly
visible in the handsome chiseled features of his face.  Jean-Luc's
mouth descended onto hers, crushing her lips beneath his in a
forcefully possessive kiss.  Vash's arms fell helplessly to her sides.
 She could feel the entire length of his hard muscular form against
her as he pressed her back against the window.  He used the hand that
had been cupping her cheek to force open her mouth to deepen the kiss
even further.  His tongue plunged past her parted lips, decisively
laying claim to everything in its path.  Vash's own desires became
even more inflamed by the very masculine combination of his
clean-scented aftershave and the slight taste of whiskey in his kiss.

	As her lips and tongue answered the demands of his, Picard could feel
every muscle in his body tighten in fervent response.  His large hands
traveled down along her shoulders and arms until they spanned her tiny
waist.  He slid his mouth from hers to explore the soft skin of her
throat.

	"The window," Vash gasped breathlessly, shuddering slightly as he
gently nuzzled the sensitive spot on her neck just below her ear.

	"They're the same type used on starships, reinforced with
forcefields; but these are completely mirrored on the outside," Picard
murmured reassuringly against her skin as he breathed in the sweet
scent of her.  His mouth reached the hollow of her throat and he could
feel her very rapid pulse against his lips.  Flicking his tongue
against her pulse point, he was rewarded when she gasped and rolled
her head back against the glass.  His mouth moved even lower to the
lush cleavage offered by the teal-blue sequined brassiere and his
tongue traced the swell of her breasts.

	Vash's entire body was in a state of highly-charged anticipation. 
The rosy crests of her breasts hardened, pushing against the tiny
sequined bits of cloth restraining them.  Her small hands moved to
grip his broad shoulders, expecting him to remove the bra.  She knew
the exquisite sensations that would flood over her when his mouth
finally claimed the sensitive mounds.  She could only whimper in
confused frustration when, instead of undoing the silver clasp nestled
between her straining breasts.  Jean-Luc moved even lower still.

	Picard laid a trail of hot kisses down the smooth skin of her flat
stomach.  Falling to his knees in front of her, he delighted in
tasting every dip and curve.  Knowing this particular costume
intimately, he reached down to her slender ankles and expertly undid
the hidden clasp on each sequined cuff of the sheer harem pants. 
Continuing to lavish soft kisses over her bare midriff, he reached
around behind her hips to undo the three clasps hidden on the back of
the yoke.  The gossamer material slid down her legs to pool on the
floor at her feet.  He pulled back slightly as she stepped out of the
pants.  Tossing the pants aside, Picard's gaze swept over the vision
of feminine perfection in front of him.  As he admired her marvelous
legs, his hands encircled her graceful ankles just above the silver
high heels.  His eyes followed his hands as they leisurely skimmed up
the smooth, shapely length of her legs.  His hands continued past the
teal-blue, sequined g-string that framed the feminine flare of her
hips to tightly grasp her waist.  He was captivated by the way her
arousal had caused her ivory skin to flush and the lush curves of her
breasts threatening to spill out of their restraint with each
trembling breath.  The very provocative sight only added fuel to his
own burning need.  Suddenly, the glittering blue stone in her navel
caught his attention.  Looking up into her eyes, he gave her one of
his just barely-there smiles.

	Vash quivered as she felt the warmth of his strong hands sliding up
her legs and across her hips to span her waist.  She went weak in the
knees at the devilish expression on his handsome chiseled features. 
She clutched his broad shoulders for support as he leaned in to nuzzle
her midriff.  He placed kisses around her navel before erotically
exploring it with his tongue.  Every touch of his mouth felt like a
lighting strike to her sensitive skin as Jean-Luc used only his lips
and tongue to remove the blue gem-stone from her navel.  Closing her
eyes, Vash moaned his name and writhed helplessly under his hot, moist
assault.

	With the stone clasped in his teeth, Picard stood up and gazed down
at Vash.  Her breathing sounded very ragged as her eyes fluttered
open.  He found his own breath caught in his throat at the fire that
blazed in her blue eyes.  She reached up and her fingertips brushed
sensuously over his lips as she took the stone from his mouth.  In a
deep, resonating whisper, Picard told her, "You are truly a treasure
to the senses, ma chere."

	Before Vash could reply, Jean-Luc lowered his face to hers and
captured her lips with his in a fiercely demanding kiss.  She
responded ravenousnessly as his mouth took command of hers.  Dropping
the stone to the floor, Vash's hands went to work, furiously undoing
the fasteners of his shirt.  She reached up, pushing the shirt off his
broad shoulders and urgently stripping it from his firm torso.  Her
hands traveled upward along his bare arms, lingering on the solid,
bulging biceps.  Reaching his shoulders, she thrilled at the breadth
of them compared to her tiny palms.  Her hands glided down his chest
to explore the rippling pectorals and coarse chest hair.  She marveled
at the power contained in his lean, well-defined muscular body.  Her
hands drifted down over the taut muscles of his stomach to the
waistband of his trousers.  Running her hands over his strong thighs,
Vash found and caressed the evidence of his need.  She heard a low
growl from the back of Jean-Luc's throat as he broke off their kiss. 
Even through the fabric of his trousers, she could feel his body's
hard arousal throbbing under her expert touch.

	"Vash," Picard rasped, half pleading, half warning.  With each
passing moment, his muscles continued to tighten and his hardness grew
as the teasing ministrations of her small hands pushed at the limits
of his control.

	"Please . . .Jean-Luc . . . please . . . take me now," Vash gasped,
her entire body trembling from intense sexual arousal.  His rock hard
body strained impressively against fabric of his trousers, pressing
against her talented hands.  Desperate to satisfy the ache building
inside her, she tried coaxing him with a sultry whispered, "You're so
hard."

	Quickly, Picard captured both of her tiny wrists in one of his large
hands.  He drew them up above her head to lay against the glass window
pane.  Pulling back just slightly, he took a deep calming breath as
his heated gaze swept over the beautiful woman he had pinned to the
window.  She was an exquisite sight, with her curvaceous silhouette
barely contained in her sequined brassiere and g-string.  The one
thing he enjoyed more than having her strip for him was stripping her
himself.  As he stared into her blue eyes, his deep resonating whisper
took on a wolfish tone, "I've been aching ever since you took the
stage earlier this evening.  And make no mistake, mademoiselle, I
intend to have you.  In time, when I'm damn good and ready."

	Picard lowered his face to capture her lips with his in a violently
possessive kiss.  As his tongue plundered the depths of her mouth, he
crushed the hard length of his body against hers, pressing her
forcefully against the window.  He could feel her soft, supple curves
writhing beneath him.  Once again, his mouth slid from hers to slowly
journey back down her graceful neck to explore the lush curves of her
breasts.  His tongue traced the swell of her breasts just before
placing an open mouth kiss at the center of her cleavage.  Picard
smiled into her skin when he felt Vash's hands clench and her body
twisting in his grasp as she panted under her breath, "Oh, you
bastard!"

	Vash's nipples were so hard they ached and she bit her bottom lip in
response to the warmth of his free hand laying flat against her
stomach.  Slowly, he slid his hand up her body to the silver clasp at
the front of her brassiere.  She shivered with anticipation as he
unhooked the clasp and brushed the material aside.

	"So beautiful," Picard murmured as he revealed her bare breasts with
their lush roundness and ivory skin tipped with deep rosy peaks. 
Lowering his face, he captured one of the sweet crests in his mouth. 
Like a starving man, he ravenously tormented first one breast and then
the other.

	Streaks of fire raced through Vash's body as Jean-Luc pulled and
teased the taut nipples.  Whimpering mindlessly from his carnal
onslaught, she vainly tried to pull her hands from his strong grasp. 
His mouth left her breasts to leisurely travel back up to her neck. 
Her breasts were now crushed against the muscular expanse of his
chest, the coarse hair searing her already inflamed nipples.  His free
hand skimmed down the flat plane of her stomach to rest on her
g-string.  Her eyes flew open to stare into his as she felt his large
hand tenderly cup the g-string.  His skillful fingers slipped past the
thin, sequined material to softly stroke the very center of her
desire.  Her entire body felt as if it were made of liquid flames as
his fingertips continued to arouse her.  As his teasing caress took
her even closer to the edge, she breathlessly pleaded, "Please. . .
Johnny . . .please."

	"You're so wet," he breathed in awe as his fingers continued to
erotically invade and fill her.  Releasing her hands, he reached down
to swiftly unhook and strip off her g-string.  As soon as he released
her hands, Vash slid them down his torso to the waistband of his
trousers.  Swiftly, she opened his trousers and he felt delicate
fingers grasp him expertly.  Picard tried to control the surge of need
that went through him as her hand took up the familiar rhythm.  His
mouth attacked hers in a savage kiss.  Breaking the kiss, his voice
was hoarse with arousal as he suggested, "the leg."

	Vash knew immediately what he wanted and moved her hands up to his
broad shoulders to brace herself.  Shifting her weight slightly, she
began to draw her right knee slowly up.

	Picard slid his left hand under her knee and began to slide it down
her leg, straightening her leg out as he went.  Reaching her ankle, he
carefully slid his entire arm under her leg to rest it on his
shoulder.  Standing on her left leg, Vash was doing a complete split
down the length of his body.  He spread his feet slightly further
apart for better balance for what he was about to do.  He tightly
grasped her hips and slowly eased his throbbing length into her heated
depths.  When he had completely buried himself in her softness, he
paused to savor the extraordinary sensations engulfing him.

	Vash sighed sensuously as she felt Jean-Luc join their bodies.  When
he went no further, she whimpered helplessly in her throat at the
frustration.  The heat and fullness left her languishing just beyond
the peak of ecstasy.  In her position, she couldn't move her hips, she
could only wait in torment until he decided to finish the torture that
had begun hours earlier during the party.  The leg holding her up
began to buckle as the sensations began to overwhelm her.

	Picard finally felt the response he had been waiting for.  When Vash
began to sag beneath him, he moved his hands around to cup her
derriere and began thrusting himself using his arms to lift her hips
to meet his.  In this position, he could bury himself completely which
he did with long, hard strokes, pulling himself almost completely out
before driving back into her softness.  He fought to keep his motions
methodical, suppressing the urge to speed up, in order to take Vash to
the very edge of sexual insanity.

	Unable to even stand on her own, Vash relinquished all control to
Jean-Luc.  She gave herself up to the strength and sheer virility of
his masculine presence, surrendering herself to him completely.  With
her body pushed to its limits, an overpowering pressure was building
inside her and every sensation was magnified.  The forceful thrusts of
his muscular hips took her to even higher heights of desire.  His
steady, measured tempo was driving her mad with wanting.  Entangling
her fingers in her hair, Vash mindlessly tossed her head from side to
side as she called out his name.

	Picard's eyes never left Vash as his body took complete possession of
hers.  With her eyes closed, she wore a look of total ecstasy on her
delicate features.  Each of her sweet cries of passion sent an intense
surge of arousal through his own body.  Her body began to tighten
around his and her leg muscles began to quiver.  Unleashing the tight
reign he had held on his own needs, he gradually increased the tempo. 
He drove his hips up, thrusting into her with an ever increasing
urgency.

	"Now, Jean-Luc, now!" Vash cried out as she felt him increasing the
pace.  With each swift movement of his hips, Jean-Luc's body
completely filled her own.  The tension that had he had been building
in her finally reached a crescendo.  Her overwhelming release came in
wave after wave of pleasure crashing over her.  With a primal scream,
Vash's head fell back against the glass and her entire body arched
upward.

	Not breaking stride, Picard watched with wonder as her body arched
toward him with completion.  He continued to drive into her
relentlessly, giving himself up to the burning pleasure of his body
moving in and out of hers.  With one, last, powerful thrust, he held
himself deep inside her as his own explosive release ripped through
him.

	As her leg slipped down from his shoulder, Vash collapsed in a near
swoon against Picard's damp muscular frame.  Her breathing was labored
and spasms raced through her trembling, damp body.  Effortlessly,
Picard swept her tiny, limp frame up into his strong arms.  Falling to
his knees, he gently laid her down on the deep piled carpet. 
Stretching out next to her on his side, he smiled down at her as he
tenderly stroked the silky hair on the top of her head.

	Slowly becoming aware of her surroundings, Vash opened her eyes to
see Jean-Luc smiling down at her, appearing insufferably satisfied. 
As tremors of pleasure continued to course through her quivering body,
she realized her intense release must have triggered a 'La petite
morte.'  Jean-Luc had recently discovered, to his great delight, that
he could cause her body to respond that way and ever since it had
become almost a mission objective with him.  With amused exasperation,
Vash chuckled, "You really love doing that to me, don't you?"

	"Oui, mademoiselle," he answered with almost boyish glee.  He reached
up to stroke her cheek and admitted in a deep bedroom baritone, "When
it happens to you the sight is so incredibly erotic."

	"It's also physically exhausting," Vash groaned as she rolled over
sprawling out on her stomach.  She pillowed her head on her crossed
arms and watched as he quickly stripped out of his remaining clothes. 
She smiled with contented appreciation as her eyes drank in the sight
of his hard, tightly sculpted body glistening slightly beneath a sheen
of sweat.  Impishly, she teased, "Aren't men your age supposed to be
discovering that they have a favorite chair?"

	"Actually, I do have a particular chair that I am somewhat fond of,"
he deadpanned as he knelt next to her.  His eyes trailed over the
feminine lines of her silhouette.  Her hair fell in a silky cascade of
curls that veiled the graceful curve of her spine to her slender waist
leaving the roundness of her backside and long legs exposed.  The
lovely vision made him wish that he had Data's talent for painting so
he could capture the moment.

	"I suppose I walked right into that one," Vash replied dryly, rolling
her eyes.  Jean-Luc brushed her hair aside and began tenderly
massaging her shoulders.  She closed her eyes and relished the warmth
of his large hands rubbing down along her back.  Moving to kneel
between her legs, Jean-Luc's strong hands lightly kneaded the taxed
muscles of her upper legs.  As he worked the stress and strain from
her upper thighs, Vash sighed, "Oh yes . . .that feels so wonderful."

	Picard caressed her up and down, from her thighs to the small of her
back.  His hands lingered of their own accord on the supple curves of
her backside.  Cupping the pliant flesh in his hands, he lowered his
face to brush feather-light kisses down the small of her back and over
her shapely derriere.  As he continued to nuzzle her, his voice
resonated over her skin, "Have I ever told you that you have a
perfectly shaped . . ."

	"Jean-Luc Picard," Vash gasped in surprise.  Raising up slightly,
Vash looked over her shoulder at him.  With an amused expression of
shock, she asked, "Just how much have you had to drink tonight?"

	"More than enough to allow me to tell you that you have the kind of
body any man would want to bend over the nearest piece of furniture,"
Picard teased huskily just before placing a soft love bite on one
round cheek.  Straightening up, he grasped her around the waist.  He
gently pulled her hips up toward him, forcing her to rise to her
knees.  "But not nearly enough to keep me from doing this."

	"Ohhhhhh," Vash moaned wordlessly as Jean-Luc drove deep into her
body from behind.  He began thrusting into her with quick, hard
strokes, filling her body completely with every powerful movement of
his hips.  Once again, that familiar, carnal ache bloomed deep inside
her, building steadily with every deep stroke of his body into hers.

	This time Picard gave into his need, taking her with total abandon. 
Fiercely, he drove deep into her over and over.  He slammed himself
into her forcefully, his hands pulling her hips to his to drive
himself even deeper.  The cadence became one of furious intensity as
his body demanded total surrender from hers.  Steadying her hips with
one hand, he reached under her with the other to add to the fire
already consuming her.

	Vash bucked up, pushing herself into his driving thrusts and teasing
fingers.  The hand Jean-Luc had on her hip slid up to cup one of her
breasts, his muscular arm holding her tightly against the expanse of
his chest.  Her head rolled back onto his shoulder as the skillful
fingers of one hand toyed with the taut nipple of her breast and the
other hand tormented the center of her desire.  As a powerful release
sent spasms of pleasure racing through her, she gasped, "Oh I can't .
. . It's too much . . . I can't."

	"Quelle femme magnifique," he uttered under his breath with masculine
satisfaction, reveling in her passionate responses to his lovemaking. 
Even as he felt her entire body shudder in completion, Picard drove
himself into her relentlessly.  The way her body still tightly gripped
his with each thrust told him there was still more.  He was determined
to find it.  He had never seen anything as erotically compelling as
Vash at the peak of ecstasy.  As he continued arousing her overheated
body, he rasped into her ear, "Just let it happen, chere, just once
more.  Give yourself to me once more."

	With every caress of his knowing fingers and each powerful thrust of
his body, waves of intense sensations flooded over Vash.  Once again,
Jean-Luc was taking her closer and closer to the peak of ecstasy.  It
was the sound of his voice, rough with his own sexual arousal, coaxing
her, that finally sent her over.  Lost in the throes of an even
stronger release, she cried out in astonishment, "Oh my . . .Oh
Jean-Luc . . . it's happening again!"

	"Yes!" Picard growled triumphantly, beginning to drive himself into
her with a renewed urgency.  With one final hard thrust, he held
himself deep inside her as her release triggered his own draining
response.

	Gasping for breath, Vash wondered if her quivering body and racing
heart would ever calm back down to normal.  As she leaned back against
the damp, muscular expanse of his chest, Jean-Luc's strong arms
wrapped around her and held her tightly to him.  Resting her head
against his shoulder, she listened as his ragged breathing rasped in
her ear.  After resting a few moments, Vash smiled and panted between
breaths, "Thank you, God . . . for Starfleet . . .endurance training!"

	"It does have . . . its fringe benefits,"  Picard admitted, breathing
heavily himself.  He lowered them both down to lay on the carpet and
settled her against his chest, facing him. Wearily, he added, "But
even a Starfleet officer can only do so much."

	"You have no one but yourself to blame.  I was completely content
with round one," Vash chided softly, cuddling up against him.  "You,
sir, are the one who got rather obstinate."

	"And you richly rewarded my tenacity," Picard whispered tenderly. 
Lowering his face, he claimed her lips with his in a deep, romantic
kiss.  As his tongue began a thorough exploration of her mouth, his
hands caressed the soft skin of her back.

	As her lips and tongue responded to his, Vash luxuriated in the
warmth of his strong embrace and the solid breadth of his chest.  He
broke the kiss and she snuggled up against him, sighing like a
contented cat as she started to drift off to sleep.  She realized he
had slipped his arm out from underneath her and was sitting up. 
Patting her hip, he told her, "Stay right there, petite amie.  Don't
go anywhere."

	"Even if I had the energy to move, where would I go?" Vash teased,
too drowsy to even open her eyes to see what he was doing.  She heard
him chuckle as he moved about the room.  Was he picking up their
clothes, perhaps?  'That would definitely put a few more gold stars in
his column tonight,' she thought to herself.  It sounded as if he had
moved off into the bedroom.  After a short time, she heard water
running.  She could also hear him quietly singing to himself.  It took
Vash a few moments to recognize the tune.  It was the old motown song
My Girl from around the mid-twentieth century, but he was singing it
in French.  She smiled as she thought, 'If only the rest of the galaxy
knew how the legendary starship captain entertained himself.'

	Picard made his way back to where Vash was stretched out on the
living room carpet.  Kneeling down next to her, he softly beckoned,
"Vash."

	"Hmmmm," she sighed, her eyes fluttering open to look up at him.

	"Come on, my sleepy beauty.   It's time to get ready for bed," he
coaxed, taking her hands in his and gently helping her to her feet. 
He raised one of her hands to his lips and placed a courtly kiss on
the back of it.  He seemed very pleased with himself as he led her
toward the bedroom.

	The elegant bedroom was done in the same neutral decor as the living
room.  The large bed, with sumptuous bedding in a rich cream colored
satin, was placed up against the window that encompassed the back wall
of the room.  The panoramic view of stars was as breathtaking as the
one in the living room.  The lighting in the room was soft, provided
by the starlight and a few lit candles.  Vash noticed that their
clothes were neatly folded on an easy chair next to a large dresser. 
Two glasses of champagne and the now open bottle were sitting on one
of the nightstands.  As Jean-Luc handed her a glass of champagne, she
couldn't help but tease him, "Johnny, aren't you supposed get me drunk
before we have sex?"

	"It was hardly necessary," he informed her with a chuckle.  Placing a
kiss on her cheek, he added, "Come on, there's still more I have to
show you."

	Jean-Luc led her into the spacious bathroom.  Again, the room was
romantically lit by candles along the entire length of the double
vanity and starlight streaming in from the bay window that surrounded
half of the immense Jacuzzi bathtub.  To her great delight, Vash
realized that the tub, perfectly sized for two, was practically
overflowing with a rose-scented bubblebath.  Jean-Luc stood her in
front of the vanity, the candlelight reflecting up at her from the
vanity's mirror.  On the vanity was her hairbrush and a couple of hair
clips.  With a deep breath, she closed her eyes as she felt him gently
sweeping her hair up and securing it with the clips.

	Picard enjoyed the feel of the heavy, silken mass of curls in his
hands as he secured her hair up and out of the way.  Lowering his
head, he brushed soft kisses along the feminine curve of her shoulder.
 He pulled back to appraise the French twist in her hair, "Not quite
as elegant as the ones done by you or Mr. Mot, but . . ."

	"It's close enough for government work," Vash finished teasingly as
she set her glass down and turned around to face him.  Staring into
his eyes, she slowly slipped her hands up the hard expanse of his
chest.  Just before her arms encircled his neck, he caught her hands
in his and stepped back out of reach.  He gently squeezed her hands as
he placed a quick kiss on her full lips.  Taking both of her hands in
one of his, he tapped a small control panel on the vanity before
leading her over to the tub.  Quiet strains of romantic music filled
the background.  Vash looked up at him lovingly and cooed, "You
certainly cover all the bases, don't you, Monsieur Picard?"

	"I try . . ." he trailed off in thought.  Searching the lovely
features of her face, he asked, "Would it be presumptuous of me to say
Madame Picard."

	"Not at all," Vash assured him as she took his hand and he helped her
into the tub.

	Picard gazed adoringly as her smooth, flawless skin disappeared
beneath the bubbles.  The sound of Vash's sensuous sigh startled him
out of his daze.  He quickly retrieved her glass of champagne from the
vanity.  Handing her the glass, he lowered himself in the tub behind
her.

	"Since I and my Starfleet training are responsible for getting you
all hot and sweaty, I thought it only appropriate that I bathe you
before we retire," Jean-Luc explained as he picked up a loofah sponge
from the side of the tub and lathered it with soap.

	"Mmmm, I love the way you think," Vash practically purred as he
reached around with the sponge to stroke down the swan-like column of
her throat.  Closing her eyes, she leaned back against his chest as he
slid the sponge down across her chest, encircling each breast and
brushing across the nipples.  Completely satiated from their earlier
lovemaking, she reveled in the soft sensation of the sponge, feeling
utterly adored and cherished by the man bathing her.

	Picard ran the sponge down the valley between her breasts and
lingeringly moved it across the flat skin of her stomach.  Nudging
Vash forward slightly, he washed the smooth skin of her back with
long, gentle strokes.  Admiring her lithe form, he couldn't help
leaning forward to snake his tongue out, licking the wet skin at the
back of her neck.

	"I thought even Starfleet officers had their limits?" Vash asked
teasingly when she felt the rough moistness of his tongue against her
neck.

	"They do," Picard mumbled, nuzzling her further.

	"Well, might I suggest that a certain Starfleet officer not start
something that he can't finish."

	"Point taken, ma chere."  With that, Picard reluctantly got out of
the tub and picked up a fluffy, pink towel.  Not bothering with
himself, he turned to help Vash out and painstakingly dried every inch
of her body.  Slipping the pins out of her hair, he brushed the long
tresses dry.  Quickly patting himself dry, he dropped the towel and
swept Vash up into his arms.  He carried her in and laid her gently on
the bed.  Laying back the covers he settled both of them into the
luxurious bedding and pulled Vash into his arms.

	"We'll just reconvene in a few hours," he murmured into her hair as
he kissed the top of her head.

	"Sounds like a plan," Vash responded, planting a drowsy kiss on his
chest.

.........

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