Vash sighed contentedly, a small smile working its way to his lips when you snuggled closer to him. It was quality time like this that he appreciated most. Just the two of you, no Lily, no annoying Austrian, just you and him, completely undisturbed.
The two of you jumped when the doorbell rang and he grumbled at the irony. “Be right back.” You murmured, pressing a kiss to his cheek. No matter how many times you repeated the small gesture his face would heat up like nobody’s buisness.
Chuckling at his reaction, you opened the front door, shivering when the cold air blew inside. “Y-yes?”
The man standing in front of you quivered and he smiled weakly. “Miss, I was wondering if... only if it’s no trouble of course, but do you mind if you could get me a painkiller?”
You gasped and looked him over. “Are you in pain?!” You asked worriedly, already half-turned to go upstairs and get one.
“Quite a bit.” The man admitted as he doubled over and wheezed. “O-okay! Just wait here and I’ll get you one!” You cried as you ran up the stairs, your heart pounding.
The moment you were out of sight, the man straightened up and smirked, scanning the hallway. “Easy...” he muttered, a malicious grin on his face as he spotted your bag. “And just what might you be trying to do?”
He froze when he heard your boyfriend’s voice. Glancing up at him, he quailed as he saw the look on Vash’s face. The expression of murderous rage was accompanied by the cracking of his knuckles. “I suggest you leave.”
Vash’s voice was strained and he was holding himself back by grinding his teeth. “Or I can’t vouch for when or if you’ll be able to walk again.” He threatened, standing in front of the thief and looking down on him.
“Finally!” you called, pounding down the stairs covered in dust. It’d taken you a while to find the painkillers as neither you nor Vash used them that often, they’d been stuffed at the very back of the medicine cupboard.
“Errr...” you looked around, but the front door was shut and the man was nowhere to be seen. Vash couldn’t have let him in, could he? Not with his stranger-danger.
“Vash?” You asked tentatively, re-entering the living room. “Ja?”
Smiling, you reclaimed your seat next to him. “Where’d the guy go?” He sighed, his jaw set in irritation. “He left.” He picked you up and set him on his lap so you were facing him. “(y/n)! How many times have I told you not to trust shady people like that!”
You bit your lip, you’d only wanted to be nice and help someone after all. “I’m sorry.” You murmured, a tear budding in the corner of your eye. He sighed angrily, but visibly softened.
“Look I didn’t mean to make you cry, I just don’t want you to get hurt or something because you believe people too easily.”
His thumb stroked away your tear and he kissed your cheek. “Sorry. I’m sorry Vash, I won’t do it again.” You buried your nose in the crook of his neck as he wrapped his arms around your waist.
“Don’t cry (y/n).” He whispered softly, trying to make his blond head think of something that would make you smile.
He smiled when his eye fell upon his solution. You heard the crinkle of a wrapper and you felt his arms move around you. “Vash?” You glanced up at him, blushing when he kissed you suddenly.
Gasping quietly when he opened his mouth, you tasted something sweet. “Chocolate?” You murmured in surprise when you pulled back breathlessly. Vash smirked at you, the Toblerone being passed between his hands.
You blushed when he stroked some hair out of your face and tucked it behind your ear.
“Chocolate can never hurt.” He whispered and broke off another piece. “Want another?”