Vash woke up from his sleep, finding your presence nowhere on the bed. Taking his feet outside the shared chamber and found you reading a book in the living room.

Your hair was tied in a bun and the spaghetti strap dress exposed your nape to his kisses. Then he lays on his stomach on the sofa, his head buried in your lap, and eyes glimpsed up to you. "I love this dress on you, but I'd like it even better off you, dear wife."