STAY THE NIGHT

Author: Rubious 

Pairing: Wolfwood x Milly

Rating: NC-17

Warnings: Explicit sexual situations, romance, angst, humor, safe sex, AU-OOC

Disclaimer: Trigun © Yasahiro Nightow. Harry Mudd © Paramount. This story is a work of fan fiction and is for entertainment purposes only.

 

Note: This is the story of Wolfwood and Milly’s evening out and occurs after “Talk of the Town.” It is a companion piece to “Romantic Encounter”, which focused on Vash and Meryl.

 

//thoughts//

 

Enjoy the story.

 

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Chapter 1: Dinner at Harry’s

 

In the waning hours of the afternoon in Kasted City, Milly Thompson stood on the boarding house porch, waiting for her companion, Nicholas Wolfwood to arrive. They had agreed to go out for the evening since Milly’s associate, Meryl Stryfe, had left for Inspiration Point to find Vash the Stampede.

 

She smiled as he approached, noticing his freshly-shaven appearance. “Mr. Priest, you’re looking nice,” she said.

 

“Thanks. So are you. New outfit?” he asked, tucking his sunglasses into the breast pocket of his black jacket. His blue eyes regarded the insurance investigator with a keen interest. He noted Milly was exhibiting more playful behavior and found it fascinating.

 

“No. I wanted to wear something more comfortable than my work clothes,” Milly responded, pirouetting to show off her outfit, a cream-colored silk blouse, an ankle-length skirt in a dark floral pattern, and sandals.

 

The pair walked over to Harry’s Place, a restaurant renowned for wonderful desserts, which was located three blocks away from the boarding house. “Harry’s is a much classier establishment than those dives called ‘Eats’ that every town we pass through seems to have,” the traveling preacher explained.     

 

Wolfwood and Milly strolled arm-in-arm into the eatery and stood in the foyer, waiting for a hostess to seat them.

 

Seeing that some new customers had not been attended to yet since the hostess was away from her station, the restaurant’s proprietor stepped forward. Recognizing the man as an old acquaintance that he had shared business dealings with in the past, the owner greeted the couple warmly. “Ah, Nicholas. It’s so good to see you again.”

 

Wolfwood shook hands with the host. “Harry, it’s been a while. How’s business?”

 

“Profitable” was the reply. “I’m enjoying the riches of the restaurant trade,” Harry said.

Eyeing the beautiful woman standing next to Wolfwood, he remarked, “Nicky, aren’t you going to introduce me to this lovely vision before me.”

 

 “Milly, this is Harry Mudd, owner of this fine establishment. Harry, this is Milly Thompson from the Bernardelli Insurance Society.”

 

“Harcourt Fenton Mudd at your service,” said the portly proprietor in a sweeping bow and he gently kissed the back of the woman’s hand.

 

Milly giggled while seeds of fury formed in Wolfwod’s mind.

 

She observed Mudd’s dark eyes twinkling as he tugged the end of his handlebar mustache. A horseshoe of dark hair circled his balding pate, ending in sideburns that extended almost to his chin. His ascot, paisley-patterned in a deep wine tone, was held in place with a diamond stud pin. A navy blue shirt was tucked into baggy black pants, accessorized with an ornamental scarlet sash wrapped around his waist. Ankle-high boots completed his ensemble.

 

“Nicholas, what brings you and the lovely lady to my humble establishment?” inquired Mudd.

 

“Dinner and maybe a movie afterwards,” Wolfwood answered.

 

“And pudding!” chirped Milly.

 

Harry beamed at the mention of his restaurant’s specialty. “The white chocolate mousse served with our very own macadamia nut shortbread is fantastic,” recommended Mudd. Seeing the hostess was busy with other customers, the proprietor guided the couple to their table.

 

Trailing behind Milly, Wolfwood admired her shapely form. He noticed her long skirt swished as she walked ahead of him, giving him the briefest glimpse of her sandaled feet. Reaching the table, Wolfwood plopped down in his chair, leaving Milly standing. Being the gracious host that he was, Mudd gallantly pulled the seat out for the woman, smirking at Wolfwood as he did so.

 

“Thank you, Mr. Mudd,” Milly said graciously.

 

Harry bowed and smiled.

 

Even before the waitress brought them menus, Mudd took the opportunity to suggest the house specialties, one of which was an extra-sized portion of prime rib and another was spaghetti with a tomato and basil sauce. Harry explained he would check with them later about their meals and left to mediate a complaint from a customer.

 

The waitress came by with their menus. “Hello, I’m Melissa. I’ll be your server this evening. Can I start you off with anything to drink?” She spoke in a pleasant tone.

 

“I’ll have a beer,” the black-haired preacher said.

 

“I’ll have a wine cooler,” requested his dining companion, “and could we also have some ice-water, please.”

 

Melissa returned in a few minutes with their beverages. “Are you ready to order?”

 

Wolfwood nodded and ordered the prime rib. The waitress asked, “How would you like that cooked?”

 

“How rare can you cook it? I like it nice and red,” he responded.

 

“I’ll have the chef’s salad and the spaghetti,” Milly said.

 

Wolfwood gazed at his dinner companion as he sipped his beer. Her blue eyes sparkled. Milly’s light brown hair was clipped back with silver barrettes, complimenting her creamy complexion. Ordinarily he saw her without makeup, but tonight the attractive young woman had enhanced her appearance with some mascara, lipstick, and a faint hint of perfume. The scent was a little musky and a little flowery, but whatever it was, it was all woman, Wolfwood mused.

 

Milly glanced about the dining room of Harry’s Place, noticing her surroundings. The tables were draped with red tablecloths, which were real cloth and not some tacky plastic. She returned her focus to the table where she was sitting. Candlelight flickered through a beveled-glass sconce, casting its glow on a vase of freshly cut flowers. A matching set of crystal salt and pepper shakers were placed below the fixture. Linen napkins folded in decorative shapes reminded her of origami cranes

 

Recessed lighting gave the restaurant a romantic atmosphere. Soft music played unobtrusively in the background and in one corner of the room was space for a small jazz combo to play on the occasional night when Harry’s Place hosted live entertainment.

 

What impressed Milly the most was the wide array of oil paintings displayed on the walls. The artwork was in a multitude of styles by a variety of artists. There were detailed portraits, landscapes, geometric patterns, and others that could only be categorized as abstract. One particular work that caught Milly’s attention was swaths of crimson sprayed against a stark white background as if someone had splattered blood on an easel.

 

“That picture is certainly surreal,” Milly remarked to Wolfwood.

 

Even though Wolfwood muttered an affirmative, his attention was focused on the woman seated across from him rather than on the artwork hung on the brown-toned walls. His thoughts were interrupted by the voice of the rotund restaurateur.

 

“Yes, it is. I paid a fortune for it at an exclusive auction,” Harry Mudd explained. The man had been making his nightly rounds of schmoozing with the clientele when he overheard Milly’s comment. As was his habit, he continued to flirt with the attractive woman, smiling playfully at her. 

 

“Mr. Mudd, you must have traveled around the world to assemble this amazing art collection,” the brunette complimented.

 

“Indeed I have. I’ve traveled more than around the world to gather this fine assemblage of art. I owe it all to my dearly departed wife, Stella, and to my good friend, Jimbo, for starting me on the path to being an art aficionado.” Much of Harry’s collection had been amassed using the ill-gotten gains that had been accumulated via swindling unsuspecting people and the illicit fizzbin tournaments that were held regularly in the back room of his restaurant.

 

Wolfwood observed that their host exuded self-confidence. Harry Mudd was an arrogant soul, who displayed an incredible amount of cockiness, as exemplified in his suave manner and the boastful swagger in his gait. Though he wasn’t a shining example of sartorial elegance, Mudd was a man to be reckoned with.

 

The proprietor excused himself when the server appeared with their salads. “Enjoy your meals,” he said as he left to continue his socializing.   

 

While Wolfwood toyed with his salad, his thoughts tried to digest this heretofore-unseen side of Milly Thompson. She’d always been friendly and flirtatious, but not to this extent. Whatever it was, he was enjoying her company. His musings were interrupted by her polite voice. “Is something wrong with your salad, Mr. Priest? You’ve hardly touched it.”

 

“It’s alright,” he replied absently. “I’m saving room for the main course.”

 

“And don’t forget dessert,” Milly said, grinning.

 

“You can count on that.”   

 

Milly picked up a baby carrot from her salad and started nibbling on it centimeter by centimeter. Wolfwood tried to concentrate on his salad, but his thoughts meandered to sexy images of the brunette eating the phallic-shaped vegetable.

Soon Melissa appeared with their entrees, placing the dish of spaghetti in front of Milly and the enormous serving of prime rib and a baked potato before Wolfwood. A waiter came by and grated some mozzarella cheese onto Milly’s sauce-drenched pasta, which she appreciated.     

 

Wolfwood requested another beer, a Tres Equis, a brand that was popularized by an emerging action-movie star with a shaved head, rumbling voice, and baffling charisma.

 

As the brunette began to twirl strands of spaghetti around her fork, Wolfwood cut into his tender slice of meat, its juices oozing. The baked potato was steaming hot, a dollop of sour cream already mixing in with the melting butter. A small piece of parsley garnished the edge of the plate. After taking a bite, Wolfwood pronounced,” This is delicious,” a look of satisfaction on his face. “How’s the spaghetti?”

 

She smiled and replied, “Very good, Mr. Priest.”

 

Unbeknownst to him, Milly had slipped off her sandals and stealthily rubbed her bare foot against Wolfwood’s shin, slowly pushing up the fabric of his pants leg until she made contact with his skin, all the time showing no indication that anything was going on underneath the table.

 

His initial reaction was to brush away the irritation. Once skin-to-skin contact was made, he felt a tickling, which caused a strangely erotic tingling sensation to build in his loins. The dark-haired man glanced at the woman across from him, who smiled innocently. //Milly, why are you playing footsy with me? Hell, it’s driving me fucking crazy and making me hard.//

 

The preacher tried to focus on his meal and gripped his knife tightly. He didn’t want it to slip and accidentally cut him if the brunette’s tickling continued to distract him.

 

“Mr. Priest, are you okay?” teased Milly, watching Wolfwood squirm in his seat.

 

“Uh, I’m fine. The food’s fine,” stammered the unsettled man.

 

They dined in silence for several minutes. Wolfwood sipped his glass of water, chewing on the ice cubes, and hoping the iciness would have the same effect as a cold shower.

 

After a few minutes passed, to which Wolfwood seemed like slow torture, Milly stopped her tickling and kept her feet on her side of the table.

 

“Oops!” exclaimed Milly. “I’m a little messy,” she said, mopping up a small amount of sauce with her napkin from her chin.

 

“Oh, you missed a little. Let me get it,” Wolfwood said, giving the woman a helpful smile. He leaned over the table and wiped away with his finger a smudge of tomato sauce off Milly’s chin.

 

“Thank you, Mr. Priest,” she whispered. Without any warning, she drew the startled man’s finger into her mouth.

 

//Unbelievable! She’s sucking off my finger!// Wolfwood closed his eyes, wondering if this was truly happening. His pants were feeling tighter and he wished he could escape to the restroom to relieve his erection.

 

Milly continued the mock fellatio until all the tomato sauce was removed from his finger. She smiled smugly, knowing she had driven him close to the edge and she was leading in the head games she was playing on her companion.

 

 

A handsome blond bartender sighed, pushed his glasses back up his nose, and put back the bottles of tequila and grenadine on the shelves behind the bar and the half-gallon jug of orange juice back in the refrigerator. “Hard-on Harry is busy tonight,” he observed, frustrated that he had to work on his only day off and wished he could be out dancing in the nightclubs. Motioning to the ponytail-wearing waiter who was leaning against the bar reading a comic book on his break, he said, “Break’s over. Charlie, take this over to the pretty woman at Table 5,” gesturing to where Milly Thompson sat.  The bartender fixed free drinks for chosen females that his boss, Harry Mudd, hoped to woo.

 

Charlie nodded. “I know the drill,” he said with a grin.

 

 

“I think Vash and Meryl would really like this place,” Milly remarked.

 

Before Wolfwood could reply, Charlie appeared beside their table. “Excuse me. Here’s your cocktail, miss,” he said, placing the ice-filled libation before the brunette.

 

“But I didn’t order a drink,” she protested.

 

“It’s on the house,” explained the waiter, who turned and departed.

 

“That was nice of Mr. Mudd to send over a drink. I wonder if he could’ve sent you a beer.”

 

Wolfwood was silent. //Yeah, but I don’t have al of your curves either, honey.//

 

“This is good. It’s got a kick to it,” Milly said, sipping the flavorful concoction

 

Several minutes later, the roguish restaurateur strolled to their table and inquired, “How were your meals?” eyeing the woman suggestively as he did so.

 

“Scrumptious.  Thank you for the cocktail, Mr. Mudd. What was the name of that colorful drink?” Milly asked. Her face was attractively flushed after imbibing the alcohol.

 

“My dear, for you, I especially selected a warm and sweet mix of liqueurs, the Tequila Sunrise,” expounded Mudd.

 

Meanwhile, Nicholas Wolfwood’s expression darkened, his brows furrowed. His blue eyes gave the restaurateur a murderous glare. //Harry, you’re muscling in on my territory, bastard! Back off if you know what’s good for you.// The preacher clenched his fists at his sides, ready to shed Mudd’s blood and cause grave injury to the offensive man. Jealousy and fury raged in the emotional maelstrom in his mind.

 

“The color matches the sunrise reflected in your eyes,” continued Harry.

 

Milly giggled. “It’s getting a little warm in here,” she said, her voice dropping an octave. The busty brunette undid two buttons on her cream-colored silk blouse, fanning herself with the blouse’s lapel. The slight breeze generated brushed back a few strands of her brown hair that had loosened from the barrettes.

 

Any anger Wolfwood felt at that moment drained from his body. His attention was now fully focused on the beautiful woman sitting across from him. His jaw dropped and his eyes grew wide. He shifted in his seat, wishing to ease the growing bulge in his trousers. //Once is definitely not enough tonight. I have the one condom in my wallet, but I wonder if she’s carrying extras in her bag.// His gaze settled on Milly’s handbag sitting on the table by the wall.    

 

Inwardly, Milly congratulated herself on how her plan was succeeding. She had learned a few pointers from her older sisters in dealing with virile men like her companion. It would be entertaining to see the tables of seduction turned against him, the predator becoming the prey.

 

“Nicholas, you’re not looking too well. Do you need a doctor?” asked Harry, pointedly, noting the preacher’s sweaty appearance. Addressing the attractive woman, he said in a smarmy voice, “If Nicky is ill, would you allow me to escort you home?”

 

Before she could respond, Wolfwood interjected. “I’m fine. Your offer won’t be needed, Mudd,” he stated emphatically.

 

‘I see you’ve made a quick recovery,” the proprietor retorted.

 

Deliberately glancing at his watch, Wolfwood noted the time for the movie was fast approaching. “We’re gonna be late for the show,” he stated angrily. “Could we have the bill?” the blue-eyed preacher snarled.

 

Harry nodded and soon returned with the tab. Wolfwood pulled out his debit card to pay the bill.

 

“But what about the pudding? I was really looking forward to some,” pouted Milly.

 

“We’ll get some later,” Wolfwood announced.

 

Seeing the disappointment cross the woman’s face and the fury in his friend’s eyes, Harry Mudd realized he had to make amends so the couple’s evening out wouldn’t be ruined and they wouldn’t hold some resentment against him. “You mentioned you were going to the movies this evening,” he said apologetically.

 

“We’re going to the Angst Theater to see that new movie that’s been getting rave reviews,” Wolfwood replied.

 

“You’re in luck. My dessert chef recently left here and opened a patisserie across the street from the Angst Theater. I suggest you try there,” the owner replied helpfully.

 

“Hurray!” Milly said gleefully. Her face brightened at the prospects of getting some pudding, which would be an integral ingredient for their pleasure later that evening.

 

“Thanks for the info,” declared Wolfwood as he signed the receipt Melissa had handed him.

 

“I had a wonderful time. Mr. Mudd, it was nice meeting you,” the blue-eyed insurance investigator said, who had refastened her blouse in the meantime.

 

“Have a good night,” Harry Mudd called out, waving farewell to the departing couple. He felt relieved that his friend hadn’t inflicted any bodily harm on him and risking

irreparable damage to their friendship over a simple thing as a woman.

 

The evening thus far had been an eye-opening experience for Nicholas Wolfwood. Glancing back over his shoulder, he winked at his vanquished rival. He was shocked at how little self-control he had watching Milly’s exhibitionist behavior and he was unsure about the best way to deal with the temptress. Any plans he had made for tonight had been turned upside by the emergence of the provocative side of the once demure insurance investigator, but he was thrilled yet anxious about the prospects that lay ahead that night.

 

Outside in the cool evening air, Milly Thompson smiled deceptively sweetly at her date as they walked hand-in-hand. Her seductive strategy had gone very well in the initial step of tantalizing his libido and more unknown pleasures were waiting to be unveiled as the night unfolded.

 

To be continued…

 

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AUTHOR’S NOTES

[1.] Dedicated to the memory of Roger C. Carmel, who portrayed Harry Mudd on “Star Trek”. He appeared in two episodes, “Mudd’s Women” and “I, Mudd.” As a long-time Star Trek devotee, I thought Harry Mudd would be an ideal choice to appear as a roguish entrepreneur on Planet Gunsmoke. With his interstellar travels, it’s possible that Harry could have wandered to the Trigun world and continued his business dealings.

 

[2.] My fanfics are archived at fanfiction.net under “Rubious” and at my home page, “Odango and Donuts”, www.geocities.com/odangodonut.

 

[3.] Comments may be e-mailed to the author at trigunotaku@aol.com