First steambot chronicles fic. Cleared the game for the first time recently and I loved it! It's a pity that there are not that many fanfictions on it... :( So I hope this fic inspire more people to write on it? I don't know, try to enjoy it anyway :)

DISCLAIMER: I don't own steambot chronicles *sigh* if I did there would be mooooore Vanilla/Connie action!


Connie stopped singing abruptly. Shortly after, the sound of Vanilla's harmonica died. Miserably. Like if one of those cats in a back alley of Nefroburg one day screeched before dying of starvation because Vanilla refused to give away his last croissant. And so inevitably came the awkward silence accompanied by fidgeting from the young vocalist and the recently-returned-from-sea blonde haired youth.

"I-It's been a while…" Vanilla muttered sheepishly, scratching the back of his head.

"…"

"I'm a little rusty…"

"…"

"…REALLY rusty…"

Connie gave him a pointed look.

"Okay, okay! It was horrible!" Vanilla admitted with an embarrassed smile. Connie laughed, leaning against him gently. They both listened to the waves for a moment, while the sun sank slowly in front of them, its last rays illuminating Seagull beach with a soft glow.

"I'll get better though, once I've practiced," Vanilla told her confidently. Connie smiled sleepily, for it was getting late. "I thought you would've practiced on board."

"Are you crazy? Captain Ciboulette worked me like mad! I could barely catch my breath," Vanilla exclaimed motioning with his hands. Connie giggled again.

"Hard work is good for you."

Vanilla huffed. "And what have you been doing?"

"Gathering herbs…"

"And?"

"And… and…" Connie yawned and shut her eyes, leaning her head against Vanilla's shoulder. The boy's face heated up, and his body tensed a bit. "Hey, I'm not carrying you back to the trotmobile okay?"

"Mmmmhm… Let's stay here then…"

"Wh-wha?"

Connie rubbed her cheek against his shoulder distractingly, and Vanilla was sorely tempted to just stay there with her the whole night. Goodness knows he really did miss her. A year was far too long, for either of them.

It was too dangerous though, bandits roamed close by, and it was fast becoming dark. Vanilla decided it couldn't hurt to play with her a bit though. The blonde brought his hand up to the girl's face and lightly caressed her cheek with his fingertips. Connie's mewls of approval, and her sharp intake of breath when his fingers trailed down her neck made Vanilla grin broadly. He brought his lips to her ear a whispered huskily, "Yeah… Let's sleep here tonight, Connie…"

Connie's eyes flew open, and she backpedalled quickly. Vanilla laughed at her flustered, red face. "Just kidding! C'mon let's go the carpet mill, I'm sure Mr Peregrine will be nice and let us stay."

Vanilla stood, and brushed himself off. Connie looked at him suspiciously. Vanilla held out his hand. Slowly, reluctantly, she took it.

"What? Sorry about what I did just now," Vanilla said smiling faintly. "You were too cute, I couldn't resist." Connie pouted and looked away, but Vanilla could tell she was pleased.

"Yeah, well, you're treating me to dinner tomorrow night at the Siberian Musk Hotel." She smiled and winked at him.

"H-hey…" Vanilla began, laughing feebly. He chased after her as she skipped ahead and boarded the Earl Grey II. Vanilla shook his head, old memories tugging up the corners of his mouth.

Just like old times…

He briefly felt for the letter in his pocket. "Come on, Vanilla!"

"Haha, wait up!" He ran towards her.

…Only better.


FIN. May turn into a drabble series :O