"Seeing that I am officially your fiance now, I suppose I should call you by your first name," you say, glancing at the ring on your finger. The diamond reflects the light of the chandelier. It looks expensive and you wonder if he will ask you to return it once the job is done.
"Gus will be fine," he replies, picking up the plate in front of you, taking it to the kitchen sink.
"I prefer Gustavo," you say, standing up to follow him.
"Then you are welcome to use it," he answers.
His back is turned on you and you lean against the counter, watching him clean the dishes. You have never met a man as meticulous as him, even in the tiniest of tasks.
"Soo," you start again, one elegant finger tracing over the impeccably clean countertop as you approach him, "If this charade is to hold out for longer than a day, I suggest that we get to know each other."
He stops washing up, one eyebrow only slightly raised, "You've been told all you need to know about me, y/n. I trust that you can improvise on the details."
"I didn't mean that," you say, placing your hand on his forearm, your gazes meeting, "What if we had to kiss in public?"
Gustavo doesn't reply. His expression never changes. He simply stops washing the dishes, dries his hands with a clean kitchen towel, then steps closer to you, cupping your cheek with his right hand - soft and smelling of dish-soap - while his left hand is placed loosely on your hip. Without a hint of hesitation, his lips slide against yours, slow, but deliberate, soft, but commanding. Your breath catches in your throat for a moment, before you breathe through your nose, feeling your heart beating faster for just a tad. When his tongue enters your mouth, you are already used to his touch. Parting your lips to let him, you answer the kiss with enough force to counter him, but not too much to seem that into it. Your tongues meet, wet and warm, intertwining briefly, then departing.
When he moves back, your lips are still parted and your cheeks are flushed, but you hope it's not that noticeable.
"Well, I guess that answers that," you mutter.
"Try not to be so surprised next time," Gustavo says as he steps back, letting go of you completely.
"Hey, you didn't give me any warning!" You protest.
"Next time, I'll send you a letter first," he says and you smile despite your annoyance. For an old guy, he doesn't seem that rusty.
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Adult Fandom Imagines
Storie d'amoreA collection of reader x character short fanfics for various fandoms. You'll notice a pattern there with most of the canon characters being 40+, it's daddy galore.
