Gabenath Oneshots [Discontinued And Completed]

The Promise Collar

Nathalie whined, it wasn't fair. She saw the other pets out there with their fancy collars and nice leashes if they were lucky, so why couldn't she have that? Because she has the traditional Gabriel Agreste. The man who followed rules and tradition and the standards as if they were required. 

Gabriel looks through the selection of rings once again. Nothing felt right for her. He had to get her a ring that was as unique and special as she was. She deserved a ring that was simple as her nature and as radiant as her. Nathalie deserved something that proved how much he cared about her and how important it was to him that she would never forget. 

Just then, Nathalie walks in and so he quickly exits the tab of his computer and switches it over to one of his latest designs. The familiar muse comes up, most things he had designed recently had been meant for a body like Nathalie’s. A figure that was fit although not overly thin. Designs also meant for taller women that the fashion industry had excluded in most styles. Though despite being able to describe her body in a thousand different ways, he could do so in one word: perfect. 

“Sir!” her voice is sharp as it slaps him back into reality. 

“Nathalie,” he says, back trying to remind himself where he is now out of the daydream. 

“Are you good?” she asks, “you just looked a little lost.”

“Yes, I’m fine, love, thank you,” he replies. 

Then there's this moment of silence where they both know something more is happening. This is when Nathalie wishes she hadn't kept her position in the Gabriel brand. It would have made things easier because there wouldn't be times where they had to remain professional, though Nathalie really didn't want Gabriel to have another assistant so if this was the consequence, she would deal with it. Gabriel had started to care less about his image though and didn't mind the stress of what Nathalie considered to be public or private. 

Nathalie walks over to where Gabriel stands, placing her hands on his shoulders, and begins to press her thumbs into his back slowly massaging the tissue.

“You look stressed,” Nathalie whispers, “is there anything I can do to help you, daddy?”

Gabriel turns his head around sharply, almost knocking his own head into hers. 

“What are you talking about, Nath?”

“Just something new I thought we could try,” Nathalie tries.

“I’m not your father, don't call me anything associated with that,” Gabriel says, still disgusted that Nathalie would even call him that.

“It’s a harmless thing,” Nathalie insists, “if you don't like it we don't have to but it’s something I’ve always been interested in.”

“I don't want to hear another word about it,” Gabriel claims, “people who participate in such degrading activities are hardly people at all.”

Nathalie frowns, trying to hold back some of her tears, if this was how he really felt then she almost wished she hadn't gotten into the relationship at all. Maybe it was fair though, not everyone was into those things and she wasn't going to force Gabriel to do anything.

Nathalie paints a smile onto her face, “it was only a joke. I wouldn't do anything like that.”

Gabriel nods, “So what do you think about this design?” switching the topic away from the uncomfortable territory back to what they did best. 

“It’s amazing, as always,” she says, though her tone isn't upbeat, “I’m going to get a coffee.”

She doesn't say anything else before she leaves the room. Gabriel shrugs at the behavior but turns back to the monitor wondering how he can better the design.