Taming the Bitch (COMPLETED) Wattys2018

Chapter VII - THE FEVER

He couldn't believe he spent 3 hours just glued on Gabrielle's couch as he watch her watch Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince after the Order of the Phoenix. She looked so innocent hugging her knees as she focus her eyes on the screen finishing the two films unmoving.

It was already on the credits part when Vincent notice that she's already gradually falling asleep. Her eyes are half closed now as she slowly slides on the arm rest of the sofa still hugging her knees.

Vincent chuckles at the sight of her. Set aside her glamorous side that was always seen on magazines and tabloids in parties here and there, the Gabrielle in front of him now is not more than a girl.

"Go to your room, munchkin." He says smiling as she frowns without bothering to open her eyes.

Shaking his head, Vincent reaches out to the now-sleeping doctor beside him only to frown deeper when he felt her high temperature as he reached out to carry her.

"You've fever..." He whispers to himself as he pressed his palm on her rosy cheek. Gabrielle didn't move even when she felt Vincent's hand on her forehead before pressing it again so gently on her cheek.

Right now, she couldn't really give a damn anymore that this not-so-stranger stranger is in her house again.

The last time she felt was herself floating as he cupped her in his muscled arms before walking her to her room.

Vincent stares at the woman in his arms as he places her in the middle of the huge bed that he notice she'd already changed sheets of. He smiles drily as he looks at her thick eyebrows that are almost meeting each other as she frowns in her sleep. He couldn't help but touch her beautiful face again and that is when she relaxed turning on her side, facing his direction as he sits on the side of her bed just watching her.

She has really long and thick eyelashes. Like a boy mesmerized, he touches the bridge of her small pointed nose and smiles to himself. She can really be an angel when sleeping like this. Her skin is so clear and white that he fears she will have a bruise if he wasn't gentle. Her lips are as red as a ripened cherry, he wonders if it tastes the same.

"It does..." Says a voice at the back of his head, remembering the kiss they shared this morning.

He felt as if he was stunned and before he knew it, his face is already just an inch away from hers. It almost feels as if a magnet is pulling him towards her and he can no longer stay away...and it has only been a day that he met her finally, for Christ's sake!!!

What the actual fuck is happening to him, drooling over this wild heiress he promised himself never to feel any emotions for. She is good for his career and company, but at the same time, she is the worst for his sanity. He doubt she'll behave have they been married... He doubts he's the only one who could come in to her room like this and do worse than what he's already doing-stealing a kiss!

Before their lips meet, Gabrielle stretches a little while groaning, Vincent opens his eyes and realize she's now shivering.
He sighs at the sight of her in the middle of her bed with nothing on but a spaghetti-strapped dress reaching just below her knees. The nude sating hugging her perfect curves like it was her second skin.

Again, Gabrielle moves restlessly before forming a fetal position on the bed as she sleeps. He stands up pulling the comforter and tucking her in before going to her bathroom to take a face towel and a basin of cold water.

He ends up looking after her the whole night, making sure she was warm. Making sure the fever has cooled down before he left without a trace.

"Till the next time we meet again, munchkin..." He whispers to the sleeping angel beside him before kissing her forehead softly.