Tangle (BWWM)

Chapter 22- The Right Time

"Oh, babe, I have another one for you."

Vincent paused his typing on his laptop and focused more of his attention on the conversation on his phone with Gabrielle. He was currently in Heathrow Airport in London at 5 AM, Greenwich Mean Time, preparing to catch a private flight back to New York. He'd travelled back to London to check in on the Dragonoff Corporation HQ, touching bases with his COO and other leading officers. He'd tried to convince Gabrielle to come on the trip with him, since technically she could, but she'd refused every time he asked. Something about holding the fort in Manhattan. He told her that it was Jacques' job to do that, but she insisted.

So, he traveled alone... However, they did both make an effort to speak to each other on the phone as often as schedules and time zones permitted. Right then, they were playing supernatural 21 questions. Or rather, Vincent was answering Gabrielle's list of questions about what to expect from life being with or as a supernatural. Some of the questions were quite silly, like what his favorite blood type was. It was type O. Others were a bit more serious, like how he felt about today's depictions of vampires in the human media. That was a topic he could go on for literally ages about, but it was summarized to a simple "I hate it". Vincent loved that her curiosity knew no bounds.

"Hold on one second, love. I'm about to board the plane." Gabrielle heard some shuffling and shifting during the pause, then a few voices. Eventually, the voices quieted, and then more shuffling. She figured Vincent must have been settling himself on the plane. She'd wanted to take the trip with him to London because it would have been their first actual trip together, even though it was for business, but his birthday was coming up, and she wanted to throw him a party. Vincent going out of town was the perfect time to throw something together because she wouldn't be able to sneak around him otherwise. Now that he was out of earshot and out of range if telepathic pathways, she got some much needed breathing room to whip something up.

"All right, Gabrielle, what's your question?"

"How do you have a reflection? I thought vampires aren't supposed to have any."

Vincent gave a low chuckle at the question. He figured the subject would come up eventually. "As you already know, that's just a myth. Apparently, it comes from the belief that mirrors display your soul, and supposedly vampires have no soul. In turn we're said not to have reflections? I'm just guessing. But you know as well as I do, I couldn't be so arrogant if I didn't have a reflection."

Gabrielle burst out laughing at his last statement. "Damn straight you couldn't." Her laughter calmed and there was a lull on the phone, a comfortable silence as Gabrielle's thoughts raced over so many subjects at once. "Baby?"

"Hm?" he replied lowly.

"I miss you," Gabrielle admitted.

That made Vincent smile a silly grin on his end before he shifted in the cushiony seat to get more comfortable. "I miss you too, Love. I really wish you'd come with me to London. I have so many things to show you." The longing in Vincent's voice made Gabrielle feel a twinge of guilt for staying behind. It will be worth it, she convinced herself. Him speaking once more brought her back to the present. "But we'll see each other in the next eight hours. You'll be so sick of me by the time I'm finished with you." They both laughed at the thought.

"Gabrielle," Vincent called, his deep voice taking on a low and seductive lilt. She perked up in interest and listened carefully. "What are you wearing? I want the perfect image of you in my mind."

"I'm wearing a sexy little number consisting of a black tank top and pajama shorts, with a pair of fluffy slippers."

"Are those the cute little pair of polka dotted shorts?"