It Will End In A Kiss

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(ZANE AKAGE)

I chuckled when Gilbert shrieked in surprise as I wrapped my arms around him from behind.

Gilbert is busy preparing dinner, the boys will be home soon from school. But instead of helping, here I am, distracting my beautiful lover.

"Master Zane..." Gilbert pivot inside my arms to glare at me and push my chest with his thinly floured hands. When he saw the white powder on my grey pullover, Gilbert grew upset. "Look what you made me did! Your shirt..."

"Fuck my shirt, kiss me." I tenderly ordered Gilbert as I smiled at him.

Gilbert rolled his eyes, only a bit affected with my flirting. "Not now, I am cooking..."

"No! This is important. We've been separated for eight hours! I went to work," I whined. I went to work today even though I don't want to. If it was my choice, I would have happily stayed at the penthouse with Gilbert, making love with him, but my lover threatened and shoved me out of the penthouse with my briefcase, so I had no choice but to go to work.

I had been a good soldier for Gilbert, I think I deserve a kiss from him. I earned it by going to work.

Gilbert gave me a pitying look. "You worked...while calling the penthouse every hour to talk to me. Pray tell, did you accomplish anything at the bank?"

Hardly anything. But Gilbert doesn't need to know that he replaced work on my head all day.

"Of course!" I confidently lied to him. "Who am I? I am Zane Akage. I get the jobs done. I worked hard. So I think I deserve that kiss..." I gave that reasoning out to him.

Gilbert eyed me steadily. Then he sighed. "You are aware that I can call Devin to check on that, right?"

He can. He could. Fuck. But I remained unruffled. "Call him. Ask away. I worked." I stuck to my lie.

Gilbert stared at me. I stared back at him. My arms around him, tightening. Then a smile split Gilbert's lips before that smile turned to chuckles. "Wow, you are great liar. You are..." Gilbert said before laughing.

I laughed with him. He cannot tell. He was not sure if I am really lying or not. Gilbert would confidently call me out if he is sure. He can call Devin but that's like admitting defeat. And since he won't do that and he can't tell for sure if I am lying...because I am a good liar...he just laugh about it.

I am a good liar. I taught Gilbert how to lie. Step one, believe the lie yourself, so you can effectively convince others to believe that lie with you.

"So, my kiss...?" I stared expectantly at Gilbert.

Gilbert rolled his eyes again before nodding. "Okay..." he gave in graciously.

I eagerly pulled him closer and press my lips to him. Gilbert happily kissed me back. His arms rose to settle on top of my shoulders as he opened his lips to bless me with an entrance to his mouth.

I held him tenderly. Loving Gilbert's warmth. His taste. The feel of his body pressed against mine.

Gilbert. Mine. He is mine.

As our tongues tangled, our breaths mixed and my blood started getting hotter...Gilbert decided I had my reward.

He tore his lips from mine and leaned back. "Okay, that's good enough..." he said with a little pant on his breath.

"No..." I whined at him. "One more."

"No!" Gilbert smiled before pushing me away, for real this time. He doesn't care if more flour transfered in my shirt. "I have to cook. Master Robin and Blu has to eat. You...let me go and leave my kitchen."