Hell's Smitten (Gordon Ramsay x Reader)

*Chapter 73- I'm Hers, She's Mine

Sunday, July 14th, 2013

Gordon's POV

I've been admiring (Y/N)'s sleeping form in my arms for some time now. It's the first time we've slept next to each other, and I treasure every second of it. She looks beautiful and peaceful curled up against me. The warmth from her body is so soothing that I'm surprised I didn't sleep through the entire morning.

My worries about losing her to Abel seemed to clear up during our nap together. How foolish was I to think that she'd been pulling away due to her proximity to Abel? She'd been going through one of the most awful times of her life, it makes sense that she'd be distant.

Even still, giving her permission to date Abel didn't come lightly. In fact, my entire being protested as I said it.

She wanted this for a cover of our relationship to get us through the rest of the show, but there is a very real possibility that she'll fall in love with him, even if she doesn't mean to. Surely I can handle the jealousy, I've been in an open relationship for more than a decade. But (Y/N) hasn't had any experience with having multiple partners, and having all of this happen while we can't openly discuss what we're truly feeling six of the seven days in the week has me feeling some doubt.

It is in my nature to be possessive and covet the people dearest to me, the magnificent woman nestled in my arms being no exception. Looking at her now, my self-confidence surges back. I can handle this, I have the wisdom and personal experience to know that love isn't a finite thing, just like my love expanded from my wife to my children and then to my precious (Y/N).

If anything happens... we'll cross that particular bridge when we come to it.

For now, my eyes trail down her body. Past her red v-neck that drops just low enough to be a tease, she's wearing a sexy pair of black shorts.

A fire sparks to life in my stomach. I need to know that she understands she's mine. I may be willing to share, but I'm not willing to let her go. Her warm body cuddled up against me only deepens my desire to show her exactly why she belongs there.

The fire burns brighter as I wrap my arm tighter around her stomach and use my other hand to brush errant strands of her hair from her face. What I wouldn't do for this woman...

Unable to help myself, I trail kisses from behind her ear down her neck. She shifts a little, wiggling her butt against me. The tease is maddening.

Her head is turned away from mine, but I see her cheek lift with what looks like a smile. I wonder if she's grinning in her sleep, but her eyelids flutter and she turns her head to look up at me.

"Good morning, Gordon," she croons, arching her lower body further into me with a pleasurable hum as she turns her head away and stretches her arms out in front of her.

"Morning, love." I caress her cheek with my fingers of the arm under her head as my free hand trails down her side, coming to a rest at her hip. The dark bags under her eyes have vanished, replaced with the cool pink tinge of her blushing.

"How long were you awake?" she asks, flipping over so that her chest is pressed against mine and our faces are mere inches apart. She sets one of her legs over my leg, pulling herself even closer.

I shrug. "Not very long. Just thinking about something."

"Oh? About what?"

A wry grin plays across my face.

"About how I need to show you how much you mean to me and how much I care for you. I need to show you that I'm yours," I pause. "And that you're mine."