Hell's Smitten (Gordon Ramsay x Reader)

Chapter 115- How do you like your Eggs?

Sunday, July 21st, 2013

The first thing I feel when I wake up is the soothing touch of Gordon's fingertips caressing my cheek. It strikes me that I recognize the difference between their touch and the thought makes me smile as my eyelids flutter open.

"Good morning, darling," Gordon whispers. His arm is wrapped beneath my neck and around my shoulder while his free hand gently brushes away loose hair from my face.

"Morning," I purr, nuzzling into his side and throwing my leg across his body under the sheets. "Where's Abel?"

"Making breakfast, he didn't want to disturb you. Would you like to hop in the shower with me while the food is cooking?"

"For sure," I agree.

Moving from my comfy cuddle position isn't on my top priorities list, but eventually I unravel myself from Gordon, strip from my nightgown, and follow him into the bathroom.

The bathroom is smaller than the ones that Gordon has gotten me used to, but that's to be expected while on a jet with limited space. Still, the shower and bath combo is just big enough to fit the two of us in rather close proximity, something neither of us mind.

As I lather shampoo into my hair, I catch Gordon smiling. "What? Do I have suds on my nose?"

"Not yet," he teases before taking suds from the top of my head with two fingers and placing them on my nose. "Now you do," he giggles.

I scrunch up my nose playfully before leaning forward, touching his nose with mine. "Ha! Now you do too!"

His giggle turns into a full-on laugh, and he wraps his arms around my back before pulling me against his chest. In this moment, I almost feel like everything will be fine–that the tabloids will not matter, that Kalyani's return for the finale won't cause problems, that everyone will accept us, and that we'll all live happily ever after. If only we could stay in the sky forever, where no one will try to keep us apart and everyone accepts us. My joy flips to sadness as I contemplate all the coming hardships and how there is only one day left before our fantasy has to face reality. Before I know it, tears well in my eyes and I clench myself against Gordon, squeezing him tightly.

His laughter fades and his tone shifts to concern. "(Y/N), are you alright?"

I shake my head, tears spilling more rapidly. "No. I'm scared. Everything is so wonderful, but what if it all blows up in our face tomorrow? What if all of this becomes a distant memory and our future is nothing but dealing with endless waves of bullshit from the outside world who won't understand our relationship? What if it gets to be too much and... and you leave me to save face?" I bury my head into his chest.

"First, listen to me," Gordon starts, holding the back of my head, "nothing I've wanted in my life has come easy. The hardships make me appreciate the results even more. I will not abandon you to 'save face'–besides, what's the worst they can say? 'Gordon Ramsay has not only one, but two beautiful women!' Oh woe is me," he jokes.

"They're going to say all sorts of things about you, though. Things that will sound horrible, and people will believe them because they don't know you..."

"They already say all sorts of things about me, darling. I'm not exactly a shining beacon of virtue in the eyes of the media. In fact, I'd say a good portion of people who've never met me hate my guts. Having you on my arm will only be another thing for them to be ravenously jealous over, and I'm not exactly against that." He takes me by my shoulders and pulls me back from his chest to face him. "I love you, (Y/N). Nothing anyone says about us will change that. Do you believe me?"