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Hell's Smitten	By : WhatItShouldveBeen Category: Celebrities - Misc > Het - Male/Female Views: 3173 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Thursday, July 4th, 2013
"Do you want to take a real shower now, (Y/N)?" Gordon asks quietly as he continues to twirl my still-wet hair between his fingers while we lay together.
"That'd probably be a good idea..." I murmur as I curl up closer to him, not really wanting to try to use my jellied limbs.
"Might want to hurry, we've been here forty minutes already," he says as he indicates the analog clock on the bedside table with a nod of his head.
Groaning, I try to sit up. My whole body feels satisfied, loose and uncoordinated. I would much rather take a nap in Gordon's arms than get up and do anything. Still, somewhere in the back of my mind, I can hear my sensibilities trying to keep me moving. I can't let anyone catch on. Gordon removes his arm from over me and I finally manage to move to the end of the bed and throw my legs over the side.
"Mind if I join you?" Gordon's voice inquires from beside me. He's propped up his head with his hand, leaning his elbow into the pillow. I never thought I'd get to see him like this. It still feels unreal- even with the evidence of us being together still warming my insides.
"Please do," I say, nodding to him. He smiles widely then sits up on the bed next to my shoulder. He wraps his arms around me and holds my side into him, his face next to my cheek.
"Thank you for this, (Y/N). Thank you for everything," he whispers into my ear, then I feel him begin to nibble on my earlobe. It sends tingles down the side of my neck, causing me to shudder involuntarily.
"You're going to get me worked up again!" I feign annoyance as I try to playfully push him away with the side of my arm.
"You've already done that to me," he rumbles into the side of my neck. I look down and notice his cock beginning to rise.
"We'll never make any progress if we keep it up, Chef," I say, nudging his chest with my elbow.
He huffs exaggeratedly and releases me with a pout.
"You're right, of course. I've just had to wait so bloody long to have you, I don't want to have to go back to pretending I don't have feelings for you when we leave this room..." he looks at me with a pained expression that I completely relate to.
"Me either, Gordon. Let's not think about it until we get out of the shower, OK?" I try to placate both of us.
He nods and gets up out of bed, lowering his hand to me so that he can pull me up.
I take his hand and he pulls me closer to him, kissing my nose.
Laughing, I stand on my toes to kiss his nose in return. He gives me a boyish grin of happiness before he takes my hand and leads me into the bathroom.
His suite is nicer than the ones that he'd gotten for the Hell's Kitchen chefs. The shower has a large fogged glass door with grey stone walls. It looks very expensive. Gordon leans in and turns on the water, then steps in a few moments later and pulls me with him.
I rinse my hair out and apply some body wash. Gordon washes himself too and I have to fight myself from staring at him with my mouth hanging open. His arms are thick and muscular, his chest is broad and solid and of course, his cock is pretty amazing too.
"Like what you see, love?" he winks as he rinses out the soap from his hair.
Blushing, I look down at the floor of the shower and watch the soap bubbles swirl down the drain.
"Of course I do, you're the most amazing man I've ever met..." I say, eyes still firmly looking at the ground.
Gordon wraps one arm around me and pulls me into him, the shower water cascading down both our bodies. He kisses the top of my head as I lean into his chest.
"Thank you, my darling. You're amazing too, you know?" he says earnestly. I look up at him and see he has an intense look in his eyes.
"What is it, Gordon?" I ask, my eyebrows pulling together as I try to figure out his expression.
"Remember back when you told me that you're not some fling?" he begins.
"Yes?" I respond while I reach my hands up until I have one arm around either shoulder of his, my fingers tangling into his hair.
"I don't want you to be some fling, either."
My body tenses as I freeze in place, trying to process what he might mean by that. He tightens his arm around me.
"I think I've fallen in love with you," he says softly, leaning his head down towards me. Water droplets dangle from the tips of his blond hair.
I'm dumbfounded. I stand there looking into the vastness of his blue eyes and try to find words to say. When I feel his arm begin to loosen his grip, I spring to life and pull his head down to me, locking my lips onto his. I feel him laugh against my mouth before he dips me like a dancer and continues our kiss as the water pours down on us.
When he raises me back to my feet, I pull back from him and look deeply into his eyes while my heart pounds.
"I love you too, Gordon," I say as my heart thuds even harder against my rib cage.
A huge smile spreads across his face. He presses my back up against the stone wall of the shower and runs his hands over my body, kissing my lips, my cheeks, my forehead, everywhere he can reach.
"We'll find a way to make it work, (Y/N). I love you. I do," he says determinedly in between his flurry of kisses. I giggle as I run my fingers down his slick back.
Once we finish our shower, Gordon steps out and tosses me a fluffy towel. I wrap myself in it and shiver a bit as the cold from the tiles beneath my feet travels up my body. Gordon rubs his towel on his head quickly, drying his hair.
"Now I guess we go back to pretending that you didn't just fill me up with your cum and we didn't just profess our love to each other, right? Easy as pie." I tease, smirking at him when he pulls his towel from his face.
"We've been doing well so far, my love," he smirks back and tosses his towel at me, rushing out of the bathroom.
"Hey!" I shout as the towel is lobbed into my chest. I catch it and toss it onto the toilet lid then chase him back into the room. He's standing in the center of the room with my bikini top and bottom dangling off his fingers.
"You must've not brought your clothes back with you to the room. You'll have to wear this again," he says, then hands the swimsuit over to me.
I quickly put the swimsuit on and sit at the end of the bed to pull on my sandals. Gordon sits next to me and leans his head into my shoulder.
"(Y/N)?" he asks.
"Hmm?" I say as I pull on my second sandal.
"Would you mind if you met my wife?" he says as he takes my free hand in his.
My eyes grow wide.
"Do you think that's a good idea?" my voice shakes a bit as I imagine her tearing me to bits for what I've done with her husband.
He nods.
"She told me she wants to meet anyone I, uh, well you know..." he rubs the back of his head with his other hand.
"If that's what you really want, Gordon." I focus on his hand in mine.
"Only if you truly want this. I am a married man, (Y/N), so things can't be as simple as you just being my girlfriend now. I love you, but I love my wife and children too. They have to come first. I'm only with you because she allowed me to be. I want her to meet you," he says sincerely.
"Of course I want this. I've never been even ten percent as happy as I am with you in my entire life. I've just... never even known anyone in an open relationship before, much less been a part of one myself. I can't help but feel like your wife will always be more important than I am, and I don't want to be an afterthought..." I trail off.
Gordon squeezes my hand.
"You won't be. Tana has been with her boyfriend for longer than she and I have been together, yet still, we treat each other as equals and love each other fully. I know this can work because of her."
My eyes shoot up from our hands to his gaze.
"She's seeing someone? Aside from you?" I ask, bewildered.
"Yes. Her and I- uh, well, I met her when I went to pick up my motorcycle from the garage of my friend's house. She happened to be seeing him at the time," he chuckles, "but she also couldn't help herself being interested in me. Of course, I found her breathtaking as well."
He smiles as he reminisces. "Her boyfriend and I were already good friends, and as we all got to know each other, they started to share things about their life with me. It turns out, he takes a more... submissive role to her. She's a strong woman and enjoys being the leader, but being led is something that she's always craved and he couldn't do that for her. Her boyfriend was actually the one to suggest that we begin dating, once he saw us getting along so well when we'd spend time together."
I feel my hand gripping his tightly as I take in his every word.
"So we did. Since I only see my family once a month or so due to my commitments, he takes care of her while I'm gone. It's nice knowing exactly who she's spending her time with." He finishes, his eyebrows raise as he looks to me for my reaction.
"So I would be spending time with you while you're away from your family?" I run my thumb nervously over our joined hands.
"Ideally, if she approves of you. I do get terribly lonely having no one to hold each night, but Tana has other commitments and she can't just follow me around as I travel the world," he pauses, leaning into my side.
"I'm sure she will like you. She and I are a lot alike. If I love you, she will too," he consoles me.
I give him a smile but feel weak at the thought of meeting his wife. All of this new information swirls around in my mind. At first, I'd only been concerned with if Gordon liked me or not. Now that I know that he does, I have a whole new roadblock to deal with. Maybe even a bigger one than Gordon himself. She could easily make or break our relationship with a single word. As I mull over the thought, I get more and more worried. I try to push the anxiety down and enjoy my last few moments with Gordon before I have to go back to faking that we're nothing more than mentor and student.
"Let's go, my darling. We have to get back to everyone else. It's been an hour," he nods to the clock in the corner once more.
Sighing, I get up off the bed.
"You go ahead of me and go to your room, shut off the water and make it look like the towels were used. I'll meet you on the roof with everyone else, yeah?" he says calmly.
"Sure, OK," I nod as I walk to the door.
"(Y/N?)"
"Yes?"
"I love you," he proclaims as his blue eyes follow me from his seat on the bed.
"I love you too, Gordon," I blush as I shoot him one last smile over my shoulder before turning the doorknob and stepping into the hallway, closing the door to his room behind me.
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