AN- And I've finally gotten around to writing this! I've been planning to for about… I don't know… four or five months? Yeah… ANYWAYS! I have high hopes for this fic. Really, I do. Also, I intend to have lots of fun writing it, cause it's PreciousMetalshipping, which I've been dying to write (it's my OTP, after all!). There's not much you all need to know beforehand, other than the fact that the story title and the chapter titles combine. For instance, for this chapter, it'd become That's What You Get (fic title) for Fighting With Your Girlfriend (chap. title). Just thought I'd tell ya how it works now, so you're not all, "Uh, your chapter titles make NO SENSE!!!" Tell me something like that in a review, you better expect a properly sarcastic response. You have been warned. Enjoy~!

Disclaimer: If I owned PokeSpe, PreciousMetalshipping would be canon, and there would be *ahem* scenes, so clearly I own nothing.

Warning: Even though the final pairing is, without a doubt, G/S (or S/G, I'm, I'm still indecisive…) there is still a large quantity of MangaQuestshipping going on, along with lots of other heterosexual pairings. If you cannot stand any straight couplings, click the back button, please. ALSO: The story is told from Gold's POV, so expect a bit of offensive and sexist remarks. Please don't take offense at them. I was just trying to write as I thought Gold would speak.

for Fighting With Your Girlfriend

I like to consider myself a simple guy. I am woken up every morning at eleven by my girlfriend Crystal, head off to work as a copper (which is ironic, considering I used to be one of the guys on the run from said coppers), head home to my apartment (which, while not technically shared, is more often than not occupied by myself and another. Take a guess at who), and proceed to make crazy monkey love with the aforementioned girlfriend, who, while not really liking the "ridiculous way I refer to making love", is usually quite satisfied by the time I'm done with her. Then I go to sleep, sated and cheery.

That's my day in a nutshell.

Now don't get me wrong, Crys and I may sound like a pretty good couple, but we've had our fair share of fights- by which I mean, we fight like cats and dogs. We just end up going back to each other and having very gratifying makeup sex after a while.

See, despite what many think, we really do care about each other (hell, every once in a blue moon, I can even honestly admit to loving her), so, no matter how often we fight, we always get back together.

What irritates me is that we're always fighting about the same thing. She insists that the problem is my "infidelity", while I've tried to tell her repeatedly that it's just that she's so insecure.

Her anxiety goes all the way back to her childhood, see. When she was about eight, her dad up and left. Just plain hit the road, leaving her and her mom in pieces. Her mom confessed later that her father had left them for another woman, and it kinda ended up traumatizing poor Crys. Now, she's constantly afraid that I'll leave her like that, too. I get that. I do.

But she gets so upset just from me looking at other women. Just looking! What she doesn't seem to understand it that that's all I've ever done, is look.

I'm a man. When I see a pretty girl, I'm gonna look. There's no helping that. But for all the time we've been dating now (which is about… five years now, I think. Wow. Has it really been that long?), I've used tons of willpower to make sure I kept my hands to myself. I've employed to rule of look, don't touch when it comes to other women.

I've tried to explain that I'm actually holding myself back for her, but she never listens. Take last night, for example. We went out to this awesome new bar known as the Electric Shock. It's the "hip" place to be currently, but the owner is some weirdo who once served in the army. Popular belief says he lost his mind while in the army.

Anyway.

Crys and I were having a good time, drinking and dancing, the works. Then in walks this absolutely gorgeous female. Tall, slender, chesty, nice ass, pouty lips that looked oh-so-kissable. It's not like I was the only guy looking at her. The moment she walked in, every guy was focused on her. I was, in fact, one of the few that didn't immediately throw myself at her feet. Instead, I stayed put right beside my girlfriend, who didn't seem to care about how hard I was trying to control myself. She got upset about my gawking at her, as if all the other guys throwing themselves at her was an equivalent to my behavior.

So, yeah, that made me a bit mad, and we kind of ended up shouting at each other. If she hadn't picked the next moment to storm out of the bar in a huff, Crys and I probably would've been thrown out on our asses for "disturbing the peace".

Whatever.

The point is, despite contrary belief, I try my best to be a good, loyal boyfriend.

…Which is why, when I woke up the following morning having no clue where I was only to find a naked redhead in bed beside me, I was much displeased.

AN- It should be kinda obvious, but this chapter's really only a prologue of sorts. That's why it's so short. I promise future chapters will be longer. But yeah… take three guesses at who Gold drunkenly spent the night with. The first two don't count. Ta ta~!