Another little oneshot for The Recipe for Gertrude. I guess this one could be considered drabble-ish, too… as it only took me maybe 5-10 minutes to write. A random little fluffy bit. And I definitely think that this could happen in the series somewhere in the future. xD
Disclaimer: I own plot bunnies, not the series.
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Gertrude felt a sharp poke in his side as he lay in bed, and rolled over, deciding to ignore his mystery nighttime assailant.
The poke returned.
Another poke to his ribcage prompted his eyes to open. Sahara lay facing him, propped up on one elbow, her other arm being used to poke him as if he were some unknown object or substance. Gertrude sighed in defeat.
"What do you want, Sahara?" he asked, shifting to look at her with a sleepy frown plastered on his face.
"Do you love me?"
Gertrude's gaze softened at her question. "Does it really matter?" he asked.
Apparently that wasn't exactly the answer Sahara had been expecting.
"Well, I—"
Gertrude placed his index finger over Sahara's lips, cutting her off.
"Even if I said 'no,' would it change how you felt about me?" he asked, his blue eyes gazing into her amber ones.
Sahara sat quietly for a moment before answering. "Well… no."
Gertrude smiled softly. "Then does it really matter?"
"No… I guess it doesn't."
"Thought so."
He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer. She sighed contentedly and settled against his chest.
"I love you."
"I love you, too, Sahara."
--Owari--
