If we are strong enough in our souls we can rip away the veil and look that naked, terrible beauty right in the face; let God consume us, devour us, unstring our bones. Then spit us out reborn.

― Donna Tartt, The Secret History

The smell of musk and cigarette smoke was very apparent on his shirt. It was the only thing she had on, but seeing as how her frame was so tiny it enveloped nearly her entire body. She was curled up into a ball on his couch, inhaling his scent—the scent she loved so much.

"Heh."

Alice opened her eyes and saw him standing there, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and his trademark cigarette hanging loosely from his lips. He was smiling at her. A genuine smile that made his golden eyes sparkle.

It caused her nerves to start acting up, and she became horribly shy. A blush even brushed her cheeks—a blush. On B-Rabbit, the most powerful chain in the Abyss? How could some low-life manservant of her manservant do that to her? It was unheard of.

Alice angrily pouted, looking off to the side. She was unsure of what to think, how to react. She hated it when he did that to her. It killed her pride.

Gil chuckled again, unfolding his arms and pushing off from the wall. He crushed his cigarette in an ash tray and slowly made his way over to her, his amused smile only growing with each passing second. But it wasn't taunting in any way, it was…loving.

She lifted her head up to watch him, her loose brown locks falling over her shoulder in long cascades and her bangs gently sweeping across her forehead. Gilbert leaned over once he got to her and caged her in with his arms, invading her space by holding his head near hers.

"Oi," She protested weakly, gently pushing her hands against his chest but not really doing anything besides that to stop it. Because secretly, she loved it.

Gilbert leaned in and brushed his lips across hers softly.

"You're so beautiful," He murmured.

Beautiful. He called her beautiful. Once again she was rendered unsure of how to react and vulnerable with the damn blush staining her cheeks.

He used one of his hands to press against her cheek and hold her face in place to kiss her again, this time longer, more sensual.

It was unfair how he did this to her, it was cruel. It was forbidden. Her forbidden play, always tangling and entwining with others. How she always managed to do this, she was unsure.

But she found, whilst being caged in his arms, she didn't care.

Oohh geez, I'm not really fond of this fic, but I still wanted to post it. I never really shipped Gil/Alice too much, I still don't really ship them, but I think I'm being converted slowly... I saw a picture that made me squeal and wuv it. u/u Actually, the pic inspired this entire one-shot. {the picture link is on my profile if you want to see it!

Anyways, tell me what you think! I'm a little rusty since I haven't wrote in a while, so I'd mean a lot if you guys gave me some constructive criticism or something.

Oh, and yes, isn't my title so super original? Alice's chara song. Hah. /shot

'till next time!