"She just gets on my nerves!" A furious shot echoed through the hallway as Gru and Lucy returned from their latest mission.
Ripping his scarf from its collar, Gru growled as he lobbed the fabric across their bedroom. The sudden outburst wasn't necessary, yet he couldn't find another way to release his anger. Valerie Da Vinci threatened him and Lucy with another suspension, as they captured one villain on their highest ranking; the other escaped.
"Look, honey," Lucy lay a hand on his shoulder, patting his arm. "You did your best, she can't shout at you for trying."
He didn't respond. Only resuming with undressing himself, Gru shrugged as he thought about Lucy's words. That's how their missions were always planned out. We try our best, that's all that matters. What if one day they could've done better? What if they got fired all over again, and there wasn't a way of winning their jobs back? That frightened the couple more than anything else. Groaning, he entered their ensuite and began brushing his teeth.
When it came to watching her husband become terrorised by their boss, Lucy wasn't a fan. Comforting him became first nature - Gru opened up to her more than anybody else in the family, and which she felt grateful about. He trusted her the most. So, she must do something that'd soothe his nerves. Something that seemed unforgettable; that'd clear his stormy mind from the day's nightmares.
Then she realised what really hit his weak spot. Lucy grinned to herself, undressing herself before her husband returned.
Gru sighed as he ambled into the bedroom, rubbing his eyes, "I just, maybe I need tu-"
Yet, once his fingers removed from his face, a sight withheld his voice from continuing.
Lucy rested on the edge of their bed, wearing nothing but her black, lacy bra and the blue nightgown. Something about how sensuous her half-lidded eyes and inviting smile were managed drawing attention from his crotch. Before, his thoughts lay inside his mind, now they travelled directly into his pants. Damn, could she be any more gorgeous?
Tracing her bra strap which slipped down her shoulder, Lucy offered a cheeky wink as her gaze focused on his belt. She whispered, "Maybe I can help you relax?"
Gru's mouth opened, but shut immediately before any foolish words escaped. He peered toward the door, which he believed locked itself as they entered the room. Hands itched to touch her skin. Lucy's suggestive head tilt only meant one thing: Time to relax.
Dru felt the urge to rip his entire hair out, even if he adored his blond strands.
All those precious possessions he stole from the museum...gone! He planned every single one of those heists for a whole month - sweet and care shoved into those plans - which were successful. Now, some unthoughtful villain decided to steal from him! No fair!
Storming up the stairs to Gru and Lucy's house, Dru let out a cry in anger. It'd be better to release this fury before talking to Grucy, before everything exploded - including his hair. Yet, as he stretched his hand for the knocker, the door already opened. His eldest niece - Margo - stood before him with a cocked brow.
"Oh, it was you who made that noise!" Margo chuckled nervously, rubbing her arm. "I thought some madman was coming to the door."
"Hey, Margo," Dru sighed. Stepping into the hallway, he glanced around for familiar faces. "Are your parents here?"
She pointed toward the stairs, "Yeah, in their bedroom. They had a bit of a rough mission, so they're...calming down a bit."
Margo already understood their method of calming down, having overheard their voices in the middle of the night. Worst nightmare ever. However, she wouldn't inform Dru about this. She despised mentioning the subject anyway.
Dru shrugged, "I'm sure they won't mind me visiting, I've got a situation."
"Uh, I don't think you should-"
"I'm his brother, what's the worst that could happen?" Dru smiled, travelling up the stairs and leaving Margo to wince as she watched him fade upstairs.
Now...which door was theirs?
Tilting his head, Dru turned a random doorknob and stepped inside the room. A low-key light beaming from the lamp on the bedside cabinet filled the surroundings. Once his eyes adjusted to the scene, Dru regretted his decision immediately.
His eyes fell upon Lucy kneeling before Gru, who sat on their king-sized bed. A halo of fiery hair trailing down her back, which two hands were entangled. Not entirely sure what happened, Dru cocked his brow and examined them for a moment. Until his ears picked up sounds that weren't exactly innocent, he almost burst out in laughter.
About ten seconds passed before Dru attempted sneaking out of the room, but the floorboards creaked just as he took one step.
Lucy leaped away from her husband, crying out as she spotted Dru. As for Gru, he cursed the worst possible swear words you could imagine as he fumbled with his pants and pulled them up around his hips again.
Shielding his eyes, Dru couldn't help but laugh, "I-I'm sorry, so sorry, I didn't realise you were-ah!"
"Get out!" Gru yelled, grabbing the lamp that provided light in their bedroom and tossing the object at his brother.
"Ow!" Dru yelped, rubbing the back of his head. Sprinting down the stairs, he repeated, "I'm sorry!" before leaping out the front door with that haunting image inside his mind.
Growling, Gru slammed their bedroom door and flicked the light switch. Lucy chuckled at his furious expression; the uncomfortableness inside his pants wouldn't help either. Jeez, could this night just give him peace for five minutes?!
"Hey," Lucy giggled. "Don't worry. It could've been worse, he might've walked in ten minutes later, right?"
Gazing at his wife, who covered her mouth from her laughter, Gru cracked a smile. A few seconds later, their laughter mirrored each other. That suffocating rock lifted from his chest, filling his heart with bliss knowing that his family were completely crazy.
Laughing with his wife, Gru understood that there were other ways of relaxing too.
