A/N: Warning for sexual intercourse.
Chapter 4:
Gin tapped Vermouth slightly on the cheek. "Here you go!" He put the cake on the table with a fork besides.
Now, he realized that she must have dozed off while waiting. Even with the fastest way he knew, it still took hours for a cake to be ready. He was sure the damn woman did it just to annoy the hell out of him. She took it as her personal hobby.
Anyhow, it's hard to sleep with a pounding headache so if she was able to nap, meant the pain had gone. Gin sighed, then sat quietly on the edge of the table, watching her groggily come to.
Vermouth blinked away her sleepiness. Her gaze went back and forth between Gin and the cake. "You actually made it."
Gin suddenly empathized with the bull in a match. How furious it must have been to have a red flag waving constantly at you? Never before did he feel the urge to strangle someone. But the last time he did that, they ended up doing something else. So it didn't work (the way it was supposed to). "You told me to!" He gritted each word.
"Since when were you such a good boy?" Vermouth purposely ignored Gin's burning anger, picked up the fork and enjoyed some freshly baked lemon cake.
He worried about her and that how she appreciated. Kindness be damned. He was somewhat lost in his thought until his stomach loudly protest, pulled him back to reality. He didn't have a chance to fill it up with anything.
Smiling at that, Vermouth offered him a fork full of cake. "You know you want to!"
Gin didn't focus on the cake but to the fact there was some white cream stuck to her lips and that he wanted to lick them off so badly.
"You guys still up?" Kate appeared at the stair, curiously looking at her parent. Gin quickly pulled himself together, kept his back facing her.
The child being a good girl that she was ran to her mother. "Are you ok?"
"I'm fine honey!" She assured after pecking her on the cheek. "Trouble sleeping."
"Yeah, I thought drinking some water may help." Kate shyly admitted, then realized the food on the table. "Urg! I have already brushed my teeth."
"I'll save some for you." She offered, knowing what the girl wanted. "How about reading some books? You can pick one of mine!"
She lit up like a Christmas tree. "Really?" She had never been allowed to touch her mom collection. Since some of them are not appropriate for children and she had never been able to sneak pass her mom. Who was she kidding anyway?
"But you can only read the book you can reach!" Vermouth laid down her conditions.
"OK." Without further ado, the girl ran as fast as possible upstairs.
Vermouth resumed her former position. "Come on, eat something."
"No!" Gin raised his voice. In truth, he does want to eat, but it wasn't the cake.
Underestimate his reaction, she playfully pushed ."You know you want to."
Accepting defeat, he leaned forward and took a bite, imagine what her mouth taste like. It has been a while since he last felt it. The bitter, power taste of a martini.
A smug expression blossomed on her face. Vermouth picked the cherry, carefully licked the cream off it before savor its taste. His pant tightened at the sound of it.
It was a final straw. There was so much a man can take.
Before she could react, Gin swiftly removed the plate on her hand and settled himself between her legs.
"Kate…"
Gin cut her words with his wolf like grin. "Then don't make any noise."
"But I'm…"
"I'll make it quick." His hands didn't stay still. By the time Gin finished talking, he also finished tossing her underwear away. He left the skirt and blouse alone. He wouldn't want to traumatize his daughter too much if unfortunately anything happened.
Vermouth made a mental note to eat her cake in private or… in public with many people. Either one will do.
The meal had been served. But Vermouth didn't look too happy with the situation. And he knew he wouldn't win if the pleasure wasn't mutual. Gin sneaked a hand under her blouse, carefully unhooked her bra then removed it without having to take off the outer garment.
He earned a small gasp at that. She wasn't expecting this since she could feel his manhood poking at her side. Gin wasn't a patient man for foreplay and all. Although they were living together, he rarely showed any emotion other than irritating let alone this.
He surprised himself too as he caressed every inch of her exposed breast with his tongue, leaving bruises here and there.
"Mom! Can I read the book on the second self?" Kate energetically shouted from upstairs, interrupting her enjoyment.
Gin chose just the moment to thrust into her.
"Of course." She amazingly managed without giving away any suspicion.
It took all of her talent and experience as an actress to keep her voice from quivering. Blood dripping from her lips.
Damn it, Gin! She silently cursed.
He didn't let her clawing to his back like usual. Gin had lifted her leg and rested it on his shoulder. Vermouth had no other choice but to grip the couch for support. Watching her struggle just fueled his thrill further. The thrill of getting caught and the thrill of rendering such a prideful woman helpless.
The thrust wasn't just fast. He pulled all the way out, then rammed it hard accurately hitting her sweet spot every time.
Vermouth had always led the way, even when she was beneath him. But not this time.
Sensing her muscle tighten around his, Gin didn't want the joy to end like this. He took time to thrust the last one slowly, frustratingly. Just when she climaxed, he mustered his last strength to lick the blood off her lips. Only then did he allow himself to release.
Two people intertwined, trying to catch the breath. Vermouth whispered in his ear tiredly. "You'll have to carry me up."
"Wait a minute." He replied; shift his position so that he wouldn't be crushing her with his weight. Kate was probably wandering around her parent room. He wouldn't be able to explain her mother state of clothing. (Not to mention some noticeable white stuff sticking on her skirt.) And if she got curious, went down, it'd be worse. Vermouth's underwear still lied around somewhere in the living room. He lost track of them the moment he got them off their owner's body.
Tomorrow, he would have to get up early and clean the mess. Pray to god that they didn't stain the couch.
For the first time, they just lying there and enjoy the other warming present.
Neither Vermouth nor Gin was the cuddling type. In the beginning, their relationship was strictly professional. Sex was just a way to blow up some steam. Even after forming up a family, the rules were the same. You slept on your side and I slept on mine. Nothing was intimate or romantic about it.
"Good day at work!" Akemi said as Akai got in his car. Today was a sunny one. Everything was simply perfect until he heard.
"Hey! Good morning." Gin greeted, picking up the newspaper.
The hell was that! He growled under his breath.
Akemi politely replied while Akai was still gawking at Gin. "Good morning."
Kate made her present known by waving at them with her gloomy face.
"What's wrong?" Akemi concernedly asked. Vermouth's condition last night worried her.
"Mom doesn't feel well and dad is happy." She poured her heart out.
"He has been smiling nonstop. Creepy." Kate commented.
Akemi was just as confused. "I wonder why. He looked worried yesterday."
Akai knew why though. How could he not? He was a man too, and that bastard's face practically written "got laid" on it.
He let out a sigh at the thought, didn't dare to speak his mind. Although it was strange that Vermouth let Gin do whatever he wanted. Or maybe he was just a bastard.
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Back home.
"Mom! How are you feeling?" It was noon already. She had never woken up this late.
"I'm fine." She cupped her daughter's face. "I didn't get much sleep. That's all."
"Er? Why?"
"Your father didn't let me." She said innocently enough. It was high time for revenge. If Gin thought he could get away with it then he didn't know her so well.
Gin looked like a vein was going to burst. His hands turned into fists.
"What?" She smiled daringly at him. "It was the truth."
"How could you?" Kate gritted.
"Don't be too hard on him." Vermouth said merrily, which irritated him more.
From then on, Kate hadn't spoken a word to her father. If it was just the silent treatment, she wouldn't be the daughter of two assassins.
An unfortunate dropping of a kettle, which conveniently burnt his feet. Or a misplace knife on the couch. Things like this keep happened almost too often. The worst part was he didn't know when did she set those up. Vermouth was playing the innocent spectator throughout the whole ordeal.
Gin tried. He did try everything to stop. From bribing.
"Ice cream."
But she just threw him a glare and walked away.
To look twice before sitting or doing anything in that matter.
By the dinnertime with a body full of injuries, Gin gave up. "Go talk to your kid!"
"Why is she always my kid when she didn't do what you want?" Vermouth playfully inquired, look up from the newspaper.
Gin defeatingly swallowed his pride and begged (kind of). "Just do something."
"Then I won." She pecked him on the cheek and claimed her victory.
Five minutes later, the girl was talking to him again, though Gin still maintained a safe distance.
"What did you tell her?" He couldn't contain his curiosity anymore.
"Enough to get you off the hook." She answered which didn't sound like an answer at all.
Gin's face darkened. He should have made that woman beg. If he had done that, it wouldn't have felt like such a failure.
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Bonus:
Question: Why does Gin keep saying that he hates Vermouth?
Answer (Kate): If it was true, then why I'm here? (Obviously)
(Failure of Durex, perhaps?)
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Question: What would Vermouth react if Gin slept with someone?
Answer(Vermouth): Use protection!
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Gin's most disturbing experiences.
Kate found his condom stash and used them as a balloon.