Chapter 6:
Warning: Rated M for sexual intercourse.
Gin sighed quietly, tucking the girl warmly. Fortunately for him, she didn't seem to have many questions regarding the previous matter. Although he knew she wouldn't let him live it down tomorrow.
And only then did he realize the absence of that woman. She dumped the kid in his arm right after they got home. It wasn't like her at all. Now that he thought about it, she looked pale, not the usual creamy color. He bet that she hasn't even had anything to eat besides breakfast. Vermouth had planned to have supper at Akai after all. And she hadn't been in for longer than 15 minutes.
Oh, how much he wanted to yell at her. But the reason was a little bit different than normal. However, Gin most definitely didn't expect a soundly asleep Vermouth in their bedroom. She must have changed into her nightgown while he was busy with the girl. Not that he was complaining, but the woman at least wrapped herself up in something warm, like the blanket right beneath. Muttering curses, he gently adjusted so that she was comfortably covered.
He could literately see those cheeks regain more healthy color. Gin watched her chest rise and fall in silence. How could he be mad at her when she looked so peaceful. Gin swore that cunning creature would be the death of him. Now, he would have to take a very long and cold shower if he was going to catch any sleep tonight.
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Vermouth woke up to a particular tickling feeling. The sound of licking grew more pronounced as she slowly opened her eyelid.
"Morning." Gin greeted with more nibbling on his part and rapid breathing on hers. He admitted he had been fond of using his mouth ever since that couch incident. But when she urged him to go on, Gin conveniently pulled away.
"Just wanted to make sure you're awake for breakfast." Mischief twinkled in his eyes as he untangled himself. Vermouth had to admit that it was very tempting to throw something at him. "Stay there. I'll be right back."
Kate asked nonchalantly as he entered the kitchen. "What are you grinning like an idiot for?"
"What are you doing with my phone?" He threw a question right back.
Her attention still fixed on the object. "Google."
"Goo… What?" Remember the whole ordeal he dashed toward his child, calmed his nerve as he saw the word "dictionary".
"You really expect me to wait for you to cook up an excuse." Kate answered then she realized her father's discomfort and explained. "I'm not going to traumatize myself with whatever you adult talking about."
Traumatize…Since when did she learn that word. Light bulb dawned on him. "You have been reading your mom's book, again."
"I got her permission." She calmly smirked, though she didn't knew why her mom made a mistake like this. But as long as it benefited her, she didn't have anything to complain. "You knew. The other night."
The other night. Couch. A lot of panting. And it was all his fault.
Still, Gin was never so grateful about the internet. Decided to let the topic go, he picked the food tray. And he was naïve to think he could get away with it easily.
"I see you took up on my advice after all. Being a gentleman for once."
Gin rolled his eye. As much as he wanted to teach her a lesson about respect, he wouldn't have a spiteful remark keep him away from his "treat". He already felt like a saint keeping his hand to himself all night. Did you even see what she was wearing?
Gin was true to his promise. It didn't take any longer than a few minutes, but nothing is fast enough while you're in heat. He placed the tray neatly on the bed and swiftly sat her in his lap.
"Wouldn't want you cold, would I?" He stated innocently while keeping himself occupy with her creamy skin.
"I don't see how is this helping." Vermouth replied, her eye gleaming. She could feel the burning heat from his desire.
"Uhm…" He put more effort in devouring that delicious flesh than answering. Gin hated the fact that he had almost closed to nothing when it came to claiming that cunning fox as his. It wouldn't hurt to leave some more marks.
"As much as I like what you're doing. It's hard to cover the hickey on my neck." She whispered between writhing.
"I can always turn my attention somewhere else." His hand drifted down to her breast, brushed off the shoulder strap in the process, turned her around so that he had better access.
Soon moaning, sweeting wasn't enough. He took up a notch by grinding his bulge against her body.
"I thought you wanted me to eat first." Vermouth had a difficult time determined which one was yummier. Her stomach had been practically empty since yesterday morning.
"My boy is hungry too." He muttered under his breath. "You have been neglecting it."
The final straw.
She ran his hand in the thin fabric of his slack, scratched the head with her manicured nails, which earned her a few gasps. Before Gin even tried to do anything, her hand already claimed a firm holds on it. Give a few tugs; Vermouth lowered herself so that the only thing between them was her underwear. It was only fair if she returned the favor.
Ecstasy bubbling, he knew he was close. Gin would be damn if he let her win after all his hard work. Normally, he would have taken time undressing her. But all he could think of was the fastest way to get his boy home. He didn't take off her panties, but moved it enough so that the annoying cloth couldn't cover anything. When that was done, he thrust roughly into her slick entrance without forgetting to secure her hand over her head. It gave him an odd satisfaction viewing from above, watching every detail of her expression. She was quite disappointed that her hand rendered useless with the ability to hold on.
As much as he loved teasing her, he didn't maintain the patience like last time. The truth wasn't far from what he had said earlier. Vermouth had been neglecting his need since the incident. He tried to prolong the fun, but the tightening of her entrance wasn't helping. It felt like she wanted to swallow him whole, he released himself inside her.
Vermouth rested her head on the mingle mess of her bed, protested with no actual bite. "My meal's cold."
Gin cursed at how innocent she could sound when she wanted to.
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Kate was playing alone in the park. As soon as she saw her father's face this morning, she knew neither of her parent would pay much attention to her. And the mysterious disappearance of her father only proved her deduction right. Sunday with nothing to do and occupied parents wasn't her idea of having fun.
"Why are you alone?" Akai voice startled her. He had been watching her for a while until curiosity got the better of him.
"Mom and dad are busy." Kate spat sound more envious than needed.
After a lot of sobbing and reassurance last night, he was officially off the hook. But it didn't mean that he was completely forgiven. So he thought of an idea to cheer Akemi though he didn't know this decision today would do more harm than good (to him). Women adored kid. "You don't mind joining us for lunch then. We didn't really …"
"Of course. I'll make a call first." She couldn't ask for more.
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It was safe to say that Gin couldn't be happier. He loved his daughter. That was as true as the fact that they can be such a cock block from time to time. He had to fight off an urge to book a hotel for some private time.
Judging on his good behavior, Vermouth finally decided to loosen up on him a little. It wouldn't hurt to spoil him a bit. They decided to settle for a light lunch and spent the rest of the day enjoying each other presence. In Gin's case was spending the rest of the day with his head on her lap. He had never loved a piece of furniture more than this couch. Not only was it comfortable to lie on but also served well as a reminder of good memories.
He nuzzled closer to her stomach, inhaled the exotic scent of her body. Never in his life had he imagined a fully clothed Vermouth could give him this much pleasure. Her liquid touch flow on his flesh loosened a knot at the back of his neck, her forever sharp nails were irritably pleasant when it scratched his skin. Something felt this good must be a sin itself. But since when did he mind about morality?
One more thing about the couch, it closed enough to the table so you could place whatever food you of your liking without worrying it might dirty the sheet.
"Can't reach." He feigned clumsiness as he fell to reach the bowl of fruit.
"You're not even trying." Vermouth burst out laughing when he acted like a pamper brat.
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"Do you need me to walk you home?" Akai politely suggested.
"Can I stay just a little longer?" She pleaded for good reasons.
"Why?" He pushed as Akemi cleaned up the table. They had just finished lunch.
"Because dad's face make you want to punch him." She remarked innocently.
Her answer confused him more. But he did walk her home and agreed with her statement right away. He couldn't believe just a moment ago he pitied the bastard.
"It's hard to eat with a broken nose." He commented under his breath, wanting to slug that Cheshire smile off his face. And he hadn't put a foot inside the door. But the windows are transparent and gave a good view of what was inside. The view of a certain person feed the other a slice of strawberry coated in white cream. The view also showed the someone acted as if he was the king of the world.