I had the idea for the second half of this a while ago, and I guess it suits "fluff" well enough~ And the idea of Bill writing Gabriel's English mistakes into scripts to explain the weird things Shakespeare came up with comes from Tumblr user simonfarnabyslegs ^^

Fandom: Bill (Gabrian)

Day 13 prompt: Fluff

A script dropped onto the table in front of Ian, making him jump.

"He's doing it again!"

He frowned at Gabriel's frustrated tone and picked up the script to leaf through it, "Doing what?"

"Writing my English mistakes into his play. Look," she all but snatched it from his hands, turned to the page in question and pointed, "Here."

"'... Does thou infamonize me among potentates...'?" he read aloud, "Infamonize?"

Gabriel cringed, "I was thinking, 'to make infamous', you see?"

"Oh," Ian said. He took a moment to figure out how to proceed, Well, I... I don't know if I'd call that a mistake. A bit of an odd way of phrasing it, maybe, but-"

"It was a mistake," Gabriel slammed a hand down on the table, then sat down opposite him, "He does it to embarrass me, you know."

"It's only harmless teasing, he doesn't do it to hurt you," Ian patted her hand, "If anything, it's because he knows your English is so good, when you say something like this, he thinks it should be right," she just raised an eyebrow at him and he faltered, "Well, that might be a bit of a reach, but you know what I'm getting at."

The memory of the time Bill had finally, reluctantly, explained to her the actual meaning of 'lady parts' as opposed to 'female roles' came to mind and Gabriel cringed. That had caused her enough embarrassment that she didn't even want to tell Ian about it. She just shook her head, "My English is far from perfect."

"Alright, it may not be perfect, but it's near enough," Ian shrugged, but she hardly paid any attention. She just propped herself up on her elbow, her chin in her hand, "Far better than Juan or Lope or any of the others, from what I remember."

Gabriel shrugged but straightened up. He'd successfully redirected her attention, and stroked her ego a little in the process, "It was just another part of my specialty. I was the most well-versed in languages on the team; it made my characters more authentic. And the others would pester me for advice," she smiled and shook her head at the memories, "Lope constantly needed reminders. And I am still amazed that Juan ever learned to string together a single sentence of English!"

"They probably wouldn't have gotten anywhere without you. You must have been an excellent teacher. I know the children love learning Spanish from you."

"Teaching my own language is easier. I actually enjoy that more. It wasn't as though Lope or Juan or any of the others needed to be fluent in English; they only needed to know enough to get through a job. The children actually want to learn just for the sake of learning."

Somehow, this had changed from Ian trying to cheer her up. Now he was curious.

"... Do you think you could teach me?" he suddenly asked, "More than you do for them. You teach them the odd word and simple phrases, but could you teach me to really speak your language?"

Gabriel once again felt that soft warmth in her heart, "You would want me to?"

"I want to know everything about you. Including your language."

She grinned, "I can certainly try."

– THANKTIVAL –

Ian sighed and shook his head, smiling up at her. He dropped the paper onto the table, "I'm awful at this, aren't I?"

"Hmm..." Gabriel sauntered over to him. She placed one hand on his shoulder, the other on her hip, and cocked her head, pretending to think for a moment, "Yes."

He laughed and she laughed along with him.

"Anything in particular that needs work?"

"Well. Your accent is terrible, and your grammar is even worse," the hand on her hip moved to his jaw and she stepped closer to stand between his legs. He gazed up at her and she smirked, "You let yourself be distracted-"

"You're very distracting, my lady," he took her hand from his shoulder and kissed it softly. Gabriel jokingly snatched it away, feigning shock.

"You ask me for lessons, then all you do is kiss me? This is no way to behave towards your teacher," she scolded, but easily let herself be pulled down onto his lap. She kissed him, caressing his face, "You are trying. And I do so love you, mi amor."

"I do at least know that one. My love."