Thanks to Meowzy-chan and CTHKSI for your comments. This is a very short post, just a little fluff piece. Promise the next will be longer.
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Timeline: Right before Yuuri returns with Morgif.
He supposed Gwendal had a reason to be upset. It had been his fault about the fumes, and about how silly they had gotten. He still wasn't quite clear on all that had happened, only that it had briefly involved a kitten, before that had scampered off and then there were hazy memories of love making on the kitchen floor.
He was still sore from that, so he assumed that hadn't been a dream.
He was sure they hadn't gotten caught, they had been in their bed the morning after, though he oddly felt the need to thank Anissina for that...
Gwendal hadn't spoken to him all morning after that, likely because of something the other remembered that he didn't. He had tried to apologize, bringing strawberries, intent on suggesting a break from paper work and having a snack, as he knew his lover was very fond of the fruit.
Only to cause another upset. So he had teased Gwendal a bit about his hobby, acting as if he didn't know, and then miss guessing what one particular animal had been. Of course he had known it was a bear, he had watched Gwendal make it, but his lover had proceeded to take things out of proportion, again...
He was still blaming the fumes for his own stupid behavior. He should have known Gwendal would get touchy about the situation involving his beloved creations...
And now, lying in bed alone, lamenting his actions, and worrying for his King, he found himself miserable. It wasn't often that he felt so, but when he did, it was crushing.
A sigh, he shifted in bed, and paused, feeling a hand touch his side, before a warm arm wrapped about his waist, pulling him against a strong chest that he knew well.
"I never did thank you for those strawberries," was purred into his ear, as he felt teeth playfully nip at the edge of it.
Feeling a shiver work down his spine, it took him a moment to organize his thoughts, "I thought you were still angry with me."
"I was till I finished work," was the admittance, "I no longer have need to be now."
"You were only upset because of work?" Gunter was curious, and a little hopeful.
"Yes, I was behind because of that episode yesterday with you and Ginger," Gwendal defended, rough lips coming in contact with his shoulder.
Gunter moaned, only to pause, "Ginger?"
"The cat," was Gwendal's short answer, "I named her that," that hand was moving lower, "Where did you get her?"
Groaning, and moving to encourage that travel south, Gunter paused one last time, "I'm not sure... Does it matter?"
"Not a bit," Gwendal assured, nuzzling into him, deciding to wait till morning to tell him that Ginger had decided to make Gunter's closest her new nest.
