"Woman, I can not comprehend why you refuse to wear anything I ask you to."
The addressee just glared back at the red-eyed male, wondering if he was serious.
"If they were more than just flimsy scraps of cloth, Gilgamesh, I might consider it."
The King of Heroes groaned.
"Just once—"
"No."
He scowled, but said no more. He knew by experience that trying to convince her would be useless at this point.
"If we want to catch our reservation, we should leave soon. Get ready."
The man lazed around on the couch a little more just to spite her, and satisfied with an annoyed look shot his way, he put on a fancy tux.
It was specially tailored for him, and the only one of its kind in the whole world. He wouldn't dare wear something the mongrels could so freely access. He preferred this type of clothing to the Japanese traditional attire, even if either suited him anyway. He took one look into the wall mirror, decided that black did indeed suit him, and reached for his hair wax.
"Hair down, please," Arturia requested from the other room, even if she couldn't see him.
He smirked, wondering if his queen knew him too well, and put the hair product down. This was the way she preferred it, anyway.
Hm. What bow should he use?
He spun around, seeing his lioness approaching through the mirror.
Arturia was clad in a simple red, floor-length gown that was decorated with crystals, and had a matching crystal hairpiece clipped on her updo. And...was she wearing heels? Despite himself, the King of Heroes smiled.
Beautiful, as always.
The woman slid her purse up her arm and produced a red silk bow. She swiftly popped his collar and proceeded to tie it for the man.
"You're too far," she stated, and pulled at the bowtie to bring the man closer. Before long, his eyes drifted to her glossy lips. He leaned forward, enjoying their proximity, and casually wrapped a hand around her waist. He pulled her close to kiss her, but found his lips blocked by a finger.
"Too bad, I just finished."
He groaned, denied the contact, but then smirked, wondering how this infuriating little woman managed to wrap him around her finger. She was clearly worthy of being his. The only one worthy in fact.
"Shall we?"
They had dinner in the fanciest restaurant in all of Japan. It was a rotating place atop a tall tower that provided a premier view of the city. Slow music was played by one of the country's best pianists on a black grand piano in the corner. Their table was adorned with exquisite flowers from different countries, with crystals scattered around if only to emphasize how expensive everything was. Clear crystal glasses sat among gold-plated silverware, next to fine porcelain manufactured by one of the country's national artists.
Truly a setup befitting a king. Or two.
And as per their reservation, the entire floor was completely vacated to receive them.
"S-shall I show you to your seat?" asked the very nervous manager who, clearly, realized the power of the foreign couple who could afford to reserve his entire seven star restaurant for a single dinner. Not to mention, the couple carried themselves like royalty. Calling them intimidating would be a serious understatement. Hell, they even looked like they could be gods. The woman, he thought, was definitely too beautiful to be human. And the man...
The male glowered at him, causing him to flinch, but he caught himself and led them to their seats, carefully seating them properly, opposite each other, just like how a manager should. The woman gave him a smile, which calmed him a bit, and then she turned to her escort with reprimanding eyes, causing him to shrug. Well, at least he wasn't dealing with two demons.
"Your order will be here shortly. Please excuse me," he said after filling their glasses.
"Thank you...Mochinushi-san," the woman said, reading his name tag. He bowed and left.
As the night went by, the manager observed that his blonde customer wasn't completely a demon. Although he was unbelievably annoyed at the waiters, he was quite tame when left alone with the woman. He also conducted himself quite gracefully. They both did, so well, in fact, that the waiters around looked at the couple with glittery admiration in their eyes. One of them even said that they looked like a king and queen.
When the couple finished, the 'king' casually helped up his lady, an action none of the staff actually expected, given the way he treated them, and together, the blonde couple left.
Mochinushi sank into a chair, more tired than he's ever been in his life.
The couple arrived back at their home.
"Did you enjoy dinner?"
"The mongrels were annoying."
"Gil, people are always annoying to you."
Was it him, or did she sound a little disappointed?
Reluctantly he said with a sigh, "But…they do make tolerable food."
That seemed to lighten her mood, and with a slight smile she went into her room to change and he flopped onto their velvet couch.
"Gil?"
"Hm?" he replied, pretending that he hadn't been watching her out of the corner of his eye the whole time.
She turned away from him, sweeping her hair to the side.
"Unzip me?"
Unusual. The King of Knights rarely gave him any opportunity to touch her, but since the chance had presented itself so easily, he wasn't about to let it go to waste. He glided over to her.
With a gentle motion, he swept away stray blonde strands of hair from her back. Silently, he waited for permission to touch her, and when she offered no resistance, he took the zipper.
Just to tease her, he let his finger run down her spine, making her shiver. Halfway down though, his skin brushed against a familiar fabric.
Saber snuck a look at him, as if she was waiting for him to figure it out.
"All done?" she prompted.
The King of Heroes snapped out of the temporary trance, dragging the zipper down.
She helped herself out of the red gown, and with a teasing look, she turned to face him. There she stood, in a sexy laced blood red bra with black mesh veiling her torso, and a very naughty piece of cloth that barely covered anything down there.
Beautiful, yes. And very, very enticing.
"There. Happy?" she asked, pulling at the thong to adjust it.
She smiled, satisfied as his reaction.
"You can kiss me now, if you like."
Gilgamesh stepped forward, amused. His queen could be quite the temptress when she wanted to. And that wasn't the kind of request he'd deny. She smirked back at him and tilted her head up as he leaned in to claim the kiss he was deprived of earlier.
But just as she'd expected his lips on hers he dodged down, wrapped an arm around her legs, and lifted her onto his shoulder.
In the next second she was flung onto their king size bed and pinned down, the red in her face making her look even more inviting than before.
"Wha-Gil! Let go of me this instant!" she commanded, but all he did was grin.
"No."
Oh, he was getting much much more than just a kiss tonight.
Heya!
Short as usual, featuring Gil and some smexy underwear MWAHAHAHA!
I hope you liked it! Do tell me what you think!
Sorry, school has been killing me lately, and I have an internet connection as bad as Rin's technology skills. UGHHHH.
I might come back and further improve this one.
Anyway, until next time! :)
-akampana