For Mob bosses AU. What if one time Thena was mad at Gil and she just barged in to Gil's office and got him like pinned to the wall and Gil's guard suddenly held a gunpoint towards Thena and Gil was like don't you EVER DO THAT OR ELSE I'LL SHOOT YOU ONE BY ONE. Maybe this happened when they're still not having 'meetings' but you decide!!!! Thankie!!!!
Gil looked up. He had a feeling; he knew that forceful but light pace of walking, the way the wind felt, the faint scent of lilies in the air.
His office door slammed open, spooking the general security he had stationed outside. She had stormed right past them, clearly knowing exactly where she was headed.
Gil looked up from his paperwork, watching the Ice Queen herself storm over to his desk. It was no wonder she was so feared in their line of work. She certainly painted an intimidating picture--a beautiful, intimidating picture.
Thena marched right around the side of his massive desk and gripped the front of his shirt, pulling him up and throwing him against the wall behind them.
Gil blinked as she slammed him backwards, letting it happen passively, "hello to you, too."
"You-"
Gun safeties clicking filled the room. Gil gripped Thena's shoulders, holding her in place. "Every single one of you, stand down!"
His guards froze, eyeing them - and each other - warily.
"If you ever aim at her again!" Gil roared, not caring in the least that he was threatening his own men. He met each of their eyes, "I'll have you put down before you can blink. Do you understand me?!"
The weapons slowly lowered, heads turning anxiously.
"I said," Gil pushed of the wall, still holding Thena to him, "am I understood?"
"Yes, sir!"
"Out!" he snapped, pointing with his free hand until every single one of them was out of his office. Only then did his shoulders lower and his back loosen slightly.
Thena pushed against his chest until she was free from being pressed into his shirt. She raised a brow at him.
"What?" he asked, meeting her defiant gaze with a completely blank one.
She crossed her arms at him, "a bit dramatic, no?"
"No," he rebuked easily, crossing his arms as well. His stuck out a lot further than hers did, although she still was hovering a vague distance away from him. "If anything happened to you-"
"I need your protection, do I?" She was picking a fight with him deliberately. She was trying to lure him into saying either yes, he thought she was weak enough to need his protection. Or no, in which case he was confirming his own worry and the lack of need for it.
He puffed out his chest, meeting his stubborn Ice Queen blow for blow, "doesn't matter if you need it or not. It's here anyway."
She narrowed her eyes at him. It was a solid rebuttal, and even she could admit that. Not aloud, but still. "You didn't have to hold me like that. It will give them ideas."
Gil gave her a look this time to broadcast his own skepticism. His lips came up in a lazy smirk, "Sweetness, I'm pretty sure they already know about our d-"
Thena glared at him as sharp and fast as one of her knives.
"Meetings," Gil mumbled. That was the term she had come to use for their arranged time stolen for each other. He knew it was her not wanting to call them dates, but he was pretty sure it was just as embarrassing to call them 'meetings'.
Thena huffed, stepping back from him again. She always knew when to put some distance between them--when it would most drive him crazy because all he wanted was to reach out and hold her.
"They can't threaten the woman I love, Thena."
She looked at him--for the use of her name, for the open and raw tone of his voice. All of it.
"No one gets to do that," he shook his head, moving closer to her until she told him to stop. She never did, so he took the opportunity to reach out and pull her hands into his. "No one."
"Gil," she sighed. The fight had left her, leaving only fatigue. She was more or less recovered from her poisoning, but Gil had come to recognise every little breath, every step, every rise and fall of her shoulders. He could tell that she could still become fatigued faster than she used to.
"So I don't care if I have to tell everyone in Koreatown," he continued, pulling her against his chest and kissing the top of her head as he tucked her against him. Her hands slipped under his suit jacket and around him to his back. "No one threatens my Ice Queen."
"Hm," she sounded displeased, but he knew that her eyes were closed. She was trying to resist melting into him.
But even the Ice Queen had a melting point.
Gil rested his cheek against her hair, "my Thena."
Melting point achieved; Thena sagged against him, letting his arm settle in the curve of her waist meeting her hips, his hand all the way around her delicate shoulders to tap his thumb against the lace around her arms.
"Hey," he whispered, pulling his head up and meeting her eyes when she did the same. "What brings you over here?"
Her mouth pulled a little as her eyes darted around, "I...I was here to tell you that I don't need an escort the second I set foot in Koreatown. I have my own security, you know."
Gil smiled. The fight really was drained out of her, because now she seemed sheepish over the anger that had driven her to storm in here in the first place. "Yeah, but what's wrong with double security?"
"It's redundant, Gilgamesh," she made a point of using his full name just to scold him. "And it's conspicuous."
He shrugged, not sorry at all for having her tailed as soon as she was in his territory. He really did have no problem letting everyone on his turf know that - weakness be damned - she was not fair game. "So? A man does what he has to, Princess."
She just rolled her eyes at that one.
He kissed her cheek, "I mean it, Thena. Keeping you safe comes before anything else."
She huffed again as she accepted his kiss. She was trying to keep herself from letting his words get to her. But he knew she was letting her defenses down, whether she wanted to or not.
He kissed her cheek again, then slightly closer to her lips, and continuously closer to a real kiss, his fingers tipping her chin up for him. He breathed against the silken skin of her cheek, "is that acceptable, Ice Queen?"
She inhaled, and he could hear the slight tremble in it. Her hands floated up to his, although they just rested there, not pulling him away from her. She whimpered as he finally kissed those enchanting lips of hers.
Gil pulled away once he was satisfied with at least getting one kiss from his girlfriend. He pulled away, resisting the urge to point out how cute her stubborn little pout was. He grinned, "so...meeting?--since you came all this way."
Thena stepped away from him again (definitely knew when it would most drive him crazy). "Perhaps I'm no longer in the mood for a...meeting."
"Aw, come on, Princess," Gil pleaded with her. He had no problem doing so--he didn't care if she wanted him to beg and plead. He'd throw himself on the ground and grovel if it got him another kiss. "You're already here. You won't even stay for some tteokbokki?"
She eyed him in a way that certainly made him feel looked down on, even though he was taller than her.
"What about some sundubu?" he suggested, watching her unfurl so he could wrap his arms around her again. "Jjimdak?"
Thena pursed her lips; she was considering it. Gil gave her lithe waist a squeeze in his hands. "Rose jjimdak?--with glass noodles?"
"Done!" Gil beamed. He knew just who to call, "they can deliver it here."
"Good," Thena sighed, officially worn out from the trip over and everything that proceeded it. "I don't have all day. My next meeting is at 2."
"So I have a little time with you?" Gil dared to suggest, following her over to one of his two office couches. She sat herself primly, which was fine because if he sat next to her and spoke softly, he was pretty sure he could get her to lean on him.
Thena nodded to the spot beside her.
Gil leapt over the back of the couch, gleefully plopping himself next to her. The stiff cushions of the couch bounced her lighter body and he took the opportunity to pull her against him.
"Gil!"
"Just for now, baby," he sighed, inhaling her lily perfume and relishing in the slight but solid warmth of her in his lap.
She sighed - now who was the dramatic one? - but let him hold her. Her hand came up to the back of his head, "they're not coming in here with us like this."
"They know to leave the food outside," he promised, happy with just nuzzling his face into the hollow of her throat.
"Fine," she mumbled, and he guessed that he might be able to lure her into dozing off before the food arrived. "Just for now."
Gil laid himself against the far arm of the couch with Thena curled up in his side, half on his chest with her legs folded between his. This was becoming an increasingly familiar sleeping position for them. He hoped they would get the opportunity to sleep like this more in the future.
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