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softquietsteadylove · 7 months ago

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I fell asleep making an ask midway... It was a vow au prompt request and I think I was just editing when I suddenly time traveled to now. I digress my request was:

Thena, half-awake smells breakfast. Her dream turns into an echo of a memory with Gil. Once she awoke, she tried to look for Gil— he was not in the kitchen nor dining room. She had left her food in search for him, wanting answers and hoping he hasn't left for work. Only for her to find out that he just got out of the shower. A particular droplet traces down to his hand. The very hand holding the small towel together as it held for its dear life around his waist.

The dream and memory could be anything, likewise with Gil's reaction. Hope this wasn't a duplicate...

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The smell of eggs and aromatics pulled her from sleep. Half in a dream and half in her mind, she thought of coming out of a room. Everything was bathed in sunlight and then there was Gil. Gil standing at the stove, cracking eggs into chili oil with miso soup and fresh fruit waiting. Gil making coffee while she slept, and then as she slinked out wearing his shirt. Gil turning around in nothing but a white t-shirt and sweatpants with his hair mussed after their first night together-

Thena jolted in bed as she woke completely. She'd been experiencing it quite often as of late; she would be hovering on the edge of sleep, stuck in a very vivid dream until she was plunged into wakefulness. It was always jarring, always so vivid she could swear it engaged her senses. And then she would wake up not knowing what was a dream and what was real.

She had vaguely expressed these notions to Gil, although admittedly lacking some of the more vivid details. He had asked if she wanted to see her doctors again, but she declined. She could figure it out on her own, for the time being. And if the dreams got any more tactile, she wasn't sure if she would ever want to go back to the hospital to complain that kissing her husband in her dreams was too realistic.

Thena turned over in her bed to look at the clock. She was growing somewhat tired of the guest bed she now called her own. It was a fine bed, but it was feeling less and less comfortable the longer she spent in it. She also hadn't mentioned that to Gil either.

The therapist at the hospital did say that some separation at first might create a healthy boundary for them.

She dragged herself out of bed, swinging her legs over the side and touching her toes down first. She kept expecting a soft, white shag carpet, but the guest room had hardwood floors and a thinner rug under the bed. Nonetheless, she stood to brave the rest of the apartment.

The smell was real--Gil was making breakfast. Or it was already made, perhaps. Thena poked her head out, surveying the area. It was still early, she didn't think he would be at work already, but he wasn't anywhere to be found either.

She slipped from the guest room, across the opening to the living room and foyer to the kitchen. Her plate was set out for her, on the counter with a steaming hot cup of coffee. Of course he even set out a proper place mat and everything.

Thena rose onto her toes to sit in the high kitchen stool. The stove was off and the coffee was being kept warm; if he wasn't already at work then he was getting ready and about to leave. Part of her was glad she could catch him before he left for the day.

It was one of those silly little things, but she really did enjoy getting to send him off before they spent the bulk of their day apart.

The man made great eggs. She happily cut into them with her fork, admiring the sheen of the red oil slipping off and around the pristine white and jiggly egg yolk. Before Gil, she hadn't bee addicted to chili oil. Now it seemed they put it on everything they ate.

The coffee was also perfect, of course. She looked around again. The solitude of eating alone was also beginning to wear on her. As much as she enjoyed eating in silence, she would take comfortably listening to Gil chewing over the sound of the fridge humming.

"Hey, you're up."

Thena looked over at him, eyes wide and eyebrows raising as high as they could go.

"Sorry hon, I was going to have breakfast with you," he mumbled as he puttered around, depositing a kiss on her cheek before moving to the fridge to retrieve his lunch. "But I remembered kind of late that we've got a big custom order coming in. I should get in a little early to get a head start on things."

Thena just watched numbly as he double checked that the stove was off while also pouring himself a cup of coffee. He really was in a rush, letting little droplets slosh onto the counter.

"Ah!" he hissed as some of it splashed on him. He wiped at it with just the corner of his towel. "I'm sorry I can't sit with you, hon, but after I'm done we can--Thena?"

She just stared.

"Sweetie, are you okay?"

Her eyes darted down and then up helpless. Her jaw was hanging open as if she were a teenager first discovering her own hormones. The splash of coffee aside, Gil wasn't even properly dried off from the shower, a few droplets escaping his hair and trailing down his skin.

The thick muscles he had glistened and jiggled, soft in some places and then sharply angled in others. His free hand was holding the towel around his hips since he hadn't grabbed the full size one but a midsize towel.

Now that she thought about it, she was quite sure she was always telling him that the big towels were on the bottom in the bathroom shelves (from smallest to biggest in descending order, of course). And now he was just a man, damp and half naked in his own kitchen. She could even see the dark hair collecting under his naval. She did try not to eye the towel too perversely.

"Shit!" Gil swore, just now remembering the circumstances of their situation. He pulled the towel more around his front and used his free hand for modesty's sake, pressing against the heavy cotton. "Sorry, hon, I wasn't thinking!"

Thena looked away graciously as her husband flustered as if he had committed some heinous crime. She wasn't sure what he had to be so embarrassed about. It was his home, and they were technically married. "It's okay, Gil."

"No, I'm sorry Thena, this isn't-" he sighed, reflexively moving to run his fingers through his hair before moving the hand to shield any potential exposure again. "I shouldn't-"

"It's fine," she repeated, feeling warmth rise in her face. Somewhere in her mind, the objective, factual knowledge that she and Gil were married connected with the feelings that she still harboured for him, whether her memories came back or not.

She knew he was attractive. She was so attracted to him that she had, in fact, married him. But until now she hadn't exactly had evidence of anything quite so...visceral. Her mind replayed the water slipping down his back, over his muscles. The way he had swiped at the coffee on his side and she'd gotten a peek of...something.

The elephant in the room, so to speak.

Gil cleared his throat, flushed quite red and shuffling backwards towards their bedroom. "Sorry, you finish your breakfast. I'll get dressed. We can talk about it later, if you want."

She just blinked at him, still captivated by the flex of his bare arms and the contrast of muscle and tummy under his thick pectorals. She wasn't fully gawping at him like a fish anymore but her mouth was still open. Her hand attempted to bring her fork back to her mouth, but all it did was float blindly in front of her until Gil disappeared from sight.

Only once he was gone did she realise what she had been doing. Poor Gil, of course he felt sheepish about it. She still didn't blame him for not thinking of it--he wasn't exposing himself to a stranger. But she did have to realise that she was indeed married to that.

It wasn't as if she hadn't considered it at all, of course--what their sex life had been like. The therapists and doctors had advised against intimacy until she felt ready and left it at that. Gil, the sweetheart that he was, hadn't brought up anything of the sort. The guest room was set up for her by the time she got home, her clothes in the closet and everything.

They had just barely become accustomed to a light kiss here and there. Public displays of affection still were not her strong suit. Affection in general, perhaps. She liked it, though--greeting him with a little kiss when he picked her up or sending him off to work with one.

Now all she could think about was that towel. She knew he was muscular. It was visible no matter his state of dress. But the muscles in his back, and his shoulders, and his arms. They were substantial; she felt as if she knew what it was like to hold them in her palms just by looking at them. What would it feel like to sink her nails into his back muscles...?

The clatter of her fork falling startled her. She rushed to pick it up, feeling embarrassed as if some unseen force were there to witness her lusting after the man she had already married. It was pointless to fantasize about things within her grasp.

Grasp.

"Thena?"

She nearly dropped the fork again but rushed to stand. A smile fixed itself on her face as she looked at Gil, now properly dressed for work with his hair at least somewhat brushed. "Hey."

"Hey," he uttered quietly, his whole body shrunken in on itself like a contrite child. He shuffled over to her, "sorry, again, for...you okay?"

She smiled more genuinely, dropping her fork on the counter again. Always so sweet, her husband. "Yes, Gil, there's nothing to fret over. I didn't see anything, if that's what concerns you."

That wasn't completely a lie, although maybe not the whole truth, either.

He blushed anyway, ruffling his freshly sorted hair. "Uh, well, I mean if you didn't--I should've realised."

Thena sighed through her nose, moving closer so she could stand on her toes and give him a little peck of a kiss. "I appreciate your concern, Gil. But I do not consider it a breach of my consent for you to walk around our home in whatever state you desire. Or need, I suppose, considering you're running late?"

The suggestion that he move on from the matter and resume his hurrying didn't work, though. He put his hand on her waist and gave her another soft - but still chaste - kiss. "This is more important."

She smiled, running her hands down his chest naturally as she lowered back to the heels of her feet. Her mind wandered to the image of said chest completely bare again. But she forced herself to remember the task at hand. "Consider it forgotten, if you like."

He finally seemed to relax a little as she cradled his hand between both of hers. "Okay, if you say so."

"I do," she confirmed for him before giving his hand a final pat. "Now, I believe you have to get to work?"

"Right, right," he sighed, kissing her one more time before dragging himself away. He grasped for his keys blindly. "I'll pick you up after I'm done?--groceries and then boba?"

She just nodded, waving back to him as he floated out the door. Gil always left like they were still in the midst of their honeymoon phase.

Thena looked back at her plate of remaining breakfast, then back at the door. She didn't feel she could focus on eating, after that. She wasn't sure if she would succeed in focusing on anything, if she were to be entirely honest with herself.

Really, though, she was married to a man like that, and she had no memory of it? It was a miracle she was still alive.

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softquietsteadylove · 13 days ago

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Listen… everyone is loving dominant Gil and that’s great and all… but this kinktober I personally would love to see him whimpering and moaning completely at Thena’s mercy like a good boy 😇

Gil grunted as his back hit the mats again. He grinned up at her though, "best two out of three?"

And she smiled right back at him, even as she released him from his chokehold and helped him up. "I believe we're well past three. We can always try for best four out of seven."

Thena stepped away to retrieve her water while Gil stretched his muscles. He would never want to hurt her of course, but he respected her too much to pull his punches. His size simply worked against him whenever they were sparring together. She had always been trained to make the most of her slender frame and light weight.

And that happened to entail slithering all over him whenever they were training together.

She did her best not to seem like she was openly eyeing him as he shook himself out. His biceps flexed and jiggled in a succulent dance of movement. A few beads of sweat were travelling from his hairline down his neck to his chest, and better yet to his back. He stretched his arms behind himself, emphasising the ripple of all the muscles back there.

Thena frowned, going over to him.

He didn't even blink as her hand slipped into the shirt he was wearing to pull at it. "I thought this was a hands off sesh."

She pursed her lips at him, tugging his shirt again to cover as much of the red marks streaking up his back as she could. "Wear a t-shirt next time."

He turned, much too smug looking. "Don't leave marks next time."

She narrowed her eyes at him as he went to retrieve his sweat towel. If she didn't know better she could think that was a challenge. "You're confident no one else has seen those."

"Sure am," he chuckled. He towelled himself off with a deliberate lack of grace. "How many people around here do you think see me shirtless?"

She rolled her eyes, pretending that wasn't bait for her to act territorial over him. "The shower rooms don't exactly have private stalls."

"I shower in my room, or I don't shower," he scoffed, knowing she was the same. He stood again, coming right over to her. "I have too much to hide."

She wasn't going to congratulate him on that basic due diligence. But she did allow him to nudge her shoulder gently. His lips were on that same shoulder just the night before, before they got back to base.

"Y'know, Ghost," he turned, swinging his arms in an invitation for round eight. "Some people like a day or two to rest after a mission."

Well, she wasn't some people, or even most people. She tossed her water away, immediately diving and sliding to get Gil off his feet. He always went down so hard, and she could use his momentum to roll them over. "You keep letting me get the best of you."

He huffed. He knew it was a weakness. And the reason she was drilling him like this was because exactly this had happened in the field, and she had needed to come and back him up. "Yeah, yeah."

"Gil," she frowned, sitting on top of him with her feet pinning his wrists. Her hand was poised just below his neck.

He gave her a look, far from the mind of their work. "Maybe I just like being under you."

She could have scolded him, or told him to focus. But in truth, there were better ways to tame the man under her. She not only sat on him but bared down on him, rolling her hips. "I know you like that, Gilgamesh."

"Uh, sweetie?" he asked, visibly unnerved. Maybe he just didn't think he needed a poker face with her, but she could read his every thought in this position.

"Hm?" she licked her lips, inching back until she could feel the waist band of his sweatpants.

"Easy, Ghost," he tried to caution her, although really, he could throw her off if he really tried.

"Sorry," she took on a grin of her own as she adjusted her position, letting her straddle him exactly where she wasn't supposed to. He let out a loud groan that couldn't possibly be mistaken for any other noise. "You sound really cute right now."

Served him right for calling her cute when they were on their last mission. It wouldn't stop him, of course, but he did look charming pinned under her and blushing.

Thena rolled her hips again. She closed her eyes, able to feel the firmness of him, solidly trapped between his pelvis and hers. He must have been leaning right already, although now he was so hard he was pointing due north.

He flinched under her as her fingers dipped into the waistband of his sweatpants, just until she could slip in and tease his tip. "Fuck, honey, you can't do this to me."

"I can't?" she asked as innocently as she possibly could. She released his wrists, so her knees could sit on either side of him. Her lips pinched together as she rubbed herself against him. Her spandex leggings offered less protection than his choice in clothing.

But she could see more of him in his.

"Not if you don't want me makin' a mess," he panted, head tipped up at the ceiling. Even with his hands free, he just laid there under her, completely at her mercy.

"Well, we can't have that, now can we," she purred. She bent over, half lying over him, his cock still sandwiched between them both. Her breasts pooled and then changed shape as she pressed them to his rib cage.

"You're killin' me, sweetheart," Gil grunted, not even looking at the buffet of cleavage she was offering him, even in a plain sports bra. And Gil loved her cleavage.

She crept up his chest, even leaving his cock to its own devices. She ran her finger from his cheek down his throat. "Roll over."

"What?"

"Roll," she repeated pointedly. She lifted herself off of him, moving and using the hook of her heel to pull him with her. Once he was on his belly, she seated herself in the bend of his back again. Her hands were free to place themselves on his soft and sturdy flanks. "Over."

"Okay, you got me," he grunted, but she could hear him just barely holding on. He was almost there; when he was truly close, his voice would get a bit of a whimper in it.

"Good boy," she whispered, ghosting her fingers over where she knew the claw marks were. She had done her best not to leave any, but their rendevouz last night away from prying eyes and ears was a rare opportunity.

"Thena," Gil groaned, remaining pinned under her for lack of anything else to do with himself.

"Hm," she mused mostly for herself. She leaned back, extending a hand behind her for leverage. It met the mat, but she moved it slowly and carefully until she made contact between his legs. He flinched--it was more like he jumped, actually.

"Honey?" he asked, attempting to sound good humored while he was trembling beneath her. He wasn't even trying to look at her, all but burying his face in his arms, although it did nothing to disguise the bright red in his neck and ears. "What, uh, what're you-!"

Thena moved to nestle his balls against her palm. She was careful not to hurt them, but she made sure she was making some contact with them as she moved her hips again. Gil's body also moved under her, by sheer inertia.

As she rolled her hips to ride him, he was rubbing his own cock inside of his pants against the floor.

"You look good in this position, darling," she declared more than happily. The security of having him on top of her was nice--the weight and the warmth. But having him under her was its own pleasure.

Gil didn't even have the words, that telltale whimper escaping his lips as she moved his hips for him and gave him a supporting ball massage.

"That's it baby, let it out," she threw her own head back, also drawing out her own stimulation. She wasn't in this just to have Gil at her mercy, although it was the prime objective in this mission. She moved her other hand to steady herself, placing it in front of her, palm flat on his back. She moved her hips, angling herself to rub her clit through her spandex leggings.

Gil groaned his orgasm directly into the floor mats, even rocking his hips on his own in the throes of his release. For such a strong and unyielding man, being reduced to a creature desperate for release was a good look for him.

Thena purred as she reached a kind of satisfaction as well. She was sat atop her lover, one hand behind her, on his body, one hand in front of her on her own. The strong contact of his back against her, even pressure applied everywhere between her legs and especially in all the right places, it was no wonder they had both gotten in the mood.

And now they had to quickly get out of it.

Thena gulped, moving off of him first. Her legs were cramped and sore, despite being trained to endure Krav Maga and other such martial arts for hours. She all but crawled off of him, letting her knees come together while she braced herself with her palms on the mats.

Gil just barely lifted his head to eye her.

She offered him a smile she hoped was 'cute' enough for him to forgive her. "You were the one to issue the challenge."

His head dropped again. Slowly enough, he lifted his body, butt first until he could push himself up with those arms. He grumbled, "I need a shower."

As did she, Thena realised. Much to her own mortification, she closed her legs together more firmly as the smell of their activities reached her nose. "Good idea."

He huffed at her, picking up his head to really look at her. Perhaps this was somewhat how he felt after they made love; the look of defiant but reluctant satisfaction on his face was damn fulfilling. "If this place didn't have damned separate locker rooms I swear to god-"

"Now, now, Gilgamesh," she laughed, although her smugness disappeared as she realised she would need another minute before standing up. She tugged at her shirt, airing it out to buy time instead. "Make up a good enough excuse to come to my room and that won't be necessary."

#Thenamesh Spy AU #Thenamesh 18+#who doesn't love a whimpering simp?#they're just here to work out #as partners #nevermind that they had positively wild sex last night for hours on end #they're professionals!#Thena does not check Gil out the second he walks in #he is wearing underwear obviously but he catchers her looking and his like #damn grey sweatpants do work #and Thena of course #in her shimmery white spandex workout gear #but he already knows how amazing she looks #that's basically their work bodysuit uniform #there's no sound on the security system #but the cameras are the reason they're not pants off fucking already #Gil goes into the locker room showers once he's sure no one else is in there #masturbates again although he has to save some strength for tonight #he makes up some excuse about needing to ask Thena some recon question #then they go at it a few more rounds before he leaves and goes back to his room #and Thena definitely didn't say that they couldn't keep doing this after the first time #because now they steal every opportunity and it would seem silly #this Gil likes being topped #when he's not making sweet tender love to his partner #she's riding the living daylights out of him

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