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The 10 things I hate about u AU (spice) was so cool! More spice pls? 🤭

Thena looked up at the second strange noise--a little knock against her window. She moved from her bed to the ledge below her window as it happened again. Her jaw dropped.

"You gonna let me in, or what?"

Thena pulled her window open, glaring at him as he left the tree outside her window and actually climbed up onto her roof. "What are you doing here?!"

"You said I could come see you," Gilgamesh had the nerve to pout at her as if he weren't fulfilling that promise quite late in the evening. He pulled a - somewhat crumpled - bouquet of flowers out of his hoodie. "I even came prepared!"

Thena glared at the white roses wrapped in plain brown paper. She ought to have thrown them right in his face and watch him tumble off her roof, really. But she accept them, careful not to crinkle them further, "you had all day to do this. You did not have to come under the cover of night like a cretin."

"Look, I did try coming earlier, but I think your dad is so paranoid about me that I swear all he did all day was sit facing the front walkway waiting for me." Gil slipped in through the window and pulled down his hood, as well as untied his heavy boots as soon as he was inside. "I had to wait until he left before climbing up here."

She didn't have much of an argument for that. It wasn't as if her father would have allowed him in if he brought flowers and seemed a fine young gentleman. "And you couldn't text me that?"

"Hey, you didn't text me either."

Thena buried her nose in the flowers, trying not to seem embarrassed. She had...contemplated it. But the thought of texting him first after their last...encounter... In the end she couldn't bring herself to do it.

"They're nice, right?" he grinned, watching her admire her gift with open enthusiasm. "They're not even from the grocery store--I went to that legit florist that's downtown."

"That's," Thena paused, eyeing the white roses with baby's breath between them and then up at the boy in her room (the first ever). She sighed, "sweet."

"I'm sorry I didn't come sooner," he added more softly, walking closer to her and leaning his head down. "I wanted to see you, Thena--really. I didn't mean to keep you waiting."

It was no business of his if she had just so happened to spend all day in her room 'reading'. It wasn't that she was waiting for him. She would never want to devote such time to a romantic pursuit.

Thena inhaled, letting him kiss her, their lips meeting a little too naturally for her taste. It was as if she was already used to kissing him (enjoying it, even). It was as if the first time they had kissed wasn't literally yesterday.

Gil moved his hands to her cheeks, kissing her more intently.

She pushed at his chest, her ears filling with the sound of her own heart pounding and the crinkling of her bouquet's wrapping.

He blinked at her as they parted, already wearing all over his face what he was feeling. "Shit, you're mad. That's okay, I-"

"Gil," she chided, pressing her finger to his lips again. He smiled. She retracted it, clutching her bouquet and moving to her desk. Her water bottle was still full for a day of 'reading'. She twisted off the top and set the flowers therein. "Have you no patience?"

"Uh, not my specialty," he chuckled, and she had to concur. He eagerly moved over to her again.

She could scold him for expecting kisses every time they were so much as in the same room, now. But the thought left her as he did indeed kiss her again, and he was quite proficient in the use of his lips, she had to admit. Her hands rose to slide up his chest until she heard the clinking of the little trinket around his neck.

Gil wrapped his arms around her as she rose onto her toes and moaned quietly. He held her tightly and it reignited the warmth that had settled within her since yesterday. "C'mere."

Again, she lacked the words to dissuade him as he lifted her faintly and moved them back to her bed. He laid her down against her pillow while he laid over her, the holes in his jeans against the pure white of her duvet.

Thena dragged her hands down his back, under his hoodie but over his t-shirt. Not that she needed to encourage him, but she had to wonder why they were both still clothed. She assumed he came here for a reason, after all.

Gil moved his lips to her neck, and she let out a whimper. She had no idea that the location of a kiss could change things so drastically. And the pleasure this brought her was undeniable. "Thena."

A shiver ran through her, but Gil's body was pressed so close she could feel every inch of him. He was so warm, so solid--so oddly thick for a boy their age. Well, technically he was a man. Her...her something.

Thena breathed more heavily as Gil pressed his palm to her breast over the spaghetti strapped top she wore to bed. But he didn't linger, focusing on moving his hand to the shorts she had to match.

"Do you always dress this cute for bed?"

Thena ran her fingers through the hair at the back of his head. It kept his head under her jaw, instead of letting him see her blushing. She had sat around all day in a particular outfit, and then had selected this particular sleepwear set. What a fool love made of people.

Gil accepted her lack of answer, slipping his fingers into her shorts like a practised professional. "I'm gonna do this right, Princess."

"What does-!" Thena bit her lip as he found the right spots expertly. Her hips swivelled but he moved with her, stroking and pressing with varying gentility. She was becoming feverish.

"I want you to feel good," he whispered, all but crooning in her ear as he stroked his fingers inside of her.

"I-I...I-" Thena blinked up at her ceiling, completely unable to form the thought. She felt too good, and she was trying not to scream it to the heavens. She pressed her hand to her mouth, breathing as heavily through her nose as she could.

"S'okay, sweetheart, just let it out," Gil cooed, his lips at the hollow of her cheek as he worked her into a frenzy.

Thena moaned into her palm as she came around his fingers. She hadn't expected this from him, but she would be damned if it wasn't good. More than she had ever achieved by her own hand, certainly. She panted, her knees knocking faintly.

Gil pressed a definitive kiss to her cheek. "You good?"

She nodded, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of knowing just how good it was.

"Good," he leaned over into her vision to grin down at her. It wasn't his smug little smirk, though. This was just a regular, ridiculously sincere smile that pushed the apples of his cheeks up to the corners of his eyes. It was annoyingly cute. "I need to prove I can deliver, y'know?"

"Hm?" she blinked. She hadn't the slightest idea what he was talking about, and she was still relishing the feeling of her orgasm.

"Look," he sighed, and a familiar and charming blush rose in his cheeks. "I know yesterday was...well, like, I don't think you...liked it as much as I did."

She had come home and collapsed into bed and screamed into her pillow. She had enjoyed it very much, he just wasn't privy to that information.

"So I just wanna make sure it's good for you, I mean," he rushed to explain. He gesticulated with his hand, trying to visibly explain why this was so important to him.

Thena eyed the hand he had just had buried between her legs and averted her eyes at the evidence running down to his wrist. "Yes, yes, I see what you're saying, needless as it is."

Gil looked at what had captured - and then repelled - her interest. He uttered a brief 'oh', and then proceeded to lick the substance with his tongue from the inside of his wrist up to his fingers before popping them into his mouth.

Thena flushed red from her chest and up into her face. "Dont'-!"

"What?" he just blinked at her, completely oblivious to how mortifying it was to witness. "I don't wanna waste it."

This was exactly he wasn't privy to how much she had enjoyed yesterday with him.

She pursed her lips at him, closing her knees, although it emphasized the state of her panties, and to some extent, the shorts themselves. "You achieved what you came to do, then."

"Not yet."

"What else could you possibly want," she huffed at him, but he didn't seem to mind the rude demand. He grinned at her again, licking his lips as he moved over to kiss her again. She whined as she tasted herself on him.

"Come on," he pouted at her, his hands on her knees. "I watched a video for it and everything!"

"I would not call pornography a tutorial."

"Ha-ha, so funny," he rolled his eyes at her. "I mean a real, educational video, Princess. I looked up diagrams."

"Diagrams?" she repeated, swallowing so dryly it was basically a gulp. The tightness below her bellybutton returned as he tapped his fingers against her kneecaps.

"What do you say?" he whispered against her cheek again. He even nipped the shell of her ear, which became inflamed in response. "Let me help you feel even better?"

She had half a mind to tell him to just leave, if all he had come for was to get a leg up on her in the orgasm department. But he started kissing her neck again, and her knees somehow came apart of their own accord. His hand returned to her shorts, just to pull them down past her knees and away.

She had almost expected him to languish in her nakedness and stare like an idiot, or make some boyish comment. But he kissed from the inside of her knee up her thigh, keeping his eyes closed and averted from her complete exposure.

"Try to relax, babe," he whispered to her as he reached the inside of her thigh, his nose brushing against blonde curls. "I promise I'll be gentle."

Thena pressed both hands to her mouth as his tongue resumed the work his fingers had just finished. For a ne'er do well and a delinquent, Gilgamesh had a very talented tongue. He moved in just the right way, responded to her reactions. He pulled back when she flinched and pressed harder when she moaned.

Gil kept one hand hooked around her thigh while the other arm laid over her, pressed above his head and keeping her to the bed and not flailing around. He pressed his lips down and moaned.

Thena moaned louder than she had planned, her shoulders heaving as she tried to control herself. She knew conceptually what this act entailed, but she never could have conceptualised what that would truly mean.

Gil pulled away, seemingly just for air, although he stayed close, kissing her crux of her hips. "You're beautiful, Thena."

She whimpered, her teeth driven into her lower lip. He couldn't say things like that when they were like this, and he was down there, and she was feeling all that.

He returned to his work, pushing his tongue into her again. It felt different from the completely carnal act they had fulfilled yesterday in his room, but this was something different. It felt both filthier and more beautiful, depending on how she thought of it. Not that she could get very far with any of those thoughts.

Gil worked harder for it, sensing her nearing her end. He held her more firmly, but never digging his fingers into her flesh too hard. He also squirmed on top of her duvet, trying to find the best angle for both of them. He was breathing roughly now, probably also in a frenzy.

"Gil," she panted, unable to keep her mouth covered given the air she needed. She bit down on her finger, "Gil, Gil, Gil!"

Her thighs came together naturally in reflex as her second orgasm came over her. But he endured it, letting her ride it out, his head pressed between her legs. At least if she kept him right there then it meant he couldn't really see anything.

She came down from it slowly, unwinding and uncoiling. It was like yesterday, in which all of her usually tense muscles had simply...let go. She couldn't even make a fist as she helplessly rolled to her side and Gil helped her close her legs.

She chose to keep her eyes closed as she heard him licking his lips and wiping his mouth with his sleeve.

He crawled over her again, nuzzling her cheek. "Princess?"

She sighed. She wasn't ready to answer him, and like she had been doing all day: he could wait.

"Thena?" he asked again, though, eager for his feedback about whether he was a good lover or not. It felt like a dog wagging his tail at her for a treat.

She let her eyes flutter open and he was staring down at her like she was a work of art or a wonder of the world. If she wasn't already bright red, it was only getting worse the more he looked at her like that. "What?"

She had tried to huff and puff at him like she always did. But the one sharp intended question only made him beam at her like she'd made some great love confession. She almost scrambled to correct herself from whatever she had just exposed to him.

But he leaned down, turning her chin so he could kiss her properly. "Glad you liked it."

She wished she could glare at him, but she was so...sated. She barely lifted her head off the pillow as he leaned back. "I did not say that."

"Yeah," he shrugged, looking a little too happy with himself, "but if it was bad, you would'a just said so."

Was that what he thought of her? Well, that was true, but still. Thena dragged herself up into a sitting position, keeping her legs together and tugging the edge of her top down over herself in hopes of retaining a scrap of modesty. "That paints a rather unflattering picture of me."

Gilgamesh looked at her, smiling gently and looking at her directly with those deep brown eyes he had. "Any picture of you is breathtaking."

Thena blushed, horrified that sitting in front of him half naked was not the reason for her embarrassment.

Gil leaned over, kissing her again. He pressed his forehead to hers, "can I-"

"Thena?"

Gil threw himself off the bed while Thena pulled her throw up from the foot of the bed and over her lap. She was panting and bright red--very inconspicuous.

"Are you--oh!" Sersi froze as soon as she saw the state of her sister. Her eyes dashed to the bed, to the boots left by the window, to the flowers on the desk. She made a face, "you need to hide the evidence better."

And with that, she closed the door behind her and was gone.

Thena threw herself back against her pillows. She would never live this down so long as they both lived.

Gil peeked up from the far side of her bed, a devillish curve to his eyebrow, "guess we've been found out, huh?"

"I should be grateful," Thena sighed. That it was her sympathetic sister and not a certain monster in the downstairs study.

"I'll go."

She turned her head toward him, lying against her pillows with her hair splayed around her. Gil leaned down and kissed her again. She eyed the visible discomfort around the front of his jeans. "You really snuck in here for nothing in return?"

He shrugged though, retrieving his boots, which they had indeed forgotten to hide in the slightest. "I get the sense that I'm a little early for us to be undisturbed."

Thena sat up again at least, still with her throw covering her from the waist down. "Perhaps your bed is better for this kind of...rendevouz."

He smiled at her, zipping up his hoodie and pulling up the hood again, "or you could let me take out on a date, like a regular couple."

That was harder to agree upon than whose bed they should use for secretive and illicit love making.

Gil sighed, holding his tongue if he had any disagreements. He came back to her side one more time to kiss her cheek. He was surprised when she turned more to capture his lips, but he was gentle about it. When he pulled back it was slowly, tapping his thumb against her cheekbone. "Think about it, sweetheart."

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