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“Check mate.” Jesse declared triumphantly, leaning back and lacing his hands behind his neck.
“How-- what--” Reinhardt stammered in disbelief. He leaned forward, scanning the board and seeing clearly that Jesse had won. The man huffed angrily and grabbed the box for the chess pieces, sweeping the remaining ones into it. “This is the last time I play you at chess, cowboy.” he muttered, shaking the box of pieces at Jesse who looked on smugly.
“I’m just too good, it seems.” Jesse said. “Eight games in a row. Maybe I should play chess more often.”
You glanced up from your book, watching as Reinhardt walked over to the shelf on the wall to put away the game. He turned around and you bit your lip to keep from laughing at his uncharacteristically sour expression.
“It’s alright, Rein.” you said. The man looked at you, still frowning. “Jesse is god awful at poker. I never fail to catch him cheating. Maybe we can play some after dinner.”
“Hey!” Jesse exclaimed, scowling at you. “I do not cheat.”
Meanwhile, Reinhardt’s face lit up, mischief twinkling in his eyes. “I would be more than happy to play a game or two.” the German said excitedly, his voice booming in the relatively large sitting room. He looked at Jesse pointedly. “Or eight.”
Jesse rose from his seat at the table, stretching and taking a deep breath. He breathed even deeper upon catching the delicious scent of Ana’s cooking wafting from the kitchen. You too noticed the wonderful smells and, as if on cue, your stomach growled loudly. Reinhardt chuckled at the two of you, walking towards the kitchen. “I will go and check if the food is ready.”
Closing your book, you set it aside on the end table next to you. Jesse made his way over and plopped down on the couch next to you. “You’re very sly, you know.” you commented, referring to the games of chess he had just played with Reinhardt. “You better be glad that I didn’t tell him you were cheating.”
“Me? Cheating?” Jesse scoffed, though he was fighting back that mischievous smirk of his and failing. “I would never, (y/n).”
“Mhmm.” you hummed knowingly. His tactic was to get Reinhardt talking about something excitedly to distract him long enough to move a piece or two. You’d glanced up from your book a handful of times and caught him doing just that. “You better play a fair game of poker tonight or I might just tell him.”
Jesse chuckled. “Alright. Alright, I’ll play fair. Suppose I shouldn’t go around cheating the elderly.”
“You shouldn’t be cheating anyone.” you added pointedly.
Reinhardt poked his head back into the room, a taste test of dinner clearly caught in his beard. “Food is ready, my friends!” he exclaimed. “Ana says to hurry or it will get cold.” The man said no more and returned, quite hurriedly, to the kitchen.
“Well, I won’t waste a moment.” Jesse said, standing up. He looked to you, “You going to--”
“Yeah. I’ll be there in a moment.” you answered, rising from the couch. You stretched a little and noticed he was still there. “Go on ahead. I won’t be long.”
Jesse nodded and headed for the dining room. You sighed happily and headed down the hall and up the stairs near the front door of the house. The staircase was grand and elegant, made of a dark rich wood. You admired it nearly every time you had to climb or descend the steps. Photos of Ana’s daughter, Fareeha, were hung on the wall. Each one made you smile, knowing Ana was such a loving mother. She had been so nice to invite you all out to stay and it had provided a chance to get away from the bustle of city life; not to mention how lovely her home in Egypt was.
You reached the top of the steps and hurried down the hall until you reached the first door on the left. Your hand reached out, resting on the door knob but not opening it. The corners of your mouth twitched into a smile as you listened to what was going on behind the closed door. Peals of adorable laughter could be heard, along with the telling of a favorite story involving a little girl and a big bad wolf. You hesitated a moment longer, not wanting to interrupt, but knowing Ana would not be happy if a majority of the household was late to the dinner table.
Slowly, you twisted the door knob and pushed the door open. Your eyes panned from right to left, eventually landing on the sources of such innocent and pure joy. Gabriel was sitting in the middle of the bed, the treasured story book open next to him on the soft pink sheets. He had his hands hovering over his lap, fingers splayed to mimic the claws of the wolf in the story. In his lap, your daughter looked up at the hands with a delighted expression.
“And the big bad wolf lunged for Little Red Riding Hood, ready to eat her right up.” he narrated before making a snarling sound as his hands dove for the belly of your daughter, tickling her. The two year old squealed in delight, laughing as her father delighted her with his antics. He looked up, finding you watching both of them, and smiled warmly. He stopped tickling your daughter and sat her up in his lap. “It seems we’ll have to continue the story after dinner, Little Red Riding Hood.”
Your daughter, whom you called (name), made a disappointed sound. “I want story.” she whined, slumping back against Gabriel’s chest dramatically.
“After dinner, pequeña.” Gabriel said, picking her up and setting her on the floor before standing himself. The little girl noticed you and came running over, throwing her arms out wide to hug you. She wrapped her outstretched arms around your legs and looked up at you with her eyes like Gabriel’s.
“Hi, mama.” she said. You bent down and scooped her into your arms, wondering just how you had been blessed with such a precious thing.
The events that occurred nearly five years prior seemed so distant. After your rescue, things happened so quickly. Gabriel was returned to you by Reaper who, as he promised, would no longer be a part of your lives. He couldn’t believe it himself, but you had known that he would with time.
After being discharged from the emergency room, there were a lot of things still uncertain. You had to deal with the emotional trauma of losing your child, not to mention having been kidnapped, held hostage, and the whole situation with Jack. As well as that, you would finally be able to go back to living the life you were before.
That was easier said than done.
It took a good two years for you to get back to where you were before everything had happened. Therapy and the company of Jesse and Genji helped you greatly. Simply having that support was something that you could never be grateful for enough. Much to your refusal, you took up an office job for Gabriel’s company that he had offered to you himself.
Your dynamic with Gabriel was also something that took time to adjust. He still felt a lot of guilt and was dealing with the health issues that had instigated the unintentional creation of Reaper. It took him some convincing, but he sought help for the deterioration that the SEP enhancements from his youth were causing. Dr. Angela Ziegler who, as it had surfaced, Jack had been in contact with regarding Reaper’s condition during his investigation began to treat the genetic mutations.
He was still going in every month to have blood samples drawn and give feedback on how he was faring, but his situation had greatly improved. The fevers and low temperatures had evened out. A lot of the other symptoms had also lessened. He felt more at ease with his body and mind, something he had once considered impossible.
When it came to his interaction with you, for quite some time, your conversations were brief and strictly professional. It wasn’t until a year after things had gone back to normal that you started to reconnect with him on a deeper level. Before you knew it, you were in a flourishing relationship with the man. You eventually moved out of the apartment with Jesse and Genji and in with Gabriel. It took another year before Gabriel upped and proposed.
Since then, you’d had (daughter) and been living the life you’d always dreamed of. Gabriel traveled often for work and would bring the both of you along. Jesse was also an accessory on these trips, as he was still the head of security. Business was the ultimate reasoning behind your trip out to Ana and Reinhardt’s home. Gabriel had brought you and (daughter) alone to soften up Ana before he made a business proposal to the stone-like businesswoman.
“Let’s go, you two.” Gabriel urged as he walked over to join you. He pulled you close and pressed a kiss to your temple. “Can’t keep Grandma Amari waiting.”
The three of you made your way back down the stairs and to everyone waiting in the dining room. You were all welcomed warmly and took your seats, sitting next to Gabriel with (daughter) between you and Ana. Dinner was impeccably delicious, a traditional meal of the Amari residence. The entire time, you all exchanged pleasant conversation and enjoyed the company of each other. Ana doted on your daughter a lot, perhaps too much, but it was quite endearing. When dessert was brought out, you couldn’t help but note the unreasonably sized portion for a two year old.
“You’re going to be the death of me, Ana.” Gabriel grumbled, having also noted the large serving of the sugary dish. You’d already attempted to take some of the dessert away, but had received a defending smack from the woman sitting on the other side of your daughter. “She is two and her bed time is in an hour.”
“Are you telling me that you can’t put a two year old to bed, Gabriel?” Ana questioned mockingly. When he didn’t answer, likely with the reasoning that he couldn’t find something amicable to respond with, she tutted at him in a motherly fashion before turning to (daughter). “It looks like Grandma Amari is going to be putting you to bed tonight.” she cooed.
Jesse was chuckling at the situation when Reinhardt, who was sitting next to him, patted him on the back. Though, it was less of a pat and more of a hardy slap. It caught the man off guard and he choked on the bite of the dessert he’d just taken. “We’ll have to play a round of poker now, cowboy.” Reinhardt laughed. “I’ll go grab the deck of cards.”
You couldn’t help but laugh at the expression of mild terror on his face as he tried to breathe normally again. However, it seemed that his game of poker would have to be put off for a little while. At that moment, his phone rang and he excused himself to answer it. You knew, Gabriel as well, that it was Jack reporting in.
Jack had been tasked with seeing the fall of Talon, to which he had happily obliged. Working with a task force funded by Gabriel’s business along with the government, he had been pursuing that goal for close to four years now. Their goal was not quite in sight yet, but everyone hoped that it would be soon.
It had taken some time, but you had found it in yourself to forgive him. While you didn’t talk regularly, you still knew he was ever the repentant man and was doing his best to right his wrongs and those of Talon. Something that had helped your forgiveness towards the man was witnessing the rescue of the leverage Talon had on him, a man by the name of Vincent. At the same time, that faction of the organization that had plagued the city was dismantled and officials and agents were taken into custody. You remember being there the day that Jack and Vincent were reunited, remembering the beautifully touching moment they embraced with tears in their eyes. The two were happily married shortly thereafter and often came to the events hosted by Gabriel.
You watched Jesse leave before turning back to (daughter), who was eating her dessert ravenously. You frowned and let out a sigh. “Ana, please, she shouldn’t be eating that much sugar.” you worried, hoping the woman would listen to you. She was a mother, she probably understood quite well that (daughter) wouldn’t be put to bed easily. “She won’t be going to bed anytime soon if she finishes that all.”
“Then perhaps you shouldn’t let your husband bring her along to sway me into a new contract with him.” Ana said accusingly. It seemed she picked up on Gabriel’s tactic and reasoning. Gabriel opened his mouth to argue, but she hushed him. “Gabriel, you know very well that nothing slips by me. Your security chief wouldn’t be here if it weren’t a business trip.”
“Ana, I would never--”
“Let me stop you there.” she interrupted, holding up a hand towards your husband. She turned to you, giving a beaming warm smile that you knew would turn cold the moment she continued speaking to Gabriel. “(Y/n), why don’t you and (daughter) head upstairs to get ready for bed. I have business to discuss with your husband.”
“(Y/n), you don’t have to listen--” Gabriel tried cutting in, but was unsuccessful.
Ana grabbed (daughter)’s plate gently and wiped a bit of the dessert from her cheek with a napkin. “Bedtime for this one.” she cooed, patting your daughter on the head as she set the unfinished dessert aside.
“Hey.” she whined.
“You can have more tomorrow, dearling.” Ana said. “I promise. Alright?”
Your daughter begrudgingly agreed and you were thankful she didn’t start a tantrum then and there. Ana then looked to you, motioning for you to leave the room. You knew arguing was pointless and you couldn’t help but smile at the situation. Picking up (daughter), you decided to listen to your gracious host. “Goodnight, Ana.” you bid. “Everything was delicious.”
“Your welcome, dear.” she said. “Goodnight.”
“Gabriel.” you said, your tone loaded with all the things you were refraining from saying-- don’t make a fool of yourself, be honest, and nail your proposal. “I will see you later.”
With that, you left the room to put (daughter) to bed, hoping your husband would live to see the next day.
…
You were waiting up for Gabriel in your room, reading the same book you had been before dinner. It had been a good two hours since you’d left the dining table. (Daughter) had fallen asleep about thirty minutes before you’d climbed into bed and started reading. Every so often, you’d glance up from the book to see if Gabriel would come walking in. Your thoughts hadn’t strayed from him for the entire time you’d been away from him.
As you glanced up yet again, whilst worrying a lip, your husband came walking in from the open door. Shutting it behind him, he turned back around to face you. He looked utterly exhausted and wordlessly walked over to sit next to you on the bed. The moment he relaxed with his back against the headboard, you set your book aside and moved closer, sidling up next to him.
“How did it go?” you asked, a hand coming to lay over his chest.
“After the verbal lashing for using our daughter as a means to soften her up,” Gabriel started tiredly. Your fingers lightly traced back and forth in the same spot, his shirt moving with them and rubbing against his chest. “She actually agreed to the contract.”
“Gabriel, that’s great!” you exclaimed. “I knew you could do it.”
“We’ll have more to discuss later, but she is quite willing to sign the contract.” Gabriel explained, putting an arm around your shoulders to pull you closer. “Let’s just hope that doesn’t change by the time we talk again tomorrow. Did you finish the story with (daughter)?”
“Of course.” you respond. “We had to go through it from the beginning though. She wouldn’t let me start from almost the end and had to remind me how you do it.” Bedtime and storytime truly were Gabriel’s strong points when it came to your daughter. “You really are amazing with her, Gabriel. Much better than I am.”
“That isn’t true.” Gabriel argued, leaning down and pressing soft kisses from your forehead to your jaw. “You’re a wonderful mother.” He kissed your chin on the left side. “You’re the strongest woman I know.” Then he kissed the opposite side.. “And--” The next kiss was on your lips and lasted longer than the others. When he pulled back, the look in his eyes had you melting. “You’re my beautiful wife.”
“Gabriel…” you breathed.
Gabriel’s warm hands slipped under the hem of your night shirt, lifting it up and over your head. You slipped your arms out and he cast the shirt aside. His fingers danced across your exposed abdomen, slowly moving towards your newly exposed chest. They soon came in contact with the underside of your breasts and you gasped as he cupped your breasts, squeezing them firmly.
All the while, he pressed soft kisses and gently nipped at your neck. Between each, he whispered words of love to you, of promises he intended to keep, of spending the evening pleasuring you like the goddess you were. A particularly rough nip at the skin near your collarbone drew a quiet moan from your lips. Gabriel pressed a soft kiss to the same spot, his eyes looking up to meet yours as he did.
“Cariño…” he purred as one of his hands trailed downwards from your breast, the other one playing with the sensitive nub it had just found on the other. As his fingers pinched and twisted your nipple, toying with it and making you squirm, his other hand slid between your legs. He quickly discarded your underwear, tossing them to be forgotten somewhere in the room. His fingers ghosted over your outer lips, teasing your wet and pulsing sex. When he didn’t move them in further, you whined and tried to push your hips up into his hand. He easily pulled away and chuckled. “Do you want something, (y/n)?”
“Touch me, Gabriel.” you begged, your hands grabbing the sheets beneath you as you tried to ground yourself from the deep arousal that had come over you. He hadn’t touched you like you wanted, but you felt as if your world was spiraling out of control. You felt hot and were desperate for some kind of relief from his teasing touches. “Please.”
When his fingers slipped between your legs and into you, you nearly cried out. His palm ground against your clit as he worked his fingers in and out of you. It felt like heaven as he curled his fingers back and forth, making you see stars with every stroke. Your body only became hotter from his ministrations and you did not know how much longer you would last.
His other hand had moved down and pushed your legs wider, allowing him better access to your center. It came back up and rested on your hip, rubbing firm circles that sent shivers up your spine. Despite his other hand working you, you felt as if you were insatiable. You needed more. You needed your husband.
You shakily pushed yourself up and pulled away from Gabriel. His fingers slipped from you, making you whine at the emptiness, but you were determined. Placing your hands on either side of his face, you pulled him into a deep kiss. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you in even closer. With him distracted, you made your next move.
Your hands slid from his cheeks and found their way to the waistband of his pants. You smiled against his lips as your fingers worked at the button and zipper. Gabriel groaned when one of your hands dipped inside and cupped his hard member through his underwear. You could feel the heat radiating off of him and the pulsing beneath your palm and it made you want him all the more.
Gabriel pulled back from your lips, with a quiet laugh. “Find something you want?” he teased, his hips pushing towards your hand, his cock pressing harder against you. A gentle squeeze drew a rumbling moan, almost like a purr, from the man.
“Maybe I have.” you said coyly, while your fingers toyed with the elastic band of his underwear.
Gabriel pushed you back down to lay on your back with a growl that had you getting excited. He pushed his pants the rest of the way down and his underwear was quick to join them at the foot of the bed. His shirt was cast aside as well, leaving him as nude as you were. You couldn’t help but admire him as you always did, but something about how he looked in that moment just captured your attention.
The light cast by the lamp on the nightstand next to the bed made it look like there was fire in his eyes as he slowly crawled forward. You were captive to the rolling muscles of his arms as they stretched out to support him. His chest rose and fell like a great beasts as he breathed deeply. Drifting lower, the chiseled planes of his abdomen were tense. Even lower, you felt a rush of arousal at the sight of his hard cock bobbing between his legs, the tip glistening with precum.
Your heart thundered in your chest as he moved to cover your body with his, his gaze hungry and lustful. He paused, staring down at you. A sensation not unlike reaching the top of a roller coaster just before it drops came over you. Your breathing quickened and it felt like you were at the start of something indescribably exciting. Your world quickly narrowed to Gabriel hovering over you, your eyes locked and your body quivering in anticipation.
You opened your mouth to tell him to move, to take you, but he cut you off by entering you so suddenly it took your breath from you. It was as if you’d never felt him inside you before-- he felt indescribably warm, filling you completely as if you were meant for him and him alone. Your toes curled and fire and ice flooded your veins when he began to move.
He whispered your name as he pistoned his hips, yours meeting them every time to match his fervor. You cried out his, even when it seemed like you wouldn’t be able to speak at all. At some point, tears started to roll down your cheeks and you sobbed from the pleasure he was building within you.
When you began to feel the beginning of your end, your eyes screwed shut tightly and your hands fought to find purchase around his neck, nails digging into his shoulders. He growled and increased the pace as you lost the ability to match it. The sounds your bodies were creating grew distant and your vision narrowed to his concentrated face as he worked you towards your climax. His eyebrows were furrowed and he was biting his lip so hard you were sure it would have been bleeding. His normally kempt hair was messy and strands of it were in his face.
“Gabriel.” you moaned helplessly, on the edge of climaxing. “Please. Please.”
Your begging drew an animalistic growl from your husband and his hips snapped one more time, sending you over the edge. Stars sparked your vision and your body convulsed from the rush of pleasure and emotion created by your climax. You felt your walls spasming around him as he continued to move, seeking his own end. Your tears flowed even more, your release feeling like the sweetest torture and the most passionate pain. You wanted to whisper words of love to Gabriel, you wanted to shout it from the rooftops, but your lips couldn’t even move to form the words.
When Gabriel found his release, he buried his head in your shoulder and let out a deep and long moan. His hips continued pushing in and out of you as he filled you with his seed. The sensation sent another whirling wave of pleasure through you. Gabriel whispered sweetly in your ear, strings of beautiful sentences in Spanish followed by praises and professions of his undying love for you. Your body was spent and you laid their immobile as Gabriel slowly stilled his own movements and fell silent as you were.
He rolled to the side and pulled you with him. In the process, he slid out from inside you and you shuddered as you felt the mix of your bodily fluids trickle out and onto your thighs. Gabriel’s arms held you against him tightly and the side of your head rested in the middle of his chest. You could hear his heart and the sound calmed you, drawing you deeper into your exhaustion.
“Are you alright?” Gabriel asked, his words rumbling in his chest and momentarily covering the sound of his heartbeat. One of his hands toyed with a strand of your hair, twirling it around his finger and letting it fall only to be picked up again. “That wasn’t too much?”
“I’m fine.” you breathed. You were better than fine but couldn’t voice that. “Tired, but satisfied. Thoroughly.”
Gabriel chuckled and kissed the top of your head. “I love you, (y/n). Never forget that-- not today nor tomorrow.”
“Never.” you affirmed softly, as you were starting to drift off to sleep. Gabriel reached down and pulled the rumpled sheets over the two of you, though you were sure he could keep you warm for the night. Your eyes grew heavy and you yawned deeply, your exhaustion seeping into your body even more. “Never.” you repeated as sleep hung at the edges of your consciousness.
As you sank into a deep sleep, a slight chill traced down your spine and that word was repeated like a cold breeze against your neck.
“Never.”