15 The Gift

[WARNING: This chapter contains a slight smutty scene. If you are uncomfortable about it, you have been warned.]

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They were all inside their respective rooms, tired from the unexpected events that had occurred on the eve of Gladios' 77th birthday.

It was already 11 in the evening yet Gwen was still wide awake, even though she knew that she had an early shift tomorrow.

She wore her black sleeping gown that emphasized the curves of her body. She then untied her jade black hair that was in a bun, which made her hair look slightly curly. She looked at herself in front of the body sized mirror, then gave herself a wink.

"Now aren't you a beautiful sexy immortal," she complimented herself then sat on the bed.

The moment her eyes landed on the small box given to her by Ivar, she rolled her eyes then got it from the side table.

"Stupid Ivar... not giving me a present. I hope you have a splitting headache," she mumbled to herself, almost cursing him, but what surprised her was when she heard a familiar voice inside her room, which gave her blood a jolt.

"Ouch... you're cursing me already. How cruel."

Gwen dropped the box on the floor and when she was about to scream in shock, Ivar quickly placed his hand on her mouth to stop her.

"Shh! Don't wake your mom, she's just across the hall," he whispered and he let her go.

Gwen rolled her eyes at him then folded her arms in front of her chest, emphasizing her breasts. The handsome immortal in front of her instinctively looked at her chest, finding it an insatiable invitation.

"What are you doing here," she asked harshly and Ivar gave her a smirk and winked, stopping himself from looking at the girl.

"I'm here to visit my girl secretly," he answered as he sat comfortably on the bed. He picked up the box from the floor then gave it to her.

"If I'm your girl, why did you not give me any present" she mumbled to herself, complaining even, then Ivar chuckled.

"Get the paper from the box."

Gwen furrowed her brows when she heard his instruction.

"But there's nothing written on it..."

Gwen was sure that there was nothing special inside the box. She also made sure that there was nothing written on it. Yet Gwen followed his instruction as she opened the small box then took the piece of paper out. The moment she did, her eyes widened to have seen something written on it.

"Th-this... how?"

Ivar smiled, satisfied with the reaction the girl showed.

"Read it."

Gwen looked at the paper then started reading it in a whisper.

"You can use me to say hello, and to say goodbye. I'm no good when I'm too dry. I can be quick or I can be slow. What am I?"

When Gwen read this, Ivar shrugged his shoulders, feigning ignorance.

"What is it?"

Gwen realized it was a riddle. She raised her brow and said the only answer that came to mind.

"Your one eyed snake?"

Ivar almost laughed out loud, finding her answer unexpected that it caught him off guard.

"My what?"

Gwen watched the man beside her as he stifled his laugh to the point that he lay his back on the bed. Ivar started rolling on her bed in laughter, as he held his stomach and mouth, trying to suppress his laughter.

She rolled her eyes at him then sat on top of Ivar, suddenly shutting him up. She held both of his hands, pinning him down as her hair slowly fell on him.

From this view, Ivar being under his girlfriend, he found her seductive. Heck, she wore a black fitted night gown, and her cleavage was showing, as if sending him an invite to devour her after being away for 18 years.

For a whole 18 years!

Ivar raised a brow at her, feeling playful.

"What are you doing? Do you want to wake my one eyed snake?"

As hot as Ivar may be, Gwen ignored him flirting then she spoke.

"What happened to our master? Why was he like that when you were out for 18 years?"

Ivar quickly looked curious as he heard this from Gwen. He knew that she suddenly turned serious than usual, which is so unlike her.

Was she really concerned about Angeal?

"Is that the reason why you couldn't sleep," he asked and Gwen looked at him then nodded.

"I was so worried about Angeal. She's like a little sister to me, you know? I was up thinking that maybe... it was Angeal that triggered our master to act that way. Am I overthinking?"

Ivar sighed and the moment he felt her grip loosening, he raised his hand then he held her face, comforting her.

"We don't know that yet... but don't worry. Cruel as he may be, he controlled himself. And I'm always right beside him to stop him if it happens again," he said, reassuring his girlfriend then Gwen smiled.

"Thank you, Ivar."

Hearing the girl's appreciation, Ivar turned the table around. Gwen was startled when suddenly, Ivar gained the upper hand. In just a second, he is now pinning Gwen down on the bed.

"When can we tell your mother that we're dating?"

When Gwen heard this, she bit her lip, still unsure. They have been dating in secret since their statuses do not allow them to be together.

"Do we really have to talk about this now that you just came home," she asked, hoping to change the topic but Ivar looked at her seriously.

"Gwen, we've been dating in secret for more than a hundred of years now. If I am a mortal man, dating in secret for even a few months would kill me!"

Gwen rolled her eyes at him then sighed.

"I'll... think about it."

Ivar smiled then he held her face, remembering the riddle he asked her to answer.

"Now what is the answer to the riddle?"

Gwen giggled, feeling playful and naughty under her hot boyfriend.

"Your one eyed snake!"

Ivar chuckled, letting out his sexy, hungry voice.

"It's a kiss," he said, answering the riddle, then he gave Gwen a peck on the lips.

"Oh!" She laughed as she put her hands on Ivar's shoulders, making the distance between them lessen. "But before you left, moving with our bodies was our goodbye. It is certainly painful when dry... and you either move quick or slow."

When Gwen said this in her usual naughty demeanor, the man smirked.

"Well... aren't you smart," he remarked and he started kissing her neck then spoke beside her ear. "I think not being home for 18 years made you hungry..."

"Mmmm..."

Gwen combed Ivar's hair with her hand as she felt tingly with every kiss her boyfriend gave her. Ivar's free hand started tracing the curves of her body slowly, as it traveled its way up to one of her breasts, making the girl stifle her moan, afraid to wake her mother up in the other room across hers.

"How about the hello part of the riddle? You missed out on that one," Ivar asked, his voice now lower and sexier than ever. The girl looked at him, her face flushed red as she unbuttoned his shirt.

"This is your hello after being away for 18 years," the girl whispered beside his ear and Ivar smiled, giving the girl he loves a deep, passionate kiss.

The moonlight passed through the window, giving the couple a romantic evening. Their bodies started grinding on each other slowly, their hands exploring every inch of their body. Their tongues intertwined, giving their late night a passionate start.

This made Gwen think to herself that this... was the gift Ivar prepared for her.