“Amigo, let us show you-“
“’ow to treat a woman.”
“Watch and learn.” They finished together, a matching smirk on their face.
You gasped when Antonio placed his hands on your hips once more, pulling you closer to him. “Now chica, put your hand here.” He bought your hand up to his shoulder, him mirroring your actions but setting his hand on your lower back. “With these ones, we hold out.” He instructed, clasping your hand in his gently and holding them up in the air.
Meanwhile Francis was holding back Gilbert. The Frenchman had conjured up several chains from thin air, entangling them around his body so he could not but watch whilst Antonio took hold of you. “Step back, no no, just one step. Now back forward and forward again.”
He chuckled as he coached you into learning the dance. It was completely alien to you as the only dances you knew were country ones which had be danced with a large group of people. This on the other hand was quite fast and it involved being in a tight embrace with your partner.
You wobbled slightly, not knowing how on earth you were supposed to dance this, but Antonio kept his grip on you, not allowing you to falter.
Gilbert narrowed his eyes at the two of you. How dare he touch you like that! Francis chortled, clapping his hands twice to get his desired effect. Music flowed through the room coming out of thin air, a harsh tasty beat resounding in the space.
Suddenly Antonio sped up, whirling you around the room so quickly your feet stumbled to keep up with him. He grinned, lifting you off the ground and keeping you suspended off the floor with seemingly no effort at all.
“That better chica?” You nodded, giggling when he dipped you down with a grin. “Good!” Lifting you above his head, he spun you in the air with you holding onto his shoulders for dear life. He came to a standstill, swaying you down safely to the ground. “That any fun?” He asked, his head tilted to the side.
“Yeah!” You answered animatedly, smiling radiantly. Antonio froze, gulping as he gazed down at you. Without thinking, he nuzzled his face in your neck. You squeaked in response, turning red as his horns grazed your skin.
Hearing a low growl, you both stiffened and turned your heads to where the sound emanated from. Gilbert was glaring straight at Antonio, Francis whining under the albino’s foot. The music had stopped you realised, no doubt because of the blonde’s state.
Antonio chuckled halfheartedly, backing away from him with his hands outstretched. “A-amigo! He-heh, I-I couldn’t help myself, I mean s-she just looked too cute!” Gilbert grabbed him by the collar, yanking him forward so that he could stare menacingly into his green eyes.
“Do zhat again, und I shall not be responsible for mein actions.” He muttered, his voice hoarse as he tried to reign in his anger. You stood a little ways away, watching them worriedly. “Do not worry mon amour, zhey won’t ‘urt each ozher. Gil’s just asserting ‘is dominance.” Francis said, cupping his cheek as he lay on his stomach.
With a smirk he added: “You know, like a dog does.” Gilbert fumed, stomping back to plant his foot in between his shoulderblades. He sunk to the floor with a groan. “Don’t hurt him, he was just trying to lighten the mood.” You protested, taking Gilbert’s wrist to prevent him from hurting his friends even more.
“Hush now.” You said, placing a finger to his lips to shut him up. Turning pink, his gaze dropped to the floor. After seeing his expression you had to stifle a laugh, he looked like a child who’d been caught stealing biscuits!
He heard your snort, glancing up curiously to see what was making you laugh. You trembled with mirth, clasping one hand to your mouth as you sunk to the floor. “I-I’m s-sorry!” That being said, you burst out laughing, falling on your back and laughing the hardest you’d ever had. Who’d have known that he could look like that?!
Gilbert rubbed his neck sheepishly, blushing when you smiled at him once you’d calmed down. “You okay Frau?” He asked, sitting down next to you crosslegged. “Yes, I am now.” His gaze softened, reaching forward to catch your hand and entangle your fingers together. “That’s good to hear.”
You looked up, his eyes not leaving yours. A small smile graced his lips and he pressed a kiss to your forehead. Then his expression darkened. “Don’t zhink you can get away wizh it. Toni, Francis.” Shooting a glare over his shoulder, he pointed his forefinger and little finger at his eyes and then jabbed them at the two men, who were in the middle of sneaking out of the door.
After an awkward chuckle, they disappeared from your sight. “Nov zhat zhey’re gone.... How did you enjoy zhe bazh?” Nodding once, you smiled and clapped your hands together. “It was wonderful! The tub is so big! I mean I really could swim in it!”
Gilbert said nothing as you carried on gushing about how much you liked it, merely watching you speak with a happy expression. “I’m glad to hear you liked it, after all I did build it wizh you in mind.” He said softly, trailing a hand down your cheek. You shivered at the sensation and he drew his hand back.
“I’m sorry! I-I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable!” He apologised with a red face, remorse spelt out in his expression. “T-that’s alright.” You murmured back in reply. “A-actually it felt kind of nice.” You admitted, taking his hand and nuzzling your cheek into it.
“I vant it to feel nice.” He hugged you, burying his face in the crook of your neck, scowling when he could smell Antonio faintly. He needed to wipe out all other scents other than yours and his, he would stop at nothing until it was completely and utterly clear to all whose partner you were.
“Vant to see zhe view?” He asked, remembering that the peak of the tour was yet to come. “I’d love to.” You replied, grasping his hands tightly when he pulled you to your feet. “Let’s go zhen!” He whispered into your ear, a childish grin spreading across his face as he picked you up. “Waah!” You clung onto him as he cradled you to his chest, speeding through the corridors and skidding to halts to turn corners.
All the while he laughed elatedly, his laughter infectious as it spread to you as well. Giggling when he almost lost his balance, he chuckled as he rounded the last corner. He set you down gently, taking your hands in his once again.
“Here, can you see?” He pointed outside through the window and opened it. A gentle breeze brushed past you, ruffling your clothes and hair as you looked outside. It was truly stunning. Plains stretched this way and that, clumps of dark green forest spreading out to the east and mountains peaking in the distance to the west.
An enormous lake took up most of the plain directly in front of you, the moon sparkling down on its crystal, unrippled surface. After scanning the outside surroundings, you had a look at the room you found yourself in. It was the room you’d woken up in, the first room you’d laid eyes on.
“Ja? Vhat is it (y/n)?” His head angled down at you in favour of watching you; he’d seen the scenery so many times already and besides it was nothing compared to your beauty. “Can I ask you something?”
“Where exactly are we?” He blinked and cocked his head. “Ve’re in Hell of course.” Your eyes widened. “B-but where’s all the hell-fire? And the demons and-and-“
“Calm down Frau.” He murmured, setting his chin on your shoulder. “None of zhat stuff exists. It’s all just a ruse made by us so zhat you humans von’t come looking for us.” He explained, chuckling at humans’ stupidity.
“What does Heaven look like then?” Averting his eyes, he glowered. “I don’t know.” He muttered angrily, his nose wrinkling in distaste. “Please don’t be angry.” You pleaded, gently raising his face up so you could see him.
“I could never be angry at you Liebling.” Pressing a kiss onto your knuckles, he grinned toothily. “I’m glad.” You bumped your forehead against his, gazing lovingly into his eyes.
It was now or never.
Gilbert gulped as he realised what he was attempting to do. Inclining his head forward, his eyes started to close as he inched nearer and nearer to your lips. Just another inch and-
“Master? Do you require assistance in any way?” He cursed and proceeded to throw pillows at his horned servant, who scurried away immediately. You were left blinking and confused, watching as Gilbert cussed so much he started panting. You didn’t understand what he’d been saying but it had sounded pretty bad.
“Shall we got to bed then?” You asked, hugging him from behind in an attempt to calm him. “J-ja, zhat vould be good.” He mumbled back, placing his hands on your own and relishing your body heat. “Come then.” You giggled as he gave you a nightdress to wear, turning around and ordering him not to peek, which he did by sneaking glances in the mirror anyway.
He himself kicked off his shoes and took off his belt, leaving him in a loosfitting shirt and trousers. Crawling behind you in the bed, he hugged you to his chest and breathed in the scent of your hair. “Night.” You whispered sleepily, already nodding off onto the soft pillows.
“G’night (y/n), sweet dreams.” He murmured back, snuggling into your neck and feeling the steady rise and fall of your torso rock him to sleep.
He could definitely get used to sleeping like this.