The Butler did it

PART 7- Damn kettles

You join him, relieved he hasn’t just left straight away.
“There’s the bathroom,” you manage finally, pointing down the hall.
“Right.” He looks good, you notice. White shirt. Buttons open about halfway. Dark jeans. If you’d have realised where he was heading, you might not have been so admiring.
“Nooo!” you yell and dive in front of him as he goes towards the bathroom. “Hang on a second.” You enter first and hide your stuff, storing it in the medicine cupboard and praying he doesn’t need a plaster.
“Okay,” you smile sweetly and leave him to do whatever he has to.

You sink onto the sofa and close your eyes. You’re more stressed now than you were at work. Ugh...well, THAT wasn’t embarrassing...
You spy a Gerry video peeping out from behind the sofa and kick it back under just as the toilet flushes and Gerry reappears. Unfortunately, well, lets just say you’re not in a very dignified position, having just stretched as far as you could to kick the video.
You grin and sit up again with a small cough. “Yoga,” you explain.
“Oh, right, of course,” Gerry says with a remarkably straight face. You can see the laughter in his eyes as he sits beside you.
“Okay...not yoga,” you admit. “I can’t do yoga.”
An evil smirk crosses Gerry’s face. “Maybe I could teach you some of the positions...” he whispers huskily.
You shudder, as was probably his intention. And refrain from yelling, “Take me now, Gerry!” with difficulty.
“C-Coffee?”
He grins. “Yeah, why not. Milk, no sugar. I’m sweet enough already.”
You pretend to gag at the pathetic joke and get up to switch on the kettle.

You return to the horrifying sight of Gerry looking through your pile of Gerry videos with interest. Silently, you run to your room and shut the door, before banging your head repeatedly off the wall. Why me God, why me? I’m such a.... dumbass.
You emerge, and take the videos off him. He looks up at you, puzzled, until he sees the rather large red mark appearing on your forehead.

“Whats-?”
“Nothing.”
He sighs and stands up, pulling you to him. “I didn’t mean to make you embarrassed, darlin’.”
“I know...” you lean your head against his chest with a smile. “It was all a clever ploy to get a kiss!” That seems like the best excuse you can think of.
“Course it was, babe,” he agrees unbelievingly. “An’ it worked.”
You lift your head to look at him. “It did?”
He doesn’t reply, but instead presses his lips to yours gently. Fire once again courses through your body as you respond, deepening the kiss almost immediately. Gerry chuckles softly, and pulls back briefly to murmur, “Forceful, aren’t you?”
He runs a hand down your back softly, and you press against him harder, wanting more.

The kettle switches off with an incredibly loud click and you both jump, somewhat breaking the moment.
“I’ll...” you start.
“Yeah.”
You trot off to make him a coffee, cursing kettles of the world