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Heat is a problem from different points of view... not for everyone.

Summary:

It is too hot for Arthur...

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Arthur could hardly stand the stifling heat and he caught a cold easily with the constant air conditioning in the villa, so he had to resign himself to having a fan stirring the air around him and took refuge in the coolest room in the house.

On the subject of temperature, He and Gilgamesh will never understand each other. He grew up in a northern country, while his wife lived in a southern country. The heat was not a problem for her at all, it was even an opportunity to put on very attractive clothes for her husband's eyes... but her husband was too hot for that kind of physical activity, so he just admired her and her generous curves drawn by her long hair that caressed her body.

An indescribable beauty.

Lying on the living room couch with the fan on him, he tried to forget the heat by staring at the ceiling, not being able to work on the last files he had been given. But he thought that he should rather go for a swim or a shower to have a little respite.

But a curtain of blond hair appeared in front of his eyes and Gilgamesh's face was above him, smiling mockingly at his companion's suffering. Why did she have to torture him wearing a blue shirt that framed her chest and showed part of her bra. He promised himself to remind her not to tease him like that again once the heat wave passed... but he actually liked it.

Gilgamesh held in her hands two glasses of cocktails that she held above her head and invited him with her eyes to straighten up so she could enjoy a good refreshment that she had kindly prepared for him.

This woman...

Arthur smiled and gladly accepted this attention towards him. He sat down comfortably, grabbing the glass Gilgamesh handed him and she was kind enough to give him a kiss on the temple. But her touch felt so hot to him... He must have made a bad face because she laughed at it.

"Don't torture me..."

"But you're so cute."

She gently stroked his shoulder, circling the couch followed by Arthur's gaze, and he watched as she came to sit astride him, which he greatly appreciated seeing her little shorts, her bare stomach and legs... but he was so hot.

"So cruel..." He said with unconcealed envy as his wife leaned over him to press her body to him.

"I miss you."

He missed her too. He enjoyed the shape of her breasts against his chest and exchanged a kiss with her. He allowed himself to caress her small body as he placed his free hand on her hip. They made a silent toast and drank a sip that felt like a blessing to Arthur. Fresh as can be with exotic fruit, just perfect.

"All you have to do is follow me and make love to me in the pool."

Arthur nodded with a smile convinced by this more than welcome proposal. "I still have work to do." But he didn't particularly want to burn in the sun.

Gil made a little disappointed face. "You're not working."

"I'm giving myself a little break."

"Liar..." At that she came gently to hug his neck, accentuating the heat between their two bodies, properly settling her hips against his. It was partly the truth, but Gil wanted to make him pay for this little lapse in slackness. "You're lamenting your fate."

"So unfair." As their lips brushed together to kiss.

"..."

They smiled and their bodies entwined for a moment more in a loving embrace... until Arthur literally melted under Gilgamesh so hot. The woman laughed a little as she gave him some air. 

"I promise you a romantic night... not now." His wife rolled her eyes as she heard Arthur make yet another promise that he would, of course, keep. She forced him to finish the Cocktail and laid him back on the couch to sit next to his head, loosening her blonde locks so he could better appreciate the cool fan on his face.

Without his knowledge, she had also brought a bowl of ice cubes and took one to gently place it on his forehead and caress his skin with it, causing Arthur to smile as he enjoyed the attention, the coolness of the ice cube and the water running over his skin. With his eyes closed, he let himself be invaded by the tenderness of Gilgamesh who came to kiss his forehead once he was dozing and he promised himself to return this love tonight.