Mimi Webb - House On Fire

Life was breathed back into his lungs. He dropped his gun and reached for her in long strides. Wrapping her in his thick arms, where she was the safest. Gideon inhaled her soapy smell to calm himself. She was still here; Herrera hadn't got to her.

His pulse raced to the point it was the only sound he could hear. Fuck, she really scared him. He would've lost his mind if the enemy had gotten. Herrera was a sick fucker and he never wanted her anyway near him.

Gideon pulled back, hands reached to cup the back of her nape and smashed his lips against her. It was needy, filled with worry and protectiveness.

"Where were you?" He breathed against her lips, "Where the fuck were you?"

Rory licked her swollen lips and took a step back. She looked at him in confusion. She was here the whole time. She never left though, it wasn't like the guards would've let her leave anyways. And, of all people, he should be the one who knew this best. He ordered it.

Shrugging at his weird behaviour, she lifted her arms and showed him what had kept her entertained the last few hours. Rory held a furry ball in front of him.

A orange and black spotted cat with deep yellow eyes.

"I found him in the kitchen." She explained. "He got his paw stick in the jar. I hard to chase him around the garden to get to him."

He watched her with his mouth slightly gaped, absolutely lost for words. Stunned and he here was thinking, some crazy fucker had kidnapped her right under his nose.

She took his moment of surprise as an opportunity to glanced pass him and at the men kneeling in a line. Before she could ask, Gideon blocked her vision of them and ushered her back into the mansion.

Rory shrugged, knowing it was best to not ask him about his work. But, in the back of her mind she swallowed nervously at the knowledge of his intentions. They were lined up like they were being executed.

Pushing it out of her thoughts, she focused on her new friend cradled in her arms, swinging his tail happily.

"Can we keep him?" She asked, her eyes gleaming with excitement.

It was the first time he seen her this energetic about anything. She was beaming.

"Rory." Gideon sighed, eyeing the fur ball. The cat had a collar round his neck thus, he belonged to someone else. "I think he already has owners."

"I know," she pouted quietly, twirling the red collar on his neck. She didn't want to believe that he did. She wanted him to be hers.

"Let's return him and I'll get you one another day." He promised after a moment of observing her pouting.

Gideon brushed back strands of her hair behind her shoulders causing her to look up at him with those emerald eyes. They tug at his heart strings and he could feel his pulse singing.

"You promise?" She said, lighting up in anticipation.

"I promise."

He took the cat from her arms and a quiet whine of denial leaves her. She didn't want to let the cat go not after chasing him around the back garden to check his paw. He wasn't hurt thankful but he did frighten her with the ruckus he caused in the kitchen.

Thereafter, when he realised she wasn't a threat he became friendly letting her carry him and pet him.

Rory eyes darted between Gideon and the cat. She frowned and gave in. He had to go back to his family. She rubbed his head in a final farewell and he mewled, doing the same motion against her palm.

"Go grab your things for our date," He ordered, walking out the door, and shouting; "Bring a jacket if you can, the nights are getting chillier."

Nodding, she disappeared up the staircase and down the hallway. Gideon exited the mansion to find his men still kneeling. With Rory's appearance these men were spared. They should be thankful.

"Get up." He snapped and instantly they were on their feet.

Face still, arms behind their back and eyes looking straightforward. Gideon shoved the cat into the hands of the nearest soldier and he takes it without question.

"Return the cat to its owner." He stated coldly.

"Sí, Señor!" They chanted in unison.

The soldiers dispersed and Rory trotted out minutes later wearing a cropped white jacket over her playsuit. She swung on a small Chanel backpack and climbed into the backseat of the SUV.

One of his securities drove with Sebastian perched on the passenger seat. He met Gideon's cautious gaze in the rear view mirror and nodded. It was a risk taking Rory out especially if Herrera was parading around a curl haired blonde girl with him.

It was a message or way to taunt Gideon; to get a reaction out of him. He wasn't a man who was easily triggered but Herrera had a special talent of getting under people's skin real quick.

Gideon hated him and it was deeper than just Herrera's annoying characteristics.

They began conversing in Spanish, causing Rory to scrunched up her eyebrows in hesitation, wondering if she should be here.

"I want securities posted wherever we go, snipers atop the buildings and eyes on our surroundings." Gideon ordered, "No one will attack me in my city but I need to make sure my wife is safe."

He wasn't taking any chances even if Bogotá and Medellín was safest place for Rory to wander on her own. But with her habit of running off when he wasn't looking, he didn't trust to be by herself. Not enough to be alone in the city. One day he would.

"I'll relay that back to the security team." Sebastian nodded.

Gideon turned his attention back to his wife, who watched the city with wide eyes. He scoot closer to her, pressing her tiny frame against the door. Today will just be about them.

Pressing a kiss to the side of her neck, he murmured softly for her ears only.

"Let me take that outfit off tonight."

He loved her in yellow, it was her colour. Moreover, that outfit was short and tight, hugging her every curve and showing off what he was only allowed to see. His fingers traced the soft skin of her bare thighs and she shuddered breathlessly.

Rory shyly observed her surroundings - the driver ignored them, his face still and focused and Sebastian was trying to hold back a mocking comment. She could feel it.

She quickly pressed Gideon off her, before her playsuit showed how wet she was between her thighs. Biting her lip, Rory quietly scowled at the inner whore threatening to break out.

When she first married Gideon, her body never reacted like this to his touch. He'd always go down on her to get her wet. Though, now just the feel of his fingers against her skin, his breath fanning her neck and his mere closeness had her soaking wet. Shameful, she always felt it when she realised how desperately her body reacted to him.

She was a whore. She deserved to be one especially for wanting to sleep with man who ruined her life.

Beside her, Gideon inhaled with a smirk plastered on his face. Her arousal was filling the air and it was making his cock hard. So, he pulled her onto his lap and her eyes grew wider. Her face was flushed with embarrassment. Gideon jerked his hips upwards, pressing his erection against her ass.

"See how hard you get me." He kissed her neck again and she shuddered once more. "And, look at the way you react to me."

"Stop it." She snapped through gritted teeth. "We're in public."

He chuckled lowly, soothing the exposed skin of her legs. He loved this side of her; the demand side. She could say anything, want anything, and he'll gladly make it happen.

After planting multiple kisses on her face, Gideon propped her down onto her seat. She watched him with an incredulous look, observing his weird behaviour. She was sure he would've hit for that attitude she just threw at him. So, why didn't he?

"Gideon," she said when the SUV slowed near a street housing designer boutiques. "I thought we were going to see Bogotá, not shopping."

"You don't want to go shopping?" He cocked his head curiously. It was usually want girls loved.

"I'm sure there are other things to do besides shopping right?" She said in a small voice. "Like sightseeing and stuff."

A blush crept into her cheeks and she curled into her own body, probably wanting to make herself smaller. She forgot that the man beside her literally grown up here; he needn't go sightseeing with her. It was certain Gideon knew Bogotá like he knew the sky was blue.

"Never mind, let's go shopping." She muttered.

Gideon's hands snaked around her waist, lifted her back onto his lap. He nuzzled his stubble against her neck with his fingers caressing her thighs again. Her pulse raced; her stomach swirling.

"Tell me what you want to do, Rory." He whispered, his fingers travelling higher and higher up body.

"María once told me about a pretty farmer's market." She said, reigning her breathing because his touch was awaking something carnal inside her. And, she'd rather kept in its slumber. "She said they sold fruit, lots of fruits. Tropical ones too."

"You want to go buy fruit?" He teased, felling the tension in her muscles.

She nodded, "Also go to the pet store."

Gideon blinked, baffled by her words. The pet store why?

Rory searched his questioning look and frowned. He had already forgotten his promise to her.

"You promised you'll get me a cat." She pointed out. "We should go buy stuff ready for him or her." Rory shrugged and climbed off him but leaving her legs dangling across his. "Plus, we should get some toys for the dogs on the estate."

"Rory," he began.

Truthfully, Gideon didn't like cats. He hated them. He was a dog person and not the tiny, ratty ones - he loved massive dogs, powerful with thick muscles and big teeth. Cats were annoying, end of story.

And, the only cats he liked were pussies, specifically Rory's.

"We can't get a cat." He said. His head working a hundred miles per second to think of a lied. And, he said, "Because Sebastian is allergic to cats."

"No I'm not." Sebastian shot at him, turning around in his seat, the same time as Rory said, "Really?"

"Fuck you," he uttered in Spanish, glaring at Sebastian who only smirked smug at him. His attention turned to the driver, "Drive to the market."

The SUV rumbled to life and they were off again. Rory watched Gideon. He was on his phone, typing furiously away. Being nosy, she leaned forward to see what he was doing, wondering if she was still getting a cat.

There was a map on his phone and it was in Spanish; which quickly dissolved her interest.

"You'll get a cat." He sighed, not looking up from his phone.

"But I don't want to buy one." She told him sternly. Her emerald eyes hardening and browns pointed forward. "We have to adopt one."

He tilted his head to see her and smirked, "You're quite demanding today, aren't you?"

Gideon pressed a chaste kiss on her check, his free hand - the one that wasn't holding the phone - gently caressed her neck. His thumb grazed over her pulse and he felt it beating wildly.

It wasn't beating because she was scared. She wasn't rigid nor did she try to fight him off. There was no sign of fear. She merely watched with a puzzled expression.

As she wanted, Gideon took her to the market that was buzzing with locals and tourists. Fruits, all the colour of the rainbow and of all kinds, were piled in a pyramid form. He failed to understand how she found all of this fascinating.

Then again, she was pretty sheltered and she had never left the comfort of home until now.

This was not how he imagined his date with her would be; him carrying bags of fruit and hand squeezed juices. There was no Dior or Louis Vuitton bags - just a clear plastic bag that she complained about how it was bad for the environment. And, that next time they came here they'd bring their own.

Maybe he'll get laid tonight, that was all Gideon could think about to keeping him going through the torture she was putting him. Or, perhaps she'd forget about the stupid cat she wanted to adopt.

"Rory we don't need anymore fruits." He told her as she checked out a strange looking green fruit. Prickly spines covered it's rough skin.

"But I haven't seen this one before." She whined, feeling the fruit with her hands. "I want to try it. Tell the lady, I want one." She hissed, running back to him and hiding behind his giant frame.

Gideon gritted his teeth and bought two Guanábana; soursops. He liked to fruit too.

"Are you done now?" He asked her after they walked away with their new fruits.

"Yeah," she nodded but the awe in her eyes said something else.

She was mesmerised by the colourful display around her that her pretty little head wasn't thinking straight. Like now, she was one of the many tourists visiting the market with the awe stricken look. She looked so happy for the first time around him.

He wasn't going to do anything to ruin it.

~*~

It was 5pm when they reached the mansion hurling their bags of fruit and juices inside. Sebastian appeared beside him smoking a cigarette while the guards helped Rory with the bags.

"You're pussy whipped." He commented in a snarky manner. "Never thought I see the day you're grovelling."

"Fuck off."

Gideon followed Rory into the kitchen which was now cleaned up after the mess her new friend made earlier on. Sebastian's insolent chuckling trailing close behind him.

"She only brought fruit." He noted, face red from trying to hold onto his laughter. "I remember the last date you went on and she brought half the fucking store." He leaned over, holding his stomach as he laughed.

"Fuck you." He snarled, kicking his leg.

Sebastian winced and held onto his injured leg. He left Rory to whatever she was doing with the fruits and headed for his office.

"What about the cat?" Sebastian inquired, "I can search for some shelters and take her."

"No!" He snapped, spinning on his heel. "Just find a healthy and happy one. And for the love of Christ don't take her anywhere near an animal shelter, she'll want to take everything with her."

Sebastian tightened his lips to stop another laughing fit. He nodded; this task would definitely be more enjoyable then tracking Cristian Herrera's movements.