We Might Just Be

12: Do I Make You Nervous?

“I don’t see why you have to come to the tailor with us” Gerard murmured from his spot on Imelda’s couch, his blue eyes watching the dark haired girl as she gathered things up in her bag “I think even Cesc and I could pick out suits” he added, a tiny smile playing at the corner of his mouth. She looked a little flustered, her cheeks were flushed and her hair stuck up in most directions, but still Gerard found her adorable, he would have found her adorable dressed in a bin liner and shaved bald if that was what she wanted to do.

“Because Thalia insisted” Imelda returned, snatching up yet another magazine clipping that Thalia had left on the side “She told me that you and Cesc could not be trusted to come out of the shop with matching suits, and that was even if you bought suits at all” she added, her green eyes peeking over him.

Gerard scoffed. “She should have more faith in us” he noted.

“That is what I said, but then she told me about the time she sent the pair of you to pick up a birthday cake for Aiden’s birthday. You came back with a six pack of beer, two bags of crisps, and no cake whatsoever” she noted, a small smile playing at the corner of her mouth.

Gerard thought for a moment before he shook his head. “That never happened” he announced.

“It did” Imelda replied “And if you two do anything similar today, Thalia’s going to freak. She broke down in the boutique yesterday because the bridesmaid dresses were a little on the big side, I could only imagine what she would do to you and Cesc if you two failed to buy suits” she explained as she sat down beside him “I agreed to go because, quite simply, I like your face as it is. I don’t want Lia rearranging it over something as silly as suits” she explained, gifting him a little kiss on the cheek.

“Aww, you like my face” he teased, his arms levering her weight into his lap.

Imelda rolled her eyes and tried to fight out of his arms, something which only served to make him hold her tighter. “Nuh-uh Immy” he murmured “We are hugging now” he added.

Imelda sighed. “As much as I enjoy that, we do have to get going” she mused, struggling against him again.

“Nope” he replied.

“How about we make a deal?” she posed.

Gerard tilted his head, urging her to go on.

“If you let me go now, I will sleep over at yours tonight” she noted “You could hug me as much as you wanted then” she added.

Gerard let out an amused sound, like he had thought of a quipped retort, but he stifled it, merely offering her a nod of his head. “Sounds good” he mused as he moved his arms from around her. Imelda shifted out of his lap before she leant down, gifting him a gentle kiss on the lips that made him smile.

He was already sure he could never get tired of her kissing him.

“What about this one?” Cesc poked as he padded out of the small dressing cubicle, showing off the dark blue suit that he wore. It was taking a while, Cesc and Gerard had struggled to agree on anything, and Imelda was starting to get a little bored. It wasn’t hard to find a suit, but it was hard to find one that both Cesc and Gerard liked.

Imelda, who had been flicking through the rest of the magazine clippings that Thalia had given her, looked up, offering Cesc a little smile. “I like it on you, but the real test is whether or not the other one will. Gerard apparently has quite specific tastes” she noted, sparing a glance towards the other changing room.

“He’s just doing it to be annoying” Cesc quipped “He has a habit of doing that” he added.

Imelda shook her head. “I am sure he isn’t” she commented.

Cesc chuckled. “You’re just saying that because you get to see the nice side of him” he teased “If you had known him as long as me, you would know he was doing it to be a pain in the ass” he noted.

Imelda nodded her head before Gerard knocked the door of his changing room open, padding out in just the pair of trousers that he had been asked to try on. Imelda swallowed at the sight of his exposed skin and ducked her head, a warm pink blush lighting up her cheeks. “Why are you not wearing anything on the top half of you?” Cesc muttered, his head shaking a little.

“Immy failed to provide me with a shirt” Gerard quipped, his blue eyes fixed on his girlfriend “I need one to try on the jacket” he added, a little quirked smile playing at the corner of his mouth.

“I…I should go and get one” Imelda stammered as she moved to walk away, but Cesc stopped her, shaking his head.

“You deal with him” he muttered as he motioned to Gerard who was obtaining glances from a couple of women who stood nearby “I will find him a shirt” he added, quickly padding into the main body of the store.

Imelda nodded weakly and turned back to face Gerard, her stomach performing a set of somersaults at the sight of him. “Yo…You should get back in there” she stammered, motioning towards the changing room “People are staring” she added, glancing at the two women that stood a little away from them out of the corner of her eye.

Gerard chuckled. “The person I want to stare isn’t” he mused, stepping a little closer to her.

“Gerard” she muttered “I stare at you all of the time. Please put your t-shirt on or something” she added, her eyes noting his proximity to her.

Gerard smirked. “Does this make you nervous?” he quipped in a soft whisper.

“No” Imelda muttered “I would just prefer it if you were wearing your shirt” she noted.

Gerard smirked and took her hand, placing it against his stomach. “What about this?” he quipped, his voice humming just loud enough for her to hear “Does this make you nervous?” he posed.

Imelda swallowed. “What are you doing?” she muttered.

Gerard smiled impishly. “Just messing around” he quipped “You should see your face” he added, gently pressing a kiss against her cheek.

Imelda rolled her eyes. “You’re an ass” she muttered.

Gerard chuckled and kissed her other cheek. “I just wanted to see if I could make you nervous, querida, something I clearly can. I also wanted to know if you could handle us finally, you know, doing it tonight. I understand if you want to wait, but I just thought that we could…”

“Gerard” Imelda interjected “All you had to do was ask” she smirked before she pecked his lips, pulling away just in time for Cesc to walk back in, throwing a shirt at Gerard’s head as he stared in amazement at Imelda.

Imelda offered him an impish look before she retook her seat, flicking through the magazine clippings once more.
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