Smooth Criminal

Gilbert turned his sad red gaze up on Brandy and sighed, wincing slightly when he pulled her closer against his side.
"You always know what to say." He murred, kissing her forehead lovingly.

Brandy snuggled up to Gilbert feeling his warmth. "I love you," she said quietly.

"I love you too..but you're really hurting me." Gilbert said in a strained voice, carefully edging Brandy off of his injured side.

"Oh, god. Sorry," Brandy said as she got off his lap. "Do you need anything?"

Gilbert's face fell and he gently tugged on Brandy's hand.
"Yeah, Get back here! I didn't want you to mooove..!" He huffed.

Brandy laughed and said," Well I didn't want to move, but I didn't want to hurt you either!"

Gilbert pulled Brandy back down onto his lap, grunting softly as she hit his side again.
"I've had worse pain before.." He said with a laugh, linking his arms around her waist and tugging her closer.

Brandy's face fell when she heard him say that. Brandy loved Gilbert and felt so secure with his arms around her. She leaned her head on his shoulder and sighed. "I wish this could last forever," Brandy said quietly.

"I wish my Bruder was here.." Gilbert said quietly, lookin down at Brandy then up at tent again. "I don't even know what I'm going..! West would..he'd know exactly how we shouldve been prepared for that and..we'd have won." He whimpered.

Brandy rubbed Gilbert's back sympethically. "Gilbert, it's alright. Everything's going to be alright."

"No..I've screwed everything up.." Gilbert said, averting Brandy's gaze.

"Stop saying that. You still want to kill the president right?" Brandy asked curiously even though she already knew the answer.

"Hell yeah I do I just don't know how I'd do it..!" Gilbert said with an exaggerated sigh.

"Well, I think I can help you. My second-cousin is a top-secret spy," Brandy said seriously.

((that sounds kind of corny but he's cool not some weird freak who does a back flip every five seconds))

((loool. Okay xD))

Gilbert scoffed, folding his arms over Brandy's shoulders.
"I don't want some spies help..!" He huffed.

"He wouldn't help you kill the president or anything, but he has many weapons and gear. Please consider it," Brsndy offered.

"Consider it considered then." Gilbert answered quietly, his voice muffled by Brandy's neck.

"I really think you should atleast meet him and check out his guns," Brandy said pushing Gilbert's head off of her. She then laughed and said," That makes it seem like you're gay. 'Check out his guns.' That was unintended."

"Nice to know you want me to see other people. Do you prefer other men for me?" Gilbert said with a laugh.

"You know that wasn't meant like that!" Brandy said as she slapped Gilbert's arm playfully. She leaned her head on his shoulder and said," So will you meet him or not?"

Gilbert sighed with a grin and shrugged.
"I guess I can..You sure you want me to? I might seduce him like i've done you." He teased with a smirk, nipping her ear softly.

((Oh Gilbert. <33))

"Oh shut up!" Brandy said. She flirtingly put her arms around his neck and kissed him softly.

"Can't. Too awesome." Gilbert muttered into brandy's mouth, leaning back against the cot in the tent.
"'s your cousin as hot as you?" He asked, unable to drop the mistake in talking she'd made; He found it too funny.

Brandy rolled her eyes. "No."

Gilbert slid his hands under the back of Brandy's shirt, and rubbed the spot between her shoulder blades softly.
"Good. We won't have a problem then." He mused.