Gilbert ran back into the room, still buckling his belt. He immediately sat back down in front of you and reached out his hand.
"What are you doing?" you asked him, not really wanting to hear the answer.
"Wha- So I'm not allowed to touch your boobs all the time?"
Gilbert sighed and pouted down at the floor, "Are you sure, 'cause-"
"I said no."
He scooted closer to you so his face was inches from yours. "Are you sure?" He whispered, "Because it seemed like you liked it…" He grinned mischievously at you.
You flushed, "N-No! I-I-I… I d-didn't!"
"Are you sure, Liebling…?" Gilbert asked you, staring you down with those beautiful red eyes.
'Oh Jeez…' You thought, 'There's no way I'm getting out of this…' So you did what went logically next. You kissed Gilbert.
At first he made a little surprised noise, jerking back awkwardly but soon he softened up, putting his arms around you and kissing you back with passion. You felt something press insistently against your closed lips so you opened them, letting him chase your tongue around with his. After a minute or so of this you pulled away from him, shaking your head.
Gilbert just looked at you sadly, his tongue flopping pathetically out of his mouth.
"Gil…?" You asked him pleadingly, "Does this mean that we… that we're a…"
"Yes." He said in a deep, guttural voice. He pulled you to him again; kissing you passionately, arm snaking around your back to touch your butt.
'Well, it's still Gilbert… What did I expect?' you thought tiredly, before you wrapped your arms around his neck, pinning him to you.
And so that is how it started. It's stayed that way too. Gil is your boyfriend now and has his needed access to your… vital regions. You have his beautiful red eyes to stare into for long hours. He is your best friend and lover, completing you perfectly. He's still a pervert and you're still a bit uptight but as he says it: "That's what makes us such a great couple: I act inappropriately and she smacks me for it and I know not to do it again."