Old Chef, Old Friend, Old Love (Gordon Ramsay x Reader)

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Time Skip to Seven Years Later

I was reading over a patient file in my hand, I heard the door open and close. Without looking up, I flipped through the file and welcomed,

"Hullo. I'll be with you in a moment."

"Way to greet a customer." I heard a familiar voice say to me, teasingly.

"Gordon." I said, closing the file and looking up at him, over my reading glasses. I took off the glasses and looked at him fully, noticing the boot. As well as his sense of style; navy T-shirt, black jeans, purple tennis shoe, black leather jacket. As handsome as he was when I said good bye to him.

"It's been a long time, (Y/N)." He commented, smiling down at me and looking into my eyes. I looked away from him and walked behind my reception desk, handing the file to the receptionist.

"Give us a minute?" I asked her, to which she nodded and walked to the back. I opened one of the filing cabinets and looked through the files, saying,

"Well, that's what happens when you're on call 24/7."

"Come on, (Y/N). Don't give me that crap. When you were doing your residency, you were always on call." He countered, making me sigh and close the filing cabinet, as I said,

"We only live thousands of miles apart. You know, not that easy to go for drinks anymore. What happened to your leg?"

"Foot, kinda. I broke my ankle. Hurt myself training for a run." (<<<---- A/N: That never happened. Just go with it.) He corrected, walking up to the reception desk and putting his hand under my chin, making me look at him. I moved my face away from his hand and he sighed, announcing,

"You need to come to England, (Y/N)."

"Gordon, I-"

"Tana's dying. She's asked to see you."

"What?"

"..." Without a response, I stood up and walked to the back, quickly. When I walked back to the front, I looked at him and put my hands in the pockets of my lab coat, saying,

"I've two weeks, maybe I can stretch it to three weeks or a month." He nodded and took out two tickets, plane tickets. I took one out of his hand and he asked,

"Wanna go to your house and pack?"

"I can meet you at the air port."

"Oh no. I haven't seen you in years and I wanna see your house." I sighed and looked at the blonde in front of me, giving in.

"Yes, Chef." I said, sarcastically and he sighed, following me out of the clinic.

Gordon's Point of View

I followed (Y/N) to her house and as we got out, I looked at the building. We walked into the building and she opened her apartment door, saying,

"Home sweet home." The apartment was huge, beautiful, and spacious. She had a huge kitchen area and she went upstairs, to her room. Out of curiosity, I followed her upstairs, carefully, and when I found her there, she was leaned over her bed. I couldn't help myself, I walked over to her and pressed my body into her back, panting into her ear softly.

"Gordon?" She half moaned half asked, trying to pull away and I grabbed her hips, keeping her pressed against me.

"Gordon, let me go. You have a wife." She whispered, pulling away from me and packing her bag. I grabbed her wrist and she turned around, looking at me. I pressed my lips to her's and laced my fingers through her hair, keeping her in place. At first, she tried to pull away and when she failed, her arms wrapped around my shoulders.