"So it still fun getting dressed?" Gail inquired.
"What do you mean?" Holly asked, confused by Gail's question.
"Well I mean that's the most fun part of the date, is getting dressed. I mean how does it work if two girls are getting dressed together?" Gail pressed.
"I don't know, how does it work with a guy?" Holly asked, still confused.
"Well I mean, if you live together, he gets dressed first, and then you..get..dressed.. Sorry, stupid. Stupid question," Gail said, trailing off, slightly embarrassed at not having thought it through before asking.
Why did she even care? Gail didn't get embarrassed, because she never cared about what anyone else thought of her. She hated everyone. At least she thought she did, until she met Holly. Endlessly bizarre, Holly never ceased to surprise Gail with her next weird idea or action. Most recently, she had found her checking coats tonight for no apparent reason.
"What if you want to borrow a dress, or shoes, or clothes? Is that cool, do you share each others' things?" Gail pressed, fascinated by the nature of lesbian relationships and their inner workings.
"I wouldn't share your things," Holly stated, smiling at her own wit, and at how taken aback Gail was at this comment.
"What is wrong with my things? " Gail asked, affronted.
"Nothing, they're just not my style," Holly assured her, laughing at Gail's aggressiveness.
"Oh, not enough fleece for you, Holly, not enough backpacks?" Gail spat out, narrowing her eyes. As usual, Holly didn't run away like everybody else did when faced with Gail's outright nastiness, but rather laughed and seemed thoroughly amused by her. This both annoyed and impressed Gail, and in fact was one of her favorite things about Holly. It made her stand out.
Just then, Gail realized that Holly was leaning toward her. Not too quickly, but not terribly slowly either. Before she really knew what was happening, Holly's lips were pressed against hers. Gail thought for a second to turn her head, but instead found herself returning the kiss just before Holly pulled away. When Holly did pull away, she acted like nothing had happened. Gail stared at her, but was only met with a smiling Holly telling her that she was insane.
She spaced out for a few seconds, mind buzzing about what had just occurred. She snapped out of it only when she realized that Holly had gotten up to leave.
"Sorry.. Where are you going?" asked Gail, shaking her head to clear it and looking up at Holly.
"Dancing. I kind of need to get it out of my system. Thanks, that was fun! Plus one forever!" Holly gushed, tipping her champagne bottle to Gail before leaving.
Gail sat there, staring straight ahead, stunned, confused, in shock. What just happened? Somehow, the kiss that had happened not two minutes ago was all a blur. She took a few minutes to sort through it. All she remembered was seeing Holly lean toward her, and experiencing internal panic, but for some reason not making any attempt to stop the kiss from happening. In fact, she thought, she might even have kissed her back.
She had never kissed a girl before. She couldn't help but notice how soft Holly's lips and skin were compared to the rougher texture of a man. If she was being honest with herself, she would have to admit that she liked it. Not only the softness, but the kiss itself. After a few minutes of mulling this realization over in her head, she sat up dazedly, returned the fur coat she had been wearing to the rack, and left without saying goodbye to anyone.
A/N: I know this is very much so derived from the actual scene, but if you guys like it, I will post many more chapters and it will begin to lead to new and exciting things that we haven't seen already! Let me know what you guys think, this is the first fic I've published. :)