Gail had been gone for ten minutes when Holly decided to go and check on her. She left the waiting room, asking a nurse on the way where the closest bathroom was. She knocked on the bathroom door softly. "Gail? You in there?"
A pause. "No."
Holly pressed her lips together. "Gail."
A few moments passed. Holly was about to knock again when the door swung open. "Hey," Holly breathed, brow furrowing in concern.
Gail regarded her with dark, serious eyes. Holly could tell she had been crying, but knew enough—knew her enough—not to mention it. "Are you just going to stand there?"
Holly cocked her head to the side. "Are you going to invite me in?"
"Don't hold your breath."
"My lung capacity might surprise you," she quipped, feeling her chest ease when the hard line of Gail's mouth softened just a little.
"It's a public restroom," Gail pointed out.
Holly tilted her chin up and folded her arms across her chest. "I'm waiting."
Gail sighed. "Ugh. Come in. Jesus." Holly grinned triumphantly and stepped past her into the single-occupancy bathroom.
Gail closed the door, then turned towards Holly. Holly's half-smile slid away when she saw the look on Gail's face. All the bite and bluster was gone. Her blue eyes shimmered wetly. Gail looked away, drawing in a hiccupping breath, biting down on her bottom lip to keep it from quivering.
"Oh, Gail,honey," Holly murmured, stepping closer automatically.
Gail swayed towards her, her shoulders hunching, and Holly caught her against her chest. "I'm so sorry," she breathed into the sweet-smelling, blonde hair.
Gail shuddered against her, her face pressed to Holly's shoulder, gradually relaxing as Holly held her, her hands moving in slow circles against her lower back. Holly felt the drop of Gail's weight in her arms as the officer melted into her, letting Holly absorb the weary lines of her body. She rubbed her face almost unconsciously against the collar of Holly's coat, catching a whiff of perfume that sent a not-unfamiliar shiver scooting down her spine.
"I am glad you're here," Gail said roughly, apology and question all in one.
"I know," Holly said, pressing her cheek to Gail's hair.
Gail swallowed thickly, feeling wrecked and wasted, and yet more safe than she had all day. She tilted her head back and regarded Holly wonderingly. Who was this woman? She barely knew her, except she knew her. She barely knew her, and yet she'd already barreled through walls Gail had spent careful years constructing.
She leaned closer, suddenly stuck on the way Holly's lips parted slightly, her breath hitching as Gail moved closer. Gail kept her eyes open for the first kiss, a quick peck on the lips—innocent enough. Except then her hands were slipping inside Holly's jacket and her hips were settling firmly against Holly's, fitting like jigsaw pieces, and Gail's head started going fuzzy.
Gail closed her eyes and leaned in again. Holly's lips were warm and soft and already familiar. Gail hummed into the kiss, parted her lips, touched her tongue to the corner of Holly's mouth.
Holly sighed softly, tightening her arms around Gail's waist, chasing her mouth when the blonde began to pull back. "Where you going?" she murmured, pressing her lips to Gail's cheek.
Gail drew in a shaky breath, her eyelids fluttering shut when Holly pressed a wet kiss to the sensitive spot just below her ear. "I, uh…" She swallowed thickly, her fingers flexing, unconsciously tugging Holly closer. "Maybe we should—"
She trailed off when Holly's hand slipped up Gail's side, firm and warm even through all the layers. "Fuck," Gail groaned, her whole body shuddering. "What are you doing to me?"
Holly flashed that slightly goofy, dimpled half-smile, and then Gail's mouth was on hers again. And this time she went for it, parting the seam of Holly's mouth with her tongue and delving deep, tasting coffee and cinnamon and something that was just Holly.
Holly groaned into the kiss, groaned again when Gail's fingers tripped upwards from her waist, brushing along the underside of her breast. She sucked in a sharp breath when she did it again, her knees buckling slightly with the force of how much she wanted.
"God," she groaned, nipping lightly at Gail's bottom lip, smiling when she was rewarded with an inarticulate whimper.
"We should…we should stop," Gail finally managed to choke out, but couldn't quite bring herself to pull away.
She pressed one last lingering kiss to Holly's lips, before taking a shaky step back. Holly mirrored her actions, reaching up with an unsteady hand to adjust her glasses. Gail stared at her, struck by the sight in front of her. Holly looked rumpled and kissed and so beautiful.
"You're weird," she blurted up. Holly's eyes snapped up to hers, brow furrowed in question. "I mean, I-I like you."
Holly smiled that lopsided smile of hers, looking unsure and adorable. "I like you, too," she murmured, her voice husky, the color high in her cheeks.
Gail stepped toward her again. Leaned in slowly. Pressed one, two, three kisses to her lips, soft and sure.
"Stay with me tonight?" she breathed.
Holly nodded. "Of course."
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Ugh. These two. So fucking cute.
I'm not sure what this fic will end up being. I don't really wanna deal with a plot or anything because I'm lazy, so I'll probably just end up posting little scenes like this when the inspiration strikes. I hope you enjoy! Please review and feel free to make suggestions about what sort of Gail/Holly moment you might want to see!
