TITLE: Observe This
PAIRING: Gail/Holly
AUTHOR: oneanddonekindofgirl (plusxonexforever on tumblr)
RATING: T (for now; subject to change)
SUMMARY: The cameras cut away way too soon in the observation room in 4x12. I'm just filling in the gaps.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing but the laptop used to write this piece of fiction using borrowed characters. For entertainment purposes only; not for profit.
"I'm sorry," Gail whispered after breaking the kiss, her heart racing in her chest. "You jus—you just had to stop talking."
Holly stared into the blonde's icy blue eyes, stunned by the suddenness of the kiss. "I won't say another word," was all she could think to say in response.
They were drawn together once more, like supercharged magnets. Their lips met again and Gail found herself lost in Holly—the way she felt, the way she smelled, the feel of her hands coming to rest on her ribs, just above her uniform belt. Gail let her own fingers tangle in Holly's soft as silk hair, holding her close.
Holly parted her lips ever so slightly, allowing her tongue to peek out and trace along Gail's lower lip, eliciting a quick intake of breath, followed by eager acceptance from the blonde. Gail parted her own lips and allowed Holly inside, their tongues meeting tentatively.
Gail's head was spinning. Her emotions had already been running high with Chloe being shot and then herself and Oliver taking fire just hours ago. Then Holly had shown up in a thinly-veiled panic, obviously worried about her wellbeing, and it had softened the blow of seeing her with another woman the previous evening. Not that Gail had any reason to be jealous. They weren't together or anything.
She was not switching teams, dammit!
Only now her tongue was tangling with the other woman's, and one hand was freeing itself from the long, dark tresses to slide under Holly's coat to come to rest on the small of her back. She pulled the brunette closer, their fronts now pressed together.
Maybe she wasn't so straight after all. If her current activities, and just how much she was enjoying said activities, had any indication, she definitely wasn't as straight as she'd previously thought. The other team was looking—feeling—pretty damn good in that moment.
Holly broke the kiss, oxygen becoming a priority. Damn that oxygen. Their breathing was ragged, chests heaving. Neither moved to step back. Holly lifted one hand, trying and failing to hide the slight tremble from Gail as she cupped her cheek, running her thumb over Gail's kiss-swollen bottom lip. Blue eyes dropped briefly down to Holly's damp lips before returning to gaze into the chocolate brown orbs that were slightly distorted due to Holly's glasses. But Gail could still see that her pupils were dilated even more than necessary in the dim lighting of the observation room.
Holly attempted to catch her breath as she studied the woman still pressed against her front. The dim, bluish, artificial lighting of the room should have been enough to make anyone look garish. But it only served to make Gail's flawless, alabaster complexion seem to glow, her eyes shining with… Yes, that was definitely desire, Holly determined, her heart racing even faster. "You're a good kisser," she whispered, mentally kicking herself for not coming up with something better, something sexier, to say.
Gail swallowed. "Thought you weren't going to say another word," she whispered in response, her fingers tightening in the soft cotton of Holly's shirt.
Holly didn't reply, just leaned in for another kiss. Gail met her halfway, an eager participant. This kiss was rougher, more aggressive and thorough. Both made soft mewling noises in the backs of their throats as lips, teeth, and tongues met in a sensual dance.
Holly took the lead, turning them so that Gail's back was to the wall. She forced her to step backwards until her back was pressed against the wall, Holly's front molded to Gail's. Gail didn't even consider protesting; she just kissed Holly harder, her arms wrapping around her waist to hold her in place. Not that Holly was keen on stepping back any time soon.
Gail didn't think. She couldn't let her head ruin the moment that, when she was later honest with herself, they had been building up to ever since she'd met the forensic pathologist in the woods that day. So she didn't think; she just felt.
The sound of loud, urgent voices passing by pulled them both out of their trance, causing them to break apart, and Gail suddenly remembered their surroundings. Then she remembered Chloe and the crazed gunman hungry for cop blood. Shit.
"I need to go back to work," Gail whispered, eyes wide, but she didn't move to get away from Holly.
"Yeah," Holly said. She leaned in for one more soft, almost chaste kiss, letting her lips linger, then stepped back. "Just… Be careful?" she said as she smoothed her hand over soft blonde hair, fixing a stray lock that had been led astray sometime in the past few minutes. She then tangled her fingers with that of Gail's hand.
Gail nodded. "Of course." She didn't say anything else, just let her hand linger in Holly's giving it a squeeze before letting go and heading to the door.
She left the room in a daze, not even seeing Oliver until he called out her name. She turned towards him as he kept talking. "Ah, gonna roll out of here in about ten minutes. Are you cool with that?"
She did her best to look normal, but could tell she was failing miserably. "Uh, yeah, sure," she said, hoping to sound like she hadn't just been making out with Holly in the observation room.
Just then, Holly exited the room just behind Oliver, looking up in surprise when she noticed Gail was still standing there talking to her partner.
"Hey," Oliver said, also surprised to see the doctor exit the same room Gail had just been in.
"Hi," Holly replied, giving a slight wave. Gail was envious of her ability to act normal. Must be a lesbian thing.
"Hi," Oliver said once more. Holly continued on, not even realizing she no longer held the evidence folder she'd walked in with. Not that it mattered; it had nothing but scrap paper in it anyway. Oliver returned his attention to Gail, pointing behind him towards Holly's retreating back. "That's your friend from the forensics lab."
"The courier was sick, Oliver, if you really must know!" she insisted, wincing inwardly at the force behind her words. If Oliver hadn't been suspicious before, he should be now. Instead of waiting for a reply, she turned and made her way down the hall, ready to just get back to work. She could hear Oliver's confused "what?" behind her.
As thrown off by kissing the other woman as Gail was, she knew she had to get her head back in the game. There was someone with a vendetta against 15 Division. Yeah, she definitely needed to regain her focus and composure. Quick.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I'm not new to writing fanfiction, but this is my first Rookie Blue story. Stay tuned for the next chapter, which is almost finished, and will highlight a more, ahem, mature scene following a certain shower scene in 5x01. You can expect that in the next day or so. Cheers! :)