Title: Kiss that girl
Chloe & Gail are a couple. Holly is the new forensic pathologist who is new in town. Here is a RB, Chloe & Gail mash-up because why not?
This is a shifting POV,
Gail's POV:
It's Sunday, were on our third antique shop of the day. I forgot what we were here for, but to be honest I'm more interested in the brunch were going to afterward. It's a cool store, the best yet they have costume jewelry worn by Katherine Hepburn and a large Hawaiian shirt section. I am definitely getting one, along with an apron I found that says, "I turn grills on." I've got this fantasy of a poolside get together with my family and friends.
Chloe is running around in a red bikini top her boobs amply on display, she is hard at work freshening people's drinks whilst I stand by the grill minding the Q. My mother arrives with my father and the party is complete, before anyone gets to eat I make a little toast about how grateful I am to share the day with everyone. My mom is beaming, and I look to Frank, he gives me the nod of approval I need to move forward with part two of the plan.
I start by thanking Chloe for all the effort she put into helping to plan this event. Then proceed to give the most important speech of my life it's an unscripted little ditty, sweet, and to the point. I produce from the top pocket of my Hawaiian shirt a red velvet box. I won't ask the question directly, I'll just hold it up and say something like will you be my plus one for life?
And that's it. That is all I need to be happy great love, good people, and good food. Lately, it feels like I'm living this fantasy more and more. At work I have been so distracted, that Frank put me in inventory for the last two weeks. I hardly noticed until one day after work, I went to the Penny and realized that I had lost context of what people were talking about. This made me drink a lot which of course made Chloe fuss over me, and that was extremely nice. I almost blew my plan. Rule one. Never propose drunk just don't do it. Rule two. Do not elope it is selfish. Rule three. Have the ring ready at all times. Afterward, I made myself swear to a code of action should I find myself compromised by the liquor.
"Gail!" Chloe is calling me. I guess it must time to go or she has found something to buy. I find her in the furniture section looking at a ratty red couch. It's a passion color, few people pull it off like she does.
"Hey what do you think of this?"
"The thing looks like Quasimodo's hunchback." I take a sniff of the cushion. "Smells, stringent my guess is piss."
"Yeah, okay I need you to get past that." She grabs my shoulders and forces me to take another look. She is always asking this of me, in bits and pieces, to try to envision things like she does. Secretly, I think it's made me better. One of her hobbies is that she restores furniture, we even turned the garage into a workstation. Well, actually I just bought her a sexy jump suit she really created the space. She calls it her lab.
I look at the couch it's a real fixer upper. "Will it take weeks to finish?"
"Probably."
"Will you spend all your free time ignoring me in the garage?"
"Most likely"
"Chloe, honey…" I start reasoning.
"This is happening." She crosses her arms and gives me a non-negotiable Gail scowl. When did she learn that?
"Fine, I will see if they deliver."
Chloe squeals, jumping up and down in delight. I stare at her boobs. She throws herself into my arms, and wraps her legs around my waist. I smile, she is such a little beast, and she kisses me with abandon that I could never initiate. She has an effect on me, and I go with it kissing her whilst imagining the barbecue I hope to plan.
She stops kissing me then looks into my eyes, "you make me very happy Gail Peck." I'm reduced to a stupid grin. Yep, I would buy the whole front room set if she asked.