weedyart asked: Prompt: Holly catches Gail reading fan fiction.

She had just gotten out of the shower when it happened.

Her eyes flitting to meet Gail's briefly as she stalked into their bedroom with the towel wound around her body. The scene that welcomed her was innocent enough, at least it was until Gail's eyes had widened, her focus quickly turning to the computer on her lap.

She didn't expect to see her hunch over it then and hastily smack down on some keys before directing her eyes back.

Gail was caught red-handed - for what, she's not sure yet.

Which leads to now.

She slowly turns to the chest of drawers to her right, trying to conjure up a rational explanation for her girlfriend's actions, but she seems to be drawing a blank.

Well, besides the obvious.

"What're you doing?" As she asks the simple question she discards the towel in the laundry basket and sets about putting on her underwear. She can feel Gail's eyes on her, and she knows it's not for her body this time – which in itself is a shame, for she was looking forward to some action tonight.

But she digresses.

Once she's done, she plies a thin tank top from the chest of drawers and puts that on, all the while waiting for a response.

"Nothing." It's the timbre of her voice that gives her away. That and the way she's still looking at her, shame identifiable from here.

Gail is the worst liar there is.

She turns around then, prepared for those doe eyes that are consciously trying to rein in her guilt.

And failing miserably.

"You closed a window when I walked in." She nods to the MacBook as she takes a seat on the edge of the bed. She's close enough to reach out, but distant enough to respect her space right now.

"No I didn't." Her eyes are downcast now, looking intensely to the screen. Holly can see how perfectly still she's being, as if believing that would somehow make her invisible or make Holly forget about the conversation at present.

Her head tilts naturally as she continues her appraisal of Gail, her brows furrowing under the concentration. She still can't think of a reason, at least one that makes sense for her girlfriend's bizarre behavior.

There's only one logical explanation for this.

"Gail.. Was you watching porn?"

"What? No." She sounds so affronted that Holly's initial response is to apologize and backtrack, but then she stops and catches the sight of Gail's face. She's blushing. Full on, rosy cheeks and all. And oh.

Oh, she's done something, alright.

She shifts closer.

"Look, I'm not one for porn, but I understand that-"

"I did not just watch porn." She watches as Gail forcefully closes the MacBook and flings it across the bed, her arms instantly folding the second they're free. Her blue eyes then turn to Holly, dark and wide. Wide and blue. Blue and dark.

Gorgeous eyes. Rich with emotion.

It comes to her then. Perhaps instead of questioning what exactly she has done, she should embrace the aftermath of her actions and deduce her reasoning from there. There's no denying the fact that it's beginning to sound a lot like the Kübler-Ross model at this point, oddly enough, for there has already been stages of denial and anger. The remaining ones would be-

"I was watching cat videos." Hello bargaining. Holly moves closer to her on the bed, trying to get more comfortable under Gail's penetrable gaze. For all her efforts, she still doesn't know when to just give up.

"You watch cat videos with me all the time.." She treads lightly, noting the way Gail looks back to the MacBook and then to her again. She looks so ruffled; her hair untamed like she's been pulling at it, and makes Holly want to just reach out and run her fingers through it.

"Yeah." She's really going the distance with this, and Holly can't help but lose some steam.

"Yeah, so why did you close it? Honey, if-"

"I was reading fan fiction, okay?" Hello anger again, wait.. what?

"What?"

"I was reading fan fiction." Now Holly knows what fan fiction is, she's known a long time. She's spent many a time, perhaps too much time cooped up at home in the small hours reading those stories uploaded by people all over the world.

And it's not like there's just one show or one shipping, no.

She knows how varied things can get, how creative and how.. Unique. Some stories come to mind at this, which forces Holly to shake her head and look back to her girlfriend.

Now is not the time.

"What kind of fan fiction?" It's a tentative question; for she can tell her girlfriend is ill at ease about this. How can she not be when she's made such a big deal about it? And oh boy, here it comes, the unavoidable, dreaded depression. She can see it etch across her face, painting her features hollow as she tightens her arms across her chest.

It's moments like this she really wants to do something; to touch her, make her feel okay. But she knows that only Gail can do that, and so she does what she can. She lowers her eyes, not wanting to exacerbate the situation as her fingers trail the fabric of the duvet. She takes her time smoothing out the material, edging closer to Gail's foot the more she continues.

She keeps her eyes down to the bed, not wanting to stifle her. It's a difficult task but she succeeds, knowing that her girlfriend is looking at her and slowly starting to calm down.

"Gail, what fan fiction?" She gently prods, darting her eyes quickly up to her before looking back down. Her hand runs up the side of her ankle, the palm flattening the creases, endeavoring to sail over the span of her lover's leg, but alas she does not.

And will not until Gail submits, freely.

She can hear Gail mutter the answer under her breath, and finds the next time she looks at her, that she's glancing in the opposite direction - acting coy and oblivious to what's going on. It's endearing and cute, and it makes Holly smile.

"From what show?" Once again she whispers it, and so Holly decides to place her hand firmly on Gail's shin to squeeze encouragingly.

"Gail, I can't hear you if you mumble-"

"Rizzoli and Isles." It takes a moment for Holly to digest the information, her hand still on Gail's leg as Gail finally succumbs to eye contact, however piteous she looks in doing so.

"Rizzoli and Isles? But you hate that show."

"Mm." Gail doesn't commit to an answer, instead choosing to shrug as she drops her hands into her lap. There she watches Gail fidget, her fingers moving and flexing nervously.

"You always rip into me when I watch that show. You say it's cheesy and the only two people who could possibly make that premise work would be us two."

"I still think that, you know." Gail smirks at this and raises her eyes to meet Holly's. There's something in the way she does it that makes Holly's heart flutter, as if dazed by the intensity of this pointed look.

Even in these moments when all seems vulnerable, Gail always has some form of control. She never relinquishes herself of it entirely and neither for too long. But Holly knows regardless that when she does, it's special, for she doesn't allow her guard down for just anyone.

No, she's earned that right.

"There's nothing wrong with fan fiction, okay? You know how bad my Harry Potter addiction can get sometimes." By this time her hand has subconsciously worked its way up her thigh. Only then does she realize what she's doing and stops, forcing her fingers to trace back down the sweatpants her girlfriend is donning.

"I know." And we have acceptance.

She can't help the chuckle that escapes her lips, thinking back on what she thought would be the likely culprit.

"I really thought you were watching porn, especially with that music you were playing earlier." She had almost forgot, having had the shower on full blast. But she can remember now, the array of songs that played through the speakers – songs neither of them would listen to ordinarily.

"Oh, that was some soundtrack a writer made for one of their stories.."

Oh no, has she.. has she underestimated just how bad her obsession is?

"Gail Peck, how bad is your Rizzoli and Isles addiction?"

"Pretty bad, it started off with the stories, and then it progressed to Tumblr - and they have some awesome people on there, Hols. Sharing gifs, songs.. artwork."

And here Holly was thinking that her girlfriend was watching porn..