Thanks everyone for the support. If you have not already read it, please read chapter 6. There were some issues when I tried to post it and it did not show up for several hours. So if you missed it, it should be up now.

All mistakes are mine, Rookie Blue is not. Anyway, here's chapter 7.

Holly

The deliveries kept coming. No more live roses with cards from Melissa. Just black ones with their heads cut off, not broken, as it turns out. The second day there were two, the third day three and so on. My understanding is that detectives interviewed Melissa, who denied knowing anything about the black rose, the very first day. Evidently, even a veiled threat against a forensic pathologist working with the Toronto police department is taken very seriously.

They've staked out the lab, and tried getting information from the various couriers. The deliveries come in at different times of day from different delivery services. I keep thinking that Toronto will soon run out but the flowers just keep coming. I didn't even know you could order black roses with the heads removed. They don't put that on the FTD commercials.

The first delivery annoyed me. The second one annoyed me more. But now I dread them. They make me jumpy and nervous. The security desk offered to keep them downstairs and not notify me and that just made it worse. So I asked them to call up when they arrive and my team goes over them for any forensic evidence. We've come up with nothing.

The last two weekends, the roses were delivered to my house. Gail pinned the first delivery guy against the doorjamb in a choke hold until she was convinced he didn't know anything. The police questioned Melissa again since everyone was sure that she knew where I lived. She still claimed that she did not know anything about the black roses.

In the past two weeks (We're on day 15. I know this because of the helpful rose count. 15 black roses should arrive at some point today.) I've had various officers from 15 in my lab with me. Chris was with me for the entire first week, until his arm healed enough for more active duty, and since then, everyone but Gail has been in my lab, even Moore. They pass me off like a baton in a relay. Shootings and bombings have made them all mistrustful of secure building protocols.

In the evenings, Gail is with me, always. She doesn't talk about it unless I bring it up. She's been pampering me like she did when I had the concussion. It's driving me insane. I love her, but she's driving me insane. I'm not an invalid. I'm just someone who's getting floral deliveries. That's not so bad is it?

I'm not a people person. I'm really not. I work with dead people, and people that work with dead people for god's sake. I mean I can go out and be social like once a week or whatever, but I have not been alone in fifteen days. I have the most gorgeous woman who lets me use her body as a playground on a regular basis and all I want to do is lock myself in a room and read a book. That's normal right? I'm going insane.

I have gotten to know the folks from 15 much better. Not all of them have Chris' talent for staying silent. Unfortunately, I have not been at my best. It seems that I need some alone time in order to be me. Some of the highlights were:

Day 9 with Officer McNally

"Dr Stewart"

"Holly" I correct her.

"Holly, does the inside of the skull always look like that?"

"Pretty much."

"It's kinda pretty."

"It can be."

"So do you know 'cause of death?"

"Nope. Not yet."

"I bet it was poison. What do you think?"

"I think I'd finish this autopsy faster if I wasn't answering questions."

Day 10 with Officer Epstein

"Holly, do you want to play some trivia? I brought my cards." I just stare at him. "I guess not."

Day 12 with Officer Collins

"Nick, I have to ask you something." He looks up at me from the magazine he was reading. Nick has Gail and Chris' gift of being still and observant.

"Yes?"

"Normally I would never ask you this but I'm going to blame this on my state of mind right now. You don't have to answer but I have to ask."

"Okay." He puts the magazine down.

"You left Gail, not once, but twice. I just don't understand how that works. I mean she's going overboard with the hovering but I can't imagine walking away from her, especially if you were so committed that we were going to get married."

He looks at me strangely and then says, "You said 'we'."

"What?"

"You said, 'especially if you were so committed that we were going to get married.'"

I color slightly and say, "I meant you obviously. If you were so committed that you were going to get married. I don't understand leaving her."

"Is that what Gail told you?"

"Well, I know that the second time she 'created an emergency situation to get out of the tree.'" He just looks at me blankly. "It's a Gail metaphor. Suffice it to say, it's not totally your fault."

"I meant about the engaged thing."

"Gail doesn't really talk about it. Most of what I know comes from when we were friends and she was navigating through you and Andy being together."

"I see."

"Like I said, you don't have to answer."

He thinks a moment, "Gail is great. I mean she's weird and bitchy but still great. I know you see it. But we didn't exactly bring out the best in each other. I think we both needed different things from one another. Gail never needed me, or let me correct that, she never let me know she needed me. Does that make sense?"

"Oh yeah."

"The Gail that I see with you, I got glimpses of her, but she wasn't around all the time. I think you're good for her Holly. I think you're good for each other. I'm glad she's happy."

"Thank you. I'm sorry I was rude."

"Anytime and you weren't rude. You were just…sort of Gail-like." He winks at me and I feel better. "You let me know when you get around to 'we' alright?" Dammit. I need some alone time.

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Today is Day 15 and Chloe Price is in my lab. After everything that Gail has said about her, and my current state of mind, I'm almost afraid to be with her today. She is relentlessly perky. She talks almost incessantly, like a running stream or babbling brook or Niagara Falls. She really is quite sweet though. The phone in my lab rings while I'm forearm deep in a chest cavity.

"Holly, do you want me to get that?"

"Yes please."

"Dr. Stewart's Lab. Oh hey Traci. Really? When? Okay. I'll tell her. Yeah. Okay. Bye." She hangs up the phone.

"That was Traci. There's some big shot profiler coming in to interview you and look at the evidence we have so far. She'll be here any minute. Traci is calling the security desk to clear her but she wanted to give us a heads up."

I have an irrational fear. "Did they say a name?"

"Dr. Thompson I think."

"No. No. No. No. That can't be the name." I almost put my head in my hands before I realize what I'm doing.

Gail

The past two weeks have been hell. The idea of something happening to Holly, something I have no control over, is awful. I'm not even sure I was this scared in that basement. No. Scratch that. That's an exaggeration. But if I knew Holly would be okay, I'd go back into that basement. In a heartbeat. That's the God's honest truth. The problem is no one is sure where the danger is coming from, or if there is even any "real danger." Sam and Traci interviewed Melissa as soon as they could. We've had her under surveillance. They've checked all her bank records, phone records, hell we even got a search warrant for her electronic devices. The only flower order they found was for the 72 long stem red roses that she ordered and had delivered with that stupid card.

I want to be with Holly every minute. Oliver insisted that I could not be assigned to the lab. He said we both needed a break from each other. He means that Holly needs a break from me. He told me if it was Celery he'd be smothering her and driving her insane and he knows I'm doing the same thing to Holly. He said it makes us great cops, but not great when someone we love is in crisis. He reminded me of what happened to him when his daughter Izzy was in trouble. I relented but demanded that I be kept in the loop on the investigation. He agreed and he's kept his promise.

I've yelled at everyone, and I mean everyone. When Sam told me to back off I asked him what he'd do if it was Andy. He just looked at me hard and walked away. I've even considered asking my mother for help, and if I thought she'd actually be useful, I'd swallow my pride and make a deal with the devil to make sure Holly was safe. I have to say though, I know everyone is doing everything that they can to make sure Holly is safe. Nick even took a shift on his day off and I know he doesn't need the overtime. I'm grateful, I really am. I'm just so sick with worry. It'd be just like the universe to fuck with me this way once I've finally gotten happy.

I'm at my desk when Traci walks up. "Hey, just wanted to let you know that we got that profiler to come and look at the evidence that we have. She's also going to review any cases that Holly has been involved with to determine whether or not anyone connected to them is likely to be doing this."

"That's great. When will she be here?"

"She should be at the lab now. She went over straight from the airport."

"You think I could be there for this? I'd really like to be there for Holly if she needs me."

"I don't see why not. I'm sure Oliver will make an exception this time."

"I'll be back in a bit. I'm going to take my lunch there."

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I walk into the morgue and begin my search for Holly. I check her office first, just in case she's there, I want just a minute alone with her to touch her and make sure she's okay. Just that moment I need to settle myself. I walk to her door and she's there, gloriously alive and well, with her back to me, in that lab coat. I walk up behind her and wrap my arms around her waist. She stiffens.

I put my lips to her ear and say, "God, you even make this lab coat look sexy. You wanna lock the door and tell me about my pelvic muscles?" She laughs.

"What do you want to know about your pelvic muscles?" She responds.

"Gail?" I hear from the doorway. I turn to see Holly, her hands in her lab coat pockets standing at the door to her office. I turn the woman in my arms around and it's Holly too. Wait. Not Holly. Same hair, same mole, the eyes, the glasses are different or maybe it's the eyes themselves. She's wearing a suit, not the outfit that Holly was wearing this morning. Holly at the door is in that outfit. I look back and forth between them stupefied. I take a step back from Not Holly.

Not Holly begins to laugh again. She reaches out a hand to me, "You must be Gail Peck. I'm Isabelle Stewart Thompson, Holly's twin." She turns to Holly. "Little Sister, I'm worried about your pillow talk. She just asked me to tell her about her pelvic muscles."

If I had just had to give a speech in parade naked, I wouldn't be more embarrassed than I am at this moment. My face feels so red, that I'm hot now. Actually, I feel a little dizzy. I sit down heavily in Holly's visitor's chair. Holly says, "Izzy play nice."

"You know, she did tell me I make the lab coat sexy. She seemed surprised by it. Perhaps you don't make it look quite as good as I do."

Holly narrows her eyes, "Izzy."

"Fine. I'll stop teasing her. You didn't mention me did you? I think she's in shock."

I recover enough to speak. "She said sister. Never mentioned the words 'identical' 'twin' or 'coming to visit'." I turn to Holly. "Those are pretty important pieces of information to mention. You might want to let your girlfriend know so she doesn't make a fool of herself."

"I didn't know she was coming until Chloe told me there was a profiler coming and said her name." Holly responds.

"Why are you wearing a lab coat?" I ask Not Holly, I mean Isabelle.

"Because this outfit is Armani and I like to be prepared."

"Hold up. You're the profiler? How is that possible?"

"Well, not technically. No one realized Holly was my sister but even I'm not that arrogant so I'm assisting Morgan Stevens, my colleague, with the case. Typically, I take the lead and he assists me but he's perfectly capable and I trust him with my life. But no one was shutting me out if there was a possibility that Holly was in danger." We share a meaningful look.

"I'm sorry about…before. I wasn't expecting anyone but Holly to be in her office wearing her lab coat looking like Holly."

"Understandable." She replies.

"So should I call you Isabelle?" I ask.

"That's fine in a professional situation. Almost everyone in the family calls me Izzy though, and from what Holls tells me, you're practically family."

"Almost?"

"My mother insists on calling me 'Belle'"

A thought occurs to me. "Bell and Holly? Oh my God! This is why you won't tell me when your birthday is! Isn't it Holly? You were born on Christmas or something weren't you?" I ask Holly.

Izzy speaks, "December 24th. My full name is Carol Isabelle." She waits for me to get it.

"Carol of the Bells?"

"That's the one."

I start to laugh. I have no idea whether it's appropriate or not. I honestly don't care. I'm so relieved to have the focus turned away from my own embarrassment. I turn to Holly. "Please tell me that your first name is Deck or Hall or Boughs. Pretty please."

"It is not." She says and draws her lips into a tight line.

I start hopping up and down. "Is your middle name 'Wreath'? No! No! No! It's 'Jolly' isn't it?!" I turn to Isabelle. "Tell me it's Jolly."

Isabelle starts laughing too. "Oh I like her. She's quick and snarky."

Holly finally answers, "It's Garland. It's a family name, unfortunately, and fit with the Christmas theme. Mom was pretty well medicated because there were complications so she thought the names were genius at the time and Dad thought they were too funny to change. Had I been born first, I'd have the almost normal name."

"Most important three minutes of my life Little Sister."

"Holly Garland Stewart" I say.

"Gail, have I mentioned lately that I know at least seventy-five ways to dispose of a body?"

"Is that a threat against a police officer, Lunchbox?"

"A police officer's lunchbox?" Izzy asks in confusion.

"It's her nickname for me. She called me that when we met at a crime scene because she did not recognize that I was carrying a forensic toolkit."

"Your lover's nickname for you is 'Lunchbox'? Oh my God, this is classic!"

Holly looks up at the ceiling and sighs.

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I walk into the parade room later that evening to take part in the profilers' briefing of progress thus far. Not many people are there yet but I spot Dov, Chris, and Nick. I walk over. "Losers, pay attention! Holly has a twin sister who's a profiler. Her last name is different because when she married she took her wife's name to avoid any confusion with their father who's a big shot in the Psych world. It would kinda be like if I got to shed the 'Peck'. Anyway, yes she's a lesbian, and she looks exactly like Holly. I better not hear anything gross or perverted coming from any of you or I will kick you in the balls so hard they'll get lodged in your nostrils." I say and smile.

Nick just smiles back and I remember a little bit why I liked him in the first place. He seems cool with it. Chris and Dov however are staring at me with their mouths open. Chris says, "You just said lesbian twins."

"Shut up. Don't be an asshole." I retort.

"Gail, we're not. Chris was just restating what you said." Dov replies looking at Chris who still resembles a fish.

"Whatever. Just don't get me in trouble with Holly okay?" I say as I sit down. "Or I'll tase you in the balls." There that made me feel better. I smile.

Traci, Steve, and Sam walk into the parade room. Traci shoots me a look as if to say "did you know?" and I just shake my head slightly. Oliver, a guy I don't recognize, who I assume to be Stevens, and Isabelle follow. The guy is Caucasian, about thirty-five I'd guess, with a funny little goatee and a moustache. Slight build, 185 pounds maybe, about 5'10", brown and brown. He looks like my French TA from university. He's wearing a tweed coat with elbow patches, honest to god.

Andy walks in, looks at Isabelle and says, "Hey Holly, didn't know you'd be joining us." Holly and Chloe walk in before Isabelle can correct her mistake. Andy looks between them, her head on a swivel. A classic double-take. From this side of it, I can see how this would be funny. I try to remain stoic because I can sense that Isabelle would be the type of person to bring up another anecdote to relate to this situation and I'd really like to keep the scene in Holly's office between the three of us. So even though I'm enjoying Andy's confusion, I contain my glee. Still, I feel eyes on me and I see Holly watching me. She knows. She's smirking.

Oliver begins speaking, "As you've guessed by now, we have a very special visitor here with us today. Our good doctor has a twin sister, Dr. Isabelle Thompson. Dr. Thompson will be assisting Dr. Morgan Stevens in trying to determine the psychology of our unidentified florist. We believe that today we've eliminated Dr. Melissa Carson from contention which brings up another set of issues.

"We will continue to provide Dr. Stewart protection 24/7. In fact, we will be increasing our presence since we do not know if these flowers are coming from a group or an individual. We will have a visible patrol car outside her residence and the lab and an unmarked surveillance vehicle at her residence at all times. She will be accompanied at all times by a personal security officer, whose top priority is her safety. In the lab, this position will rotate but to keep her more comfortable, Peck will be the officer in her home." He looks at Steve, then back out at us, "Little Peck."

Oliver continues, "The security in the morgue building is being tightened as well. Only badged employees will be permitted in certain areas and un-badged personnel or visitors must be accompanied by a badged morgue employee at all times. This means that anyone who works on the protection detail will get a morgue badge from security. Be prepared to present your badge and a picture ID. We will not have another Ford situation." We all nod in acknowledgment.

Oliver looks over at Holly, "Dr. Stewart's been involved in several high profile cases, some involving possible organized crime players, and is set to testify in several of them in the upcoming weeks. Her safety is our top priority. The brass has authorized any necessary overtime." He turns to look at us, "Any questions?" He steps away from the podium to make way for Dr. Stevens.

"As Staff Sergeant Shaw said, we have been able to eliminate Melissa Carson. She cooperated and agreed to an evaluation. Also, your detectives found no evidence to support that she had ordered any flowers besides the live red ones that were delivered the first day prior to the first black one. We believe that the increasing number of flowers is significant." He looks as Isabelle who nods giving him permission to continue. "The more flowers the more significant whatever they are harbingers of will be."

Andy raises her hand. "Harbingers, sir?"

"A herald, a precursor, McNally" I say. "He means warning. They're being sent as a warning of some type. The more flowers the more serious the warning."

"Yes, exactly, officer Peck. I'm sorry. Usually Dr. Thompson delivers these. I'm more theoretical. Sorry for the arcane vocabulary."

Andy looks at me and I shrug, "Hey, I just knew that last one from watching Lost Girl."

Isabelle laughs and responds, "Morgan is very good at what he does but sometimes I have to translate for him. He forgets that not everyone has six degrees. And please, for the purposes of our investigation, please call us Isabelle and Morgan. We keep it pretty informal.

"We've reached out to specific resources within CSIS and the FBI for any other cases relating to this type of delivery. We should know more later in the week at the latest. Your detectives have reached out but Morgan and I have contacts within the various profiling departments that should be more forthcoming. At least they should be, if they want to stay in my good graces.

"The profile that Morgan has created, and I agree with, is a white male 25-35. Highly organized loner with few friends. Meticulous attention to detail. We know this because Holly's forensic team has found no evidence and I know that they're very good at what they do. Also, the flower stems are cut exactly two centimeters from the end of the bud. Every flower received is the same. The angle of the cut is the same. It's possible that the unidentified subject is using mechanical means to remove the heads and this would explain the precision of the cuts but it is also possible that this is part of the ritual.

"The flowers are very important to the game he's playing. He would anticipate that the flowers and their delivery would intimidate the recipient. The fact that the flowers are delivered every day but at different times of day, would mean that the recipient would be looking over their shoulder all day. Dreading the delivery. This is psychological warfare plain and simple.

"I know I don't have to tell you all this but be on your toes. We believe that whoever is doing this is very serious and very dangerous. Take nothing for granted. Check everything. Questions?"

Oliver moved back to the podium. "I know you all consider Dr. Stewart" he looks over at her and smiles, "Holly, one of our own. I know you will do whatever is necessary to ensure her safety. However, do not take any chances. We do this by the book as much as possible. Everyone be safe out there…"

Before he can dismiss us I raise my hand, "Oliver?"

"Yes, Petulant Peck?"

"What about Isabelle? Won't we need to protect her as well? I mean, she is walking around Toronto with Holly's face." Holly looks over at me and smiles her half-smile. Isabelle looks a little taken aback.

"We have already discussed that and yes we will. She will be staying with Holly in the evenings and will be escorted here in the mornings. We do not believe she'll need protection while she's in the station but we are going to tighten security protocols just in case." I nod. "Any other questions? Well then, assignments are on the board. Be safe out there. Dismissed."

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Holly

Gail is upstairs in the shower. I want to join her, but Izzy and I are trying to decide on what to do for dinner. I'm happy to see her, but siblings are siblings.

"How about Indian?" She asks.

"Not really in the mood for it. Did you tell Mom and Dad?"

"Nope. Not my story to tell. But you're gonna be in so much trouble." She responds and I sigh. "Why didn't you reach out to me? Do you know what it's like to find out that your sister is being stalked through a request that came through professional channels?"

"I didn't know that they would contact you. You're in Vancouver after all."

"What can I say, I'm the best at what I do. Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because it's senseless. It's just flowers. I shouldn't be this rattled by flowers. I feel silly."

"Holls, it's not silly. I really meant it. The flowers are designed to make you feel this way and I'm only here to help. In any way I can."

"I know." I hug her.

"Vietnamese?" She asks.

"The spices give me vivid dreams sometimes."

"Okaaay. What do you want?"

"How about Italian?"

"You know I hate tomato sauce."

"Gail's actually allergic. I was thinking white pizza or pasta. It's been a hectic couple of days for all of us. I think we deserve the comfort food."

"That sounds good." She pauses, "I really do like her. She suits you."

"Really?"

"Yes. She's…I don't really have a word for it, which is odd…sneakily sweet?"

I laugh, "She is, but don't let her know that you know."

"I won't." She laughs. "You know I was really touched that she was worried about me."

"She's like that, she hides it most of the time but it's always there." I pick up the phone to order. I know exactly what my sister and Gail would want. I speak to the same woman I always do at the little place on the corner. They tell me that it'll be about 45 minutes. I relay that to Izzy and take a drink of my bottle of water.

Izzy speaks, "So, you said she was gorgeous, you didn't do her justice though. How's the sex?"

I almost spew water on the counter. "You did that on purpose."

"Maybe. So c'mon, before she gets out of the shower. I need details."

"No details, but it's by far and away the best sex I've ever had."

"Even better than the American soccer player?"

"God yes."

"Have you told her you love her?"

"Yes."

"And? It's like pulling teeth with you. And?"

"Actually, she told me first. You know we were broken up, well after the concussion incident we got back together and she told me after our first official date."

"You're happy then?"

"More than I've ever been in my life. She's beautiful, smart, funny, sarcastic, sweet, and thoughtful. Though she hides 'sweet, and thoughtful' a lot."

"I'm glad you're happy."

"How's Tori?" I ask about Isabelle's wife, who's a surgeon in Vancouver.

"Pregnant actually. We found out a while ago but have been waiting to tell folks until she was out of her first trimester."

"Oh my God! I'm going to be an aunt! Congratulations!" I hug her.

"Thanks, but you haven't heard the best part yet. Twins!"

"Twins?"

"Yep. They run in Tori's family too."

I hug her again. "I'm so happy for you both Izzy! So happy for you both!" I start to cry. I hear Gail coming down the stairs and I start wiping the tears away.

Gail looks at us both assessing the situation. "Did you pick on her and make her cry Izzy?"

"I'm going to be an aunt Gail! Izzy's wife, Tori, is having twins!"

A smile breaks across her face then and she looks at Izzy, "Congratulations!"

Izzy looks back at her and says, "I expect you to be the cool aunt." I feel my chest constrict. Gail is the first one of my girlfriends that Izzy has made the effort to include in her life. I'm so happy in this moment. Izzy is making sure that Gail feels like part of the family. I smile at her in gratitude and love.

Gail makes a face and says, "Of course. Did you think it would be the super-nerd here?" and hugs me tightly then kisses my cheek. "Lunchbox, we have to get something Star Wars for our first baby gift because Star Wars is cool."

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Gail

Holly and I are in her bedroom later that night getting ready for bed. Holly has just pulled on my ratty Police Academy t-shirt over some loose cotton shorts when I begin speaking, "I like your sister. She's you, but not you, you know?"

"I guess?" She arches her eyebrow.

"I mean, I don't like her like I like you. That's not what I mean. I mean…arghh…I mean I usually hate people and I don't hate her."

"I see. You know, most people usually warm up to Izzy first. She's more outgoing than I am. More of a people person, more self-confident, more carefree, more fun. In high school, she was everyone's favorite twin."

"Holly…"

"No. I know you don't mean it that way. I'm just letting you know okay? Izzy can't help it. She's just…just Izzy, but I just wanted to tell you."

"Well, you're definitely my favorite." I say as I walk over to her and put my hands on her hips.

"How do you know?"

"I think Izzy and I are too much alike to get along. She has a mean streak doesn't she?" I tilt my head like Holly does trying out her Jedi mind trick on her.

"I like to think of it as a mischievous streak but yes, she can be caustic."

"I knew it!" I pull her into a loose embrace. I look into her eyes and say, "You're the most wonderful person I've ever met. You're smart, and you're sexy, in a sexy librarian way, and who knew, that's…that's my thing, I'm different with you. I'm better with you. You make me want to be better."

"That's the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me."

"Yeah well. Don't get used to it. Now, there is only one Stewart in this house that I want to share a bed with and you're her. You are Holly right? This isn't some twin mischief?" I say to lighten the mood.

"Yes Gail. I'm Holly." She says as she sighs.

"How do I know?" I smirk at her. "What is the first thing you ever taught me?"

"Medical jurisprudence?" She says as she purses her lips.

"No Holly, diatoms. You taught me about diatoms." I lean into her neck and rub my nose along the underside of her jaw.

"Huh. I thought it was about medical jurisprudence." She replies as I begin to trace the underside of her jaw with my tongue.

"Do you really want to argue with me right now?" I say as I nip at her neck gently with my teeth.

"No, that's not what's coming to mind."

"Do you think you can be quiet?"

"Probably not." She says as she pulls me into a kiss. I feel her tongue in my mouth, so sweet and insistent. She puts her hands under my shirt and her fingers splay across the small of my back pulling me toward her and the bed. I grab the hem of the Academy T-Shirt and pull it over her head. I nudge her backward and she sits on the bed.

"As long as you're sure that you don't care if your sister hears us." I say unbuttoning my shirt slowly one button at a time. She is watching the movement of my hands intently. I unclasp my bra from the front and shrug out of it. I unceremoniously drop my pants and underwear.

"Gail?"

"Yes?" I reply waiting for her to look me in the eyes.

She does and says, "That's the last time we're going to talk about my sister tonight."

"Whatever you say." I respond as I push her back on the bed. I pull off her shorts quickly. She pushes herself up on the bed more, bending her legs and pushing off with her feet. I follow her my hands roaming all over her naked body. This time isn't going to be about love or affection even though it's there. It's going to be about need. We both need this. We need to feel alive. We need to feel connected. It's going to be desperate, and when I feel her fingers enter me I know it's going to be quick as well. I move my hand down her stomach and across her mound. I enter her and she's so wet, so ready. She responds by pushing into me harder. "Oh! You feel so good baby."

"Which part? My hands or my core?" She responds breathlessly.

"Both" I manage as I arch my back involuntarily responding to her touch. I want to curse. I want to scream but I really am shy about the possibility that someone from Holly's family could hear us. I manage to bury my head in her neck and bite down where her neck meets her shoulder to muffle the scream that accompanies my orgasm. Holly, evidently has no such concerns. As soon as I regain my hearing I hear her excited cries.

As the last shockwaves move through her body she looks into my eyes sheepishly. "Hey there"

"Hey" I say and kiss her.

"I love you."

"I love you more."

"I love you better." She smiles at me.

"No arguments here. Let's get some sleep Nerd." I say, as I lay on my back so that Holly can lay her head on my chest over my heart while I hold her. "Sweet dreams Baby." I say, as I kiss the top of her head.

A/N – I have friends who are, in fact, lesbian twins and the hug actually happened. One of the girlfriends hugged the wrong twin from behind and said something suggestive. We still kid her about it. :D Hope you enjoyed Chapter 7.