Prompt: "Please put that down, it's not a toy."

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"Please put that down, it's not a toy."

Gail is in the midst of rolling her eyes when the heart almost slips from her fingers. Shit! Regretting her decision to let Holly choose what activity they did first this evening, she puts it down.

"Knowing you you'll just lose it." Holly pushes her custom-made magnifying glasses to the top of her head and looks up. "Just last week I found your black lace panties inside the pots and pan drawer."

"They weren't lost, Holly. That's where I keep them. That's where they belong." Gail attempts to look nonchalant despite how ridiculous she knows she sounds. She also has no freaking idea why her panties were in the pots and pans drawer, unless she was cooking naked in her sleep again. Not giving Holly an inch, she adds, "I hope you put them back."

Holly just smirks, drops her magnifying glasses back onto her nose, and gets back to work.

As Holly concentrates- all too seriously, Gail thinks- on the body lying on the table, Gail scowls as she fights the urge to pick up a bone. A mischievous grin appears on her face when an idea pops into her head. She decides it's time to teach her anal-retentive girlfriend a lesson.

Thinking herself a genius, Gail casually leans forward and-

"I can see what you are doing," Holly says without looking up, just as Gail's fingers are about to reach for the bone. "You're a trained cop. I would've thought you'd've learned how to be covert."

Gail retreats and blows out one long, annoyed sigh. "Is it my turn yet?"

"Patience my young padawan, you know the rules." Alas, Holly speaks to soon. She is in the chest cavity when the body makes a noise. She quickly extricates her hands and holds them up in the air like somebody has pulled a gun on her. "Shit!"

"My turn, my turn!" Gail singsongs, and now its Holly's turn to let out an annoyed sigh.

Holly relinquishes her position and removes her magnifying glasses before offering them to Gail who refuses them. "What about these?" She holds out the special tweezers she uses for extracting foreign objects from corpses.

"I'm fine using the shitty plastic ones." Gail smiles at her adorable nerd. "This is Operation, not one of your disgusting autopsies. Besides, you're such a cheater having worn those glasses."

Before Holly has a chance to defend herself, Gail has removed the Adam's apple, the funny bone, the pencil, and the wrench, winning herself the game.

"How on earth did you do that?" Holly asks, not believing what she just witnessed.

"What can I say, doctor. I have some very talented hands." Smugness oozes from every pour in Gail's body as she holds them up to admire them. "Since I won it's only fair that I get to choose what we do next."

"And what prey tell is that?" Holly smirks as she slumps back against the couch. She already knows that whatever her girlfriend comes up with will likely require them both to be naked. She is so predictable.

"Since you chose to play doctor, it's my turn to play nurse." Gail wiggles her eyebrows provocatively.

And there it is.