Prompt: "It could be worse."

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"It could be worse."

"How, Holly? How could it possible get any worse?" Gail's voice is tinged with a mix of fear and anger as she frantically searches for an escape route inside the hotels elevator, which jerked to a stop just shy of their floor only minutes ago. "Oh god, we're never gonna get off! We're gonna die!"

Holly stalks over to Gail who is now banging her forehead against the mirror and presses her body up against the frightened woman's back. Holly knows statistics are on their side. There has only been one reported death-by-falling-lift ever.

"Well, there could be cameras in here," she replies, a smirk playfully tugging at her lips. She hikes up Gail's wedding dress and works her hand in between her wife's legs, grazing the backs of her fingers along pale thighs.

"Lunchbox, what are you- Oh!"

"I'm getting you off," Holly whispers in Gail's ear before nibbling on it gently.

Gail throws her head back against Holly's shoulder, gasping when she feels more pressure. "Holly-"

"Shh. The only people that are going to die, honey," Holly's other hand comes up to cup Gail's breast, "are those standing on the other side of that door when it opens. And I promise, it will open."

And that is all the reassurance Gail needs before she is grasping the back Holly's neck, turning her head and pulling her into a passionate kiss.