Hey Folks,

So here it is, Rainbows, Unicorns, and Sex not necessarily in that order. This chapter is rated M for mature. I hope you like it.

A couple of things. I read something on Tumblr about Vonnegut's rules for smut where he recommended not using overly technical descriptions for the body. I think, in general, this is a good rule. However, when you're in the head of a Forensic Pathologist it's difficult to adhere to that. I can't pretend Holly Stewart does not have an intimate, encyclopedic knowledge of human anatomy. Hopefully, it's not too distracting. I also happen to think that Gail enjoys this aspect of Holly and thinks it's hot. See Chapter 5 where I worked Sternocleidomastoid into the sex scene. Call me crazy.

Also, my beta wanted me to end it before we got to the unicorn but I had promised you all unicorns. So if the last of the chapter is awkward, that's all me. Mistakes are all mine. Rookie Blue is not.

Oh, and the brand of Peanut Butter from chp 9 is North Shore Goodies. Thank you all so much for the Faves, Follows, and Reviews. I don't have words for what they mean to me.

Gail

I'm in a relationship with a ruthless femme fatale. It's been four weeks since the shooting. No sex. Oh, I have attempted to have it, but she 'doesn't want to hurt' me. I have a case of blue clit. What?! That's totally a thing.

We had that beautiful wonderful weekend of the most amazing, most incredible sex and then that Monday the flowers started coming. Then her sister came, and while neither of those things stopped the sex, it certainly slowed down a bit. The universe loves to fuck with me.

Sunday before last, after we got home from my parents' house, I dragged Holly upstairs past Izzy with a hurried "Night Iz." When we got into the bedroom, I began stripping her, knowing that she had on that incredible set of white lace under her clothes. Her declaration of love about me to my mother still ringing in my ears, I may have been a bit ambitious about what exactly my body was ready to do. She was responding to me and nibbled on my neck causing me to gasp in pleasure. Unfortunately, my ribs weren't ready to handle sudden movement yet. My gasp of pleasure turned into a hiss of pain and she's been actively torturing me ever since.

Case in point, earlier this week, she wore a particularly sexy outfit to bed. I think she wants me to implode. She had on scrub pants and an old cream-colored Henley top that hung loosely off of her body except her breasts. It was so worn it was almost transparent, and I could see her dusky brown nipples through it. The Henley was cut off on the bottom and her scrub pants fell loosely on her hips showing off her incredible stomach and those two hollows between her hips and her abs. What is that called? It's lower than her waist. I wanted to drag my teeth across them, and lick and suck there until she writhed under me begging me to go lower. I called her out on it though.

"You're torturing me on purpose."

"What?" She looks at me as she pulls the covers down on her side of the bed.

"That outfit. You're doing this on purpose. It's not nice to tease the animals." I say and cross my arms over my chest. She just starts laughing.

"Gail, I am not trying to torture you. I have on an outfit that covers me almost completely. This shirt is from undergrad. It's well over a decade old. I'm wearing scrubs from my externship year in med school."

"What about your midriff? You're showing off there." I point waiving my finger more than I meant to.

"What?" She looks down. "That's like maybe two centimeters."

"And your nipples, I can see your nipples through your shirt." I point again.

"You've seen my nipples before Gail. In fact, I happen to know you're intimately acquainted with them." She arches that eyebrow at me and gives me a smug look.

"You won't let me visit" I pout.

"Honey, believe me, this tortures me at least as much as it does you, but I won't hurt you. We're waiting until you've healed properly. I won't risk hurting you again. I can only blame the stress of meeting your mother for even letting it get to that point that night."

I just glared at her. She begins again, "Honey, when you're ready, you'll get tired of me trying to get into your pants."

I rolled my eyes in response.

Today, I'm still on desk duty and God help Oliver, he's put Price on with me. Why, I'm not sure.

"Gail, how are you feeling today?" Princess asks me.

"I'd be better if I didn't have your annoying voice in my ear Princess Anna." I respond not looking up from my paperwork at her.

"We should totally dress up on Halloween! You can be Elsa and I can be Anna! You've seen Frozen! What did you think of it? I'm totally flattered that you think of me as Anna. She's so perky."

"Shut up. Oh my God, shut up." I knew watching Frozen with Sophie was going to bring me nothing but heartache. In the past few weeks, I haven't been able to see Sophie at all. I didn't want to endanger her. However, this week I was finally able to see her. There is a family that's very interested in adopting her. I've met them. I've run background checks on them. They seem very nice. We discussed it when I visited her at the home this week. Sophie's very excited. So much so, that I let her enthusiasm sweep me along into agreeing to watch Frozen. I return my thoughts back to Chloe. "You know, you're lucky I let you live after not giving me a heads up about Izzy. I wouldn't push it if I were you."

"Who knew you were going to pounce on her like a hyena on a dead water buffalo?" She replies

I look over at her incredulously, "That was a little dark for you."

"Too much Discovery channel. Dov and I have been on separate schedules. I'm trying to keep myself occupied but I'm itchy if you know what I mean."

"Yeah, well if you're itchy, I have poison ivy." I respond before I realize what I've said.

She turns to me with an astonished look on her face. "Oh wow. Gail, I'm sorry. I guess because you've still got the rib issue huh? You know, after I was shot, I had Nick talk to Dov. I totally understand where you're coming from."

"I don't think having Nick explain my needs to Holly is going to go over too well. Do you?" I curl my lip at her.

"Guess not." She pauses to think for a second. "I could. You know, talk to her."

"You will pretend that I have not spoken for the last five minutes. You will pretend that this conversation never happened because that's totally what I'm going to do. Also, if you're going to shoot rainbows out your ass about something that you think is soo cute, or sooo sweet, or sooo something, give me some warning. Understand?" I fix her with a glare. She begins staring at something over my left shoulder.

"Warning." Chloe smiles at me.

I turn to see Holly. "Hey you," she says and smiles a full smile. It's dazzling.

"Hey," I respond with a smile of my own. "What are you doing here?" I say as I turn to her and stand.

"Remember when you said you'd take me away when this was all over? Even somewhere sunny?" She says as she walks to me and holds my hands in hers.

"Yeah," I answer cautiously.

"So I'm here to ask you." She says and when I continue to stare at her she finishes, "I'm here to ask you go away with me."

"Sure. I just need to know when and clear it with Oliver. Maybe we could check tonight and see if we can find some cheap flights. Do you know where you want to go?"

"Sorry. You misunderstood me. I mean right now. Will you go with me right now?"

"Holly, I…I have to finish my shift and I haven't asked for any time off…"

"Actually, I'm here to finish your shift Gail." Chloe says to me and smiles.

"Honey, I talked to Oliver already. You have the time off. I've booked our tickets. I even packed you a bag." Holly says and squeezes my hands. "I wanted to pamper you and I didn't want you to over-think it. What do you say?"

"Where are we going?" I ask.

"Do you really care?" She purses her lips at me.

"No. I don't." I squeeze Holly's hands and turn to Chloe. "Price, it's all yours." We walk to the locker room hand in hand.

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After I change out of my uniform we walk outside 15 and Rodney is waiting with his car to take us to the airport. Once there, I'm a bit shocked to learn our destination. We're headed to Miami.

"Miami?"

"Only for tonight."

"Baby, did you remember to get my passport?"

"Of course." She responds as we head toward security.

We have first class tickets. At my silent inquiry, her response was, "Given your propensity to consume copious amounts of alcohol I thought this was the cheapest option. I made sure liquor beverages were included." I just smile at her and wave the flight attendant over for a tiny bourbon.

When we get to Miami, we take a taxi to a five-star hotel. We're greeted by a contingent of bellhops and porters. You know what, I don't know what they called them, but they were in uniform and they took our bags up to the room while we had dinner in the nicest of the three hotel restaurants. I had a steak that melted in my mouth, and Holly had some sort of tofu dish disguised as stir fry.

Once we finally get to our suite, she pushes me in the shower and tells me that we're going to go out dancing and promises to lay my clothes out for me. I'm a little tipsy and very full from dinner. I try to convince her to shower with me but she refuses. The shower is huge. There's a "rain" setting on a showerhead in the ceiling. There is a wall of showerheads that spray your body from all angles. I turn the water on cold at one point just because I'm not entirely sure where this evening is going and I don't think my body can handle all the anticipation without slowing it down somewhat.

I think about exiting the bathroom naked but decide against that too and put on a fluffy white hotel robe. I walk out and see Holly getting her bathroom bag out of her suitcase. She turns to me and I see her eyes fire, like an ember and then it's gone. She wants me, but she's holding back still.

"Hey, did you leave me any hot water?"

"A little." I say as she walks past me with a bundle of clothes.

"I'm going to take these into the bathroom to change. That way you can have fun getting ready." She winks at me.

"Funny."

"I love you." She says as she closes the door.

I walk over to the bed and my strapless blue mini dress is laid out on the bed. She has my makeup bag from home on the vanity outside the bathroom. I scan the contents of my suitcase. Not bad. It seems to be a mix of very casual and dressy clothes. There's even a bathing suit. I wonder where we're headed tomorrow and when she found the time to do all of this. I mean how did she even get in my apartment?

I walk to the vanity and begin to put on my makeup. Then I fix my hair. I shimmy into my dress and then put on my shoes. I examine the results in the full-length mirror. Not bad. Not bad at all. The dress is roughly the same size as a postage stamp and looks like it's torn between covering my crotch and covering my tits. Oh well, Holly picked it out. I hope it's appropriate for wherever we're going. Finally, I put on my lipstick.

Holly opens the bathroom door wearing the pants and shoes she wore to Frank and Noel's wedding but this time with a white v cropped halter blouse with a metal choker neckline. It ties in the back and other than the tie around her middle and the one around her neck her back, her luscious, luscious back is on display. I can see it in the mirror behind her. I'm not sure where to look. It looks like miles of her abs are on display, her collar bones are peeking out from under the top, and her lean muscular arms are competing for attention. My mouth starts to water. Evidently, my reaction to Holly is literally Pavlovian.

She looks me over, clears her throat, and says, "Gail you look delicious. Though I'm not sure I want to take you out of here in that outfit. We might get arrested."

"Oh Fuck this!" I say as I reach for her and kiss her passionately, wrapping one hand around her neck and tangling one hand in her hair, pressing her firmly up against the wall in one swift movement.

Holly

Oh sweet baby Jesus on a pogo stick, Gail can kiss. You'd think I'd be used to it by now, but it's like a drug. Doing it just makes me want to do it again, and more often, see if she can get me as high as she did last time. She does. Every time, I fall a little further into her. Lost in her lips, her tongue, her hands, her breasts that my hands ache to touch. I run my hands up her torso, along that blue dress that seems to perfectly match her eyes. I feel her nipples pebble against the palms of my hands. She takes in a sharp breath and I'm brought back to my senses.

"Gail, Gail, we need to stop." I say as I pull my lips from hers.

"No we don't." She says as she moves her mouth to my neck, nipping just below my mandible on the sensitive skin there. She continues to kiss my neck and then moves to my right ear so she can whisper, "Holly, I want you so badly. You look incredible. I can't wait another minute. I'm fine I swear. No pain whatsoever. Unless, you count this throbbing between my legs. Are you ready for me, Baby?" She follows this by tracing her tongue along my ear and then sucking on my earlobe.

"Yes" I moan as I clutch the back of her dress.

Kissing my neck again, she trails her hands down my sides, her fingertips running over my External Obliques. Then they trace along the crest of my ilium running over the skin just above. Finally, moving lower to unbutton my pants and pushes her hand inside into what would have been embarrassing a moment ago but now I could care less. I want her so badly.

Her response is to groan. "You're so wet, Holly. Is this for me?" She says as she kisses along my Clavicle.

"Yes."

"What do you want Baby? Tell me." She says as she looks into my eyes.

"I want you to touch me."

"How?"

"I don't care. Just touch me, Gail. Touch me. I need you."

She pulls her hand from my pants and then pulls back still looking me in the eye. She puts her fingers to her mouth and sucks on them. I moan in response. She pushes my pants down my hips, bending from the waist so that she can lick and bite my abdomen. I put my hand on her back to steady myself as I pull my right foot out of the pants. She leaves the pants around my left foot. Then she sinks to her knees in front of me.

My mind goes, for the first time in my adult memory, blank. I'm standing there in a lust induced haze watching what has to be the most desirable woman I've ever known, kneel in front of me. I'm grateful for the wall at my back. She looks up at me and smiles. My breath hitches. Her eyes are dark with arousal. "I've got you Holly. I'm going to take care of you but I couldn't wait another moment to taste you." And with that, she dips her head and puts her mouth on me, all the while looking up at me with those eyes. Those eyes that I can read like a well-worn book. I see love, desire, and wonder. Her eyes are my favorite thing about Gail. They convey to me that there's nothing and no one she'd rather be doing in that moment. That thought, and pressure of her lips and tongue on me, causes a rush of arousal which is greeted by a moan from Gail as she licks and sucks me into a frenzy. I raise my right leg over her shoulder to give her more access. She pushes her fingers into me. My hips begin to undulate on their accord. I'm riding her mouth and fingers. I've never in my life had an orgasm standing up. I've done things sure, but never actually made it. However, I know that she's about to take me there. I grab the back of her head to hold her in place where I need her. "Gail, baby, I'm close. Oh. My. God. Shit. Fuck. Ohhhhhhhhh." I catch a glimpse of us in the mirror. Gail's head moving between my legs, my leg draped over her shoulder. It's hypnotic. I pull her closer into me. She increases the pressure on my clit. Suddenly, the first wave rolls over me and I scream her name as I come undone as wave after wave of the orgasm wash through me.

I'm not sure if my leg can continue to hold me up but she moves my right leg back to the ground and raises up. The next thing I know, she's guiding me to the couch in the room but instead of the front she moves my hands to the back of the couch so that I'm bending over it. She caresses my butt with her hands and then pushes herself against me. I'm still in a haze from the first round but unexpectedly, I'm ready again. She puts one hand on the small of my back and the other along the inside of my thigh. She trails her hand over the wetness between my legs and asks me, "What do you want?"

"I want you to fuck me." I say, a little stunned by my barefaced need.

"Oh my God" she growls. "Yes. Yes."

She enters me with her thumb moving it in and out slowly. Pushing against me with her body at the end of every thrust. I feel full. I feel wanton. I feel like I'm with the sexiest woman on earth. She's driving me mad. My knees are getting weak. I don't know how much longer I can remain standing.

"Faster" I manage to pant out. She complies. I can feel myself getting impossibly wetter. I begin to tighten around her thumb. Then she curls her fingers around me and rubs my clit. It's too much. I can't hold back the tidal wave of sensation.

My entire body spasms like I'm having a seizure. I feel as though I've been lit on fire. It's like no orgasm I've ever had in my life. White heat spreads from my center throughout my body. I call out but I'm not sure what I said. I'm completely overwhelmed by sensation.

I'm vaguely aware of moving through the room after my orgasm subsides. The next thing I know I'm naked from the waist down on the big king-sized bed with Gail curled up around me. I look up at her in awe.

"That was totally hot." She says to me.

"You know, I question if I ever actually had sex before you." I say as I reach up to cup her cheek. "You are amazing."

"All you Baby. All you." She says to me, mirroring my comment to her at her parents' house.

"So what do you want?" I ask as I trace the neckline of her dress along her breast.

"I don't care."

"Honey, you've been after me to have sex for the past two weeks. Surely, you have some ideas." I smirk at her.

"Not really. I'm more of an 'in the moment' kinda gal. Besides, I'm so turned on right now, if you touch me, it's going to be over in two seconds. You are the sexiest woman I've ever met..."

"I beg to differ."

"Anyway," she says as she kisses me sweetly on the lips "you sorta just fulfilled a couple of fantasies of mine. So, I'm good for the moment."

"Really?" I say and arch my eyebrow at her.

"Yeah, but it's not like I planned it out or anything. I mean that outfit drove me to it." She blushes. It starts on her chest and moves up her neck. She's adorable and delicious.

"Oh really?" I say as I maneuver her onto her back.

"Well, yeah. I mean it was okay wasn't it?"

"Gail, you were here right? I mean it's not like you took advantage of me or anything."

"No! Of course not! I asked you!" She says and I just smile at her. "You're not funny, Holly Stewart."

"I am, but I was just teasing you. You do always ask me what I want. You are a very attentive lover. I trust you Gail. I trust you implicitly. I've never trusted anyone the way I trust you. I love you more than anything."

She looks at me with those eyes, "Holly, I've told you before. I don't have words for what you mean to me but I do love you so much. I just can't explain how much I love you."

"How about, I show you how much I love you?" I ask.

"What do you have in mind?"

"Well, we can order room service. I'll get some champagne up here and we can drink and make love all night instead of going out. But," I pause to see if I've got her attention "you have to promise me that sometime on this trip you'll go dancing with me Gail Peck. I've been dreaming of going dancing with you since I kissed you in that coat room."

"Deal"

I call downstairs and tell them that there's a worthwhile tip in it for whoever can bring us champagne in the next five minutes. I spent more on the tip than the champagne cost on the room service menu but it was worth it. When I closed the door, I turned around and Gail was naked in bed waiting for me draped in the white sheets holding two flutes of champagne.

"Come here." She purrs at me.

I discard the robe I had thrown on when there was a knock at the door. Then I untie my top and let it fall to the floor. Her eyes darken markedly. "You should put the champagne down now Gail." She does, and I crawl up the bed toward her. I move the sheet away from her body so that I can straddle her hips. We're both naked. I run the palms of my hands lightly over her nipples. She inhales sharply and winces slightly. "Gail, are you okay?"

"Holly, if you stop now I'll spontaneously combust. You can't stop." She holds her hands over my hands. "I need you Baby. I need you. I'm aching for you. I'm…" She pulls my right hand down between her legs and whispers in my ear, "I've never wanted anything or anyone the way I want you." She's slick for me and my resolve crumbles but I won't hurt her. I can't hurt her.

I close my eyes, exhale, and say, "Give me a second Honey. Let me make it so I won't hurt you." I slide off her lap and arrange the pillows behind her so that she's supported. She leans back. Then I settle myself between her legs. I begin slowly, softly, and she starts to moan. "You okay?" I lift my head.

"Do. Not. Stop. Whatever happens, do not stop." She says and tugs on my hair playfully. I roll my eyes but resume my cunnilingual duties. I watch her, making sure that she is, in fact, okay. When her hips begin to cant off the bed, I insert two fingers inside her. Her fingers are digging into the sheets. I can see her abdominal muscles straining and quivering. Her breath is coming in short gasps now. I look at her face to see if she's in pain but don't stop. "Oh baby! Baby!" She screams and her body falls over the edge of the orgasm and begins to shudder. I don't stop. I keep going. We repeat the cycle two more times. Each time the interval of spasms lengthens. The last one, she wraps her legs around me with her heels on my back pulling me into her. I moan and she comes apart. "Holy Shit!" After a few moments, she pulls my head away from her. "Stop. Stop. Baby, it's okay. Stop."

I look up at her, "Did I hurt you?"

"No Baby. You didn't hurt me. You were perfect, like always. Come here." She pulls me up to lie down beside her.

"How does your chest feel?" I say as I trace patterns on it lightly with my fingers. "Any soreness? Any sharp pains? Any shortness of breath?"

"I'm fine Dr. Stewart. And I'd bet that most people you've done that to get short of breath at some point." She kisses my nose. I continue running my fingers over her chest. "You like doing that, don't you?"

"I do. Yes." I say, not really looking at her continuing to run my fingers lightly over her chest.

"Why?"

"It's silly."

"Tell me anyway."

"It's the part of you that's most hidden away when you're on duty under that bullet-proof vest. Thank God. The day we met, I was so attracted to you…"

"I knew it!"

"Do you want to hear the story or not?"

"I do. I'm sorry." She kisses me sweetly. "Please continue."

"I was so attracted to you, but you were all bundled up in that coat and the vest and that bulky utility belt. You were so snarky and quick. Had such an incredible mind. You are such a fast learner Gail. Anyway, I knew I wanted to get to know you. I knew by the end of the day you weren't a lesbian, but I told you about me, to warn you, I guess? I didn't want to get rejected by a new friend a few weeks down the road when she found out and couldn't deal with it."

"Okay"

"The night after Frank and Noelle's wedding I had a dream. It was about us. We went dancing and you were in that dress you had on at the wedding. Then we were just talking, like in the lab, but we weren't in the lab, we were in my house, and you were in your uniform. You said something, something sad, and I wanted to comfort you, and I touched your chest. Your vest melted away and I was running my fingers over your chest. And you said, "That's nice Holly. That makes me feel safe." I finally look at her.

"Baby. You do it for me?" She says with tears in her eyes.

"Well, I guess I am, but I have no idea if it works or not. Does it?"

"It does. You make me feel safe." She says as a tear rolls down her cheek.

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Gail

Holly and I made love all night. I didn't want to leave the hotel, and wouldn't have if she hadn't promised that where we were going was better. I can't say that I saw a lot of Miami but I sure had a good time. We went to the airport again and boarded the tiniest plane I have ever seen. Destination -Key West.

We land in the Key West International Airport which I can promise you sounds bigger than it is. We take a taxi to the west side of the Island. We end up on a side street off Duval, which as far as I could tell had a bar every ten feet or so. Key West, other than the sun, is shaping up to be my kind of place. The taxi drops us in front of a two story house, a bit more well-kept than the others I've seen. It looks like it's weathered a lot of storms but it's homey, solid. There's a huge Blue flag with a white unicorn on it. "Wow. These people like unicorns."

Holly just starts laughing. "I'm these people Gail."

"What?"

"You know my last name is Stewart right?" She says. I just look at her. "What's the national animal of Scotland Gail?"

"I'm going to go out on a limb and say the unicorn."

"So smart." She says and kisses me.

"So this is your house Holly?" I ask as she puts a key from her keychain in the door lock.

"My grandparents summer home."