Thanks for the continuous support and messages. I love it all.
Have had a few bad days here, so I decided Gail would continue to be a bit naughty to make me feel better. Well that's my official excuse. Their second date date will totally happen next chapter though.
Enjoy, or not. Whatever floats your boat ;)
I really hate how my ass looks in these sweatpants!
I put my hairbrush on top of the dresser and I turn to Holly who is lying in the middle of my bed with her back up against the headboard, while she plays with her phone. Look at her! She makes sweatpants look good! Or maybe I am suddenly biased when it comes to anything 'Holly'? I cock my head sideways and study her some more. Nope! Pretty sure it's just a fact. She looks hot! Period!
"May I help you with something?" she says, playfully smirking, not taking her eyes away from her phone.
"What do I have to do for you, or to you, for you to tell me why I look like a gym junkie has thrown up on me?" I inquire as I tie my hair back into a loose, somewhat, messy ponytail.
She drops her phone on the bed beside her and puts her hand up into a V shape under her chin and cheekily taps her finger against her cheek. "Hmm, that's going to take some serious thought on my part. What could you do for me..." she ponders.
"Holly!" I warn and she raises her hands in the air.
"Fine!" she concedes. "Though I will take a rain check on that at a later date!" she assures me with a heavy sigh. "You are wearing them because you need to have something comfortable and warm to sleep in."
"Because, I... Okay? I'm confused, I didn't realise I wasn't coming home tonight," I say as I place my hands on my hips and she starts to look a little rattled.
"I'm not some sort of creeper, okay?" she exclaims.
"Okay..." I laugh. "What on earth are you on about?"
"I called Traci earlier and asked her what shift you were on tomorrow, and she said afternoon 'til late. So, I just thought... I promise, it's totally above board and will be worth all the pain of wearing sweatpants out in public!" she says. At this point I am not sure why I even asked, she basically had me at 'creeper'. She is so weird. Why is her face so scrunchy?
"Okay, you have to stop stressing! I don't want that big nerd brain of yours to get damaged and not remember me in the morning," I laugh.
She shakes her head vigorously. "Nope, pretty sure you are probably permanently engrained in there," she says adamantly.
"Is that a scientific fact?"
She puffs some air out her mouth and throws her head back slightly. "Yeah, totally," she grins. "Who knew sweatpants would be such a deal breaker," she harps, rolling her eyes. Yeah you better take note for future outings! "I better take note of that for any future outings," she states to my amusement. You good little mind reader, you.
I turn back around to my dresser and start rummaging through my bottom dresser drawer. "What if I put some shorts on like these," I say as I pull out one of the smallest pairs of shorts I own, and hold them out in front of my hips as I sway side to side, "forego the sweats and wear my jeans over these, then I can strip down later. Would that work? Or for your sanity do you need me to be fully clothed for you to sleep tonight? You will be there to keep me warm, right?" I snicker.
"I -I, yes, I suppose that would work" she responds, her face going slightly red as she sinks down from the headboard until her head hits the pillow.
I walk over to the side of the bed and throw my shorts at her face and I sit down and lean over her on one arm, resting a hand on the other side of her legs.
"You really are quite cute when you're nervous and flustered, you know that, Nerd?"
"So lately that's basically a 24/7 thing?" she groans as she pushes her glasses to the top of her head and rubs her eyes then slowly looks up at me, blinking adorably.
"Mmm..." I murmur as I get on my hands and knees and crawl over her and her body immediately tenses underneath me. "Relax would you?"
"Can't," she says as she sucks in her bottom lip and scratches her nose axiously.
Her phone starts to ring on the bed beside us, and it almost looks like she breathes a sigh of relief, thankful for the interruption. I lean over sideways and look at the caller ID. "It's your new boyfriend," I tease as I hover back above her head.
"New boyfriend?" she queries, so she picks up her phone, reads the ID and sniggers. She looks me in the eye while she answers the phone, brushing a rogue hair behind my ear with her other hand.
"Hi Chris," she says cheerily and I pull a face at her and she chuckles and shakes her head at me.
"No, no, now is fine, what's up?" she asks and I give her my icy glare, the one she loves so much, but I get the same reaction.
"Uh huh," she says and I lean closer and hover around her lips, brushing my nose against her own, but she puts her hand up over my mouth to stop me from what ever she thinks I was about to do next.
"So rude!" I mumble through her fingers. I remove her hand from over mouth and grab hold of her arm and pin it beside her head.
"That sounds like fun," she says and I partially unzip her sweatshirt down from her neck with one hand. The look of surprise momentarily on her face is priceless, but she raises her eyebrows at me and shakes her head again, shifting the phone slightly away from her mouth. "I know what you are doing," she whispers and I smirk. Do you now?
I lower myself down with my arms and she draws in a deep breath as I softly press kisses across her collarbone and I feel her arm wriggle beneath my hand. "Chris, I'm not sure id be any good at that," she sighs as she turns her head to the side exposing her neck. Her breathing starts to audibly increase as I start to pepper kisses around the two freckles at the bottom of her neck. I pull up and watch her chest rise in and out beneath me as she watches me back closely. "I'm sure I can come for a few beers, but..." she says as I lean back down closer to her lips, but she quickly turns her face away smiling as I attempt to kiss her again. You little...
"Fine," I whisper in her ear, before softly biting her earlobe. "I can be interminable with my teasing too," I continue as I push off the bed taking my shorts with me.
I turn away from her and start to gradually edge my sweatpants down my legs and let them fall to my ankles, and then I slowly step out of them. "Chris I -I," she stutters, and I decide to leave them on the floor, bending over at this point is probably not the greatest idea or very lady like of me. Yeah, good one idiot! "Yes, I realise Gail won't be there," I hear her say and I turn around and laugh when I see her glasses are back over her eyes and her hand is swept across her forehead and she takes a very large gulp. I step into my shorts and pull them up around my waist. I lift up my shirt a little higher than I should, who am I kidding? A lot higher than I should, partially exposing the blue lace bra she so kindly picked out for me, so I can see and tie the drawstrings of my shorts. She clambers her way back up the bed so she is leaning against the headboard again. Yes I know I am so evil and I am enjoying this way too much.
"Chris, I have to go, but I'll try and come around by five tomorrow afternoon," she says and she quickly hangs up as I pull up my jeans and she tosses her phone on to the bed in disbelief. "You are... not a nice person," she pouts and I shrug my shoulders.
"So I've been told," I reply.
She scoots down the bed, moving to the edge and sits there as she composes herself for a moment and I put on fresh hoodie.
"How's your boyfriend?" I ask as I sit down beside her.
"Really good, I have a date with him tomorrow, I hope that's okay?" she wonders and I shrug my shoulders again. "Chris invited me over here tomorrow afternoon for his and Dov's gaming party?"
"Ah yes, it's horrible and loud and goes all night," I rumble.
"I said I might come over for a few drinks. That's not too weird for you is it? I know you won't be there so, say the word and I can get out of it," she insists.
"My friends are going to end up liking you more than me anyway, so they may as well start now. I mean Chris is already in love with you, obviously," I say as I roll my eyes and she elbows me in the arm.
"Yeah well, I can't blame the guy, I am pretty awesome," she gloats as she takes off her glasses and starts cleaning them with her sweatshirt. I agree. I lean over and kiss her on the cheek to her surprise. "What was that for?" she asks.
"For being awesome." I reply and I begin to put my boots on. "Actually, tomorrow night, I was going to ask if I could..." I pause as I pull my second boot on and decide whether or not this actually is a good idea.
"If you could?" she says, urging me to finish my current chain of thought.
"Crash at your place? I'm going to be wiped after I finish at two in the morning, and as I said, it's going to be quite noisy back here, so... shit! I..." Is that asking too much?
"You can crash," she interrupts, "I will only stay there for a couple of drinks, so I will be back pretty early. I will most likely be asleep by that time, so you will have to let yourself in. I have to get up at four AM to catch a plane."
"Trying to escape from me already? Where are you going?" I ask as I reposition myself on the bed so I am facing her.
"New York, for a conference. I only got the go ahead this afternoon." Why does this sound familiar?
"Is this the Crimes Against Women conference?" I ask.
"Yeah, that's the one." Oh, Christ.
"And I suppose you are presenting something?" I assume.
"Not really, I am going to be part of a couple of panels with seven other people I think, I don't know all the details, but my boss and I and a few detectives and higher ups are all coming in from Toronto to answer questions about how we do things here. We are superior after all. Where did you hear about it?" she asks.
"My mother has spoken about it." I say as I scratch my head and suddenly start smiling. This is so typical.
"What you smiling about?" she asks and I grin and shake my head.
"You are going to have such a great time with my mother!" I laugh and she looks at me with wide eyes as the blood drains from her face as her mouth drops open.
"The higher ups?" I remind her. "It's actually quite likely she even chose you for this," I tell her as I rest my hand under her chin to close her jaw shut.
"But why would she do that?" Holly says dumbfounded. "Does she have the gift of foresight like you? I got the invitation weeks ago," she laughs.
"No, you noob. In Toronto, are you one of the best in your field?" I ask.
"I spose..." she draws out.
"Well there you go then. You got Pecked. Get it? Pecked/picked?" I say as I slap my thigh. I'm so funny sometimes, even if I immediately explain my jokes.
"Why are you laughing right now? You should be freaking out like me," she says as she rubs her temples like she got an instant headache.
"Well I'm not the one who has to hang around her for... wait, how long is it?" I ask.
"Four days, oh god," she exhales as she comes to the realisation that her world may end and she the falls backwards on to the bed."
"Four days is a hell of a long time to be around a Peck, especially my mother," I state. Me however, ah who am I kidding? I am probably just as bad.
"Does your mother talk about you guys a lot?" she whines. What does that mean?
"Yes, incessantly. What's that got to do with anything? She doesn't know who or what you mean to me," I announce, a little surprised at my choice of words.
"Well anytime she mentions your name all I'm going to be doing is picturing you in your underwear. Then I will get all embarrassed and nervous and she will think I am a complete lunatic."
"That's an interesting admission," I laugh.
"Well it's all I have been thinking about the past thirty minutes, and I am assuming it will continue for the next five days until I see you again or I see something better," she's giggles with a very pained look on her face, then she covers her face with her hands.
"Whatever gets you through, babe," I laugh and she lifts her head up off the bed.
"Babe?" she questions.
"Trying it on for size," I answer.
"And?" she continues.
"Yeah, don't like it. I prefer nerd," I tell her.
"Mmm..." she exhales.
"Maybe I can engrain some new memories into that filthy brain of yours before you leave," I say as I crawl on top of her again.
"And what precisely does that entail, Officer Peck?"
"I am not entirely sure, we will see where the night takes us," I say as I lean down and kiss her as hard as humanly possible and she takes a firm grip of the belt loops of my jeans and pulls my body down on top of her.
A door slams shut. "Gail, you home?" I hear called from the other room, and I suddenly pause while she lets go of the grip she had on my bottom lip with her teeth.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me. The world hates me today," I proclaim and I look down at her as she grins at me like a goofy child.
"Yup, that'll do it," she laughs. "I think that's our queue to make a move," she says as she pushes me up by the shoulders until I am practically standing.
"I thought I was making a move," I mumble, but it barely registers with her.
"Grab a pillow, will you? I forgot to bring an extra one," she says and I do what she asks and we walk out into the living room where Dov is already sitting on the couch with a beer.
"Hey Dov, how's Chloe doing?" Holly asks.
"Hey guys, didn't realise you were here," he smiles. "Holly, she is doing great! She should be home in no time." Just not here I hope.
"That's great news, Dov," she says with genuine relief and excitement, a trait that I severely lack, but admire in her. I grab my handbag and her hand and I lead her to the front door.
"What have you guys been up to," he says cheekily as he turns around and hangs over the edge of the sofa with a toothy grin. Well it only took nine hours for the pervy comments to start. Something I will have to get used to I suppose, doesn't mean I can't have a little fun.
"What the hell does it look like Dov?" I say as I open the front door and look back at him. "We were obviously having mind blowing sex on your bed, you silly little twat," I tease and I close the door behind us.
"Gail, was that absolutely necessary?" she complains as she leans against the wall.
"One sec," I tell her as I drop her hand and open the front door again. "Hey Dov?" I say as I try and grab his attention away from nothing, because he is staring into space while still hanging over the back of the sofa, his eyes eventually flicking back to me. "I thought you should know that I also did very naughty things to her in the shower, then I took her roughly again on the dining room table. You down with that?" I ask and before he can let out a breathe of air I close the door again.
"I have to look him in the eye tomorrow, Gail!" Holly softly shouts at me as soon as I turn to her. She throws her hands up in the air and walks away from me laughing. Whether or not it's one of those fake pained laughs, I can't tell. "What on earth have I gotten myself into?" she mumbles.
"Nothing good," I laugh. "You have lipstick all over your mouth by the way, just thought you should know."