Prompt: throne


So, it turns out that the hardest part about being on opposite sides of a continent, in different countries, wasn't the communication or the intimacy or the sex.

No.

It was fucking Game of Thrones.

See, they'd started watching together early in their friendship, Holly convincing Gail to sit down and watch the fantasy series with promises of blood and violence and sex.

Television sex, of course, they weren't at that point in their relationship yet. Not at first.

No, that came later.

So, yes, a bottle of tequila at her side, a big bowl of cheese puffs, and the warmth of Holly's thigh against hers, Gail Peck had watched an episode of Game of Thrones.

And she'd loved it.

Holly was forbidden to say anything to anyone, of course; and it's not like Gail was going to cop to enjoying a show she'd dubbed Game of Dorks when Chris and Dov and Chloe had marathoned episodes of it last year. But she really, really did enjoy it.

That one episode in the first season? She'd cried and tried to explain the tears away as just another way her body processed alcohol. And Holly, saintly Holly had let her pretend. She hadn't said a word when Gail made them wait half a month until she was ready for Holly to pull out her blu-rays to watch the second season.

By the time they started season three they were dating steadily, and watching an episode usually ended with Holly laughing, pressed against the soft cushions of the couch by Gail's body as the officer on top kissed her way down the doctor's body, before arriving at her breasts. The very breasts she'd dubbed "My Sun" (the left one) and "My Stars" (the right one).

This, too, Holly was sworn to secrecy about. But it wasn't a hardship. Who would have believed her anyway?

And that season three episode? That episode? At that point in their relationship, Holly had never seen Gail so mad. Not even that time that Steve had walked in on them in an interrogation room and snapped a picture with his phone before they'd managed to untangle from each other.

The fourth season came out while they were broken up, and it had been too painful for either of them to watch without the other. So when they got back together, two weeks before Holly left for San Francisco, they'd spent almost the entire time together at Holly's place, Oliver and his big heart having let Gail take the time off to spend with her girlfriend.

In between the packing and the talking and the sex, they'd found time to watch all ten episodes.

And when they'd parted at the airport, when Gail had pulled her close for one last kiss, she'd whispered "Goodbye my sun and stars" so quietly that Holly had almost missed it.

But she hadn't, she'd heard it. And this time, Holly knew, Gail wasn't talking about her breasts.

Since then, with a few trips here and there, they've been doing okay. Gail visits her in San Francisco, Holly visits Toronto when she can get away from the lab. And everything between them, for the most part, is wonderful.

Except for this damned show. Now that season five is airing they're facing the first true test of their long-distance relationship.

Because they promised each other they wouldn't watch until they could watch it all together. Just like before.

And Holly has never once in her life been tempted to cheat on a partner, but this? This television show? Waiting to find out what happens to Jon Snow and Daenerys and Sansa and Tyrion? And every other character on the damned show?

This has her closer to cheating than she's ever been before.

And it's just a fucking television show.