Prompt: better kisser


Go On and Kiss the Girl

"So, let me get this straight," Andy began, her eyes narrow as she looked at the blonde officer sitting across the table, "you've kissed Chris, and Dov, and Nick."

Gail nodded with each new name, and then rose her hand to call for another beer. She didn't see why she should bother denying it, it was true, after all.

"And now Chloe too," Andy's voice rose in disbelief, "have you kissed Traci as well–am I the only person from our rookie class that you haven't kissed, Gail?"

"First of all," Gail pointed out, "Price and I were undercover, it doesn't count. Second, I have not kissed Traci–my brother does enough of that already. And third, McNally," she smirked, "I'll never kiss you. I'd sooner kiss Gerald."

Nick snorted, spraying beer out of his nose onto the table.

"Oh, come on," Andy said plaintively, "you can't kiss everyone else and leave me out. What if I'm the best one of the whole group? What if you're missing out on the chance of a lifetime, knowing what it feels like to experience a kiss from the best."

It took Gail a good minute and a half before she could respond, before she stopped choking on the beer she'd been trying to drink and could draw air into her lungs again.

"McNally, I gotta tell you, on the list of people I've kissed at this table, you'd probably fall somewhere around fifth. Maybe sixth if Dov's showered recently," the blonde shot back as she wiped the tears out of her eyes.

The brunette pouted while Dov threw a pretzel across the table. Chloe just bounced in her seat.

"Where would I fall, Gail," she asked, "am I first?" She turned to her boyfriend, "I bet I'm first," and he laughed and kissed her cheek.

Gail pretended to consider the question for a moment.

"Third," she said, "definitely third. Fewer teeth than Nick and you get points for that thing you did with your tongue at the end."

Chloe pumped her fist into the air, almost spilling her beer, as Dov turned back to his girlfriend to ask about the tongue thing.

"Okay," Andy replied, "so Chris and Nick are what, first and second?"

The blonde took another swig of her beer, and took a long, appraising look at the men in question.

"Nope, a tie for fourth," she answered with a twinkle in her eye and a nod to the woman she'd just seen walk in the door.

Now everyone at the table looked confused.

"Okay," asked Chris, "but then who's one and two?"

"Oh, that's easy," Gail responded as she stood to let her girlfriend sit, and then took her place on Holly's lap, "Holly."