AN: warning- the content and quality of this chapter in no way make it worth the 26 month wait for it to be published.
I.
After a hard fought battle to extract the cash for the taxi from Holly's purse, and a stumbling journey up her front path in which the brunette only nearly falls over twice, they make it into her house. In relief at finding herself in a carpeted room once more, Gail kicks off her heels with such vigour that they fly a short distance and bounce back at her off the wall. She glances at Holly, who under normal circumstances she is sure would have given her a slightly reproachful look for her carelessness. Fortunately for her, Holly is preoccupied in her mission to extricate herself from her own shoes.
"Do you want a hand?" Gail asks after a few long moments watching the other woman's efforts, only conceding an offer of help after she overbalances and almost tumbles over.
Holly looks up, perplexed. "I don't know why they're so difficult."
Gail smirks, pulling up a bar stool and directing the pathologist into it. "Here, sit. And don't lean backwards."
She drops down on one knee and starts unfastening the tiny buckles, fumbling slightly, although nowhere nearly as badly as Holly had been, with the flimsy straps.
"Are you about to propose?" Holly grins.
"I've already agreed to marry someone once while I was drunk; I'm not making that mistake again." Gail observes, placing a kiss to the skin covering the other woman's metatarsal (Holly must be rubbing off on her if she's started identifying areas of the body by their bones, Gail remarks silently) as she slides the shoe off and moves to the other foot.
"Nick's an idiot." Holly observes.
"You don't need to tell me that." Gail responds, wryly.
"If we were in Vegas, I would definitely marry you."
Based on tonight's slightly clingy, drunken performance, Gail doesn't doubt her.
"No offense, Holly, but I'd rather not. I like to think I've grown at least a little bit as a person in the past 6 years." She sighs, leaning back onto her heels as she pulls off the second shoe. "So, do you want to go to bed?" She asks.
"I don't know, I think I'm too drunk, it probably wouldn't be very good." Holly replies earnestly.
Gail snorts. "I didn't mean to have sex. You absolutely are too drunk, and it really wouldn't do my ego any good if you passed out while I had my head between your legs. I meant do you want to go to sleep?"
Holly swallows visibly. "Your head…" She mumbles, then trails off, lost in thought. Or thoughts.
"So do you want to?" Gail asks again, ignoring the older woman's obvious lusting.
"I do now." Holly admits.
"No, do you want to go to sleep?"
Holly shakes out of her stupor. "I don't think so. I'm not tired. I'm actually kind of hungry." She looks behind her at the kitchen, staring intently at her cupboards, pulling herself up from the stool and walking over to the fridge, from which she pulls out a pot of yoghurt.
"Oh no." Gail objects, clambering across the kitchen to pull the yoghurt pot from the other woman's grasp and place it back in the fridge. "If we're going to drunkenly eat, we're going to do it properly."
Holly watches in the confusion as the other woman pulls her phone from her purse and starts typing ferociously for a minute or so before finishing whatever she was doing, and places it gently down on the kitchen island, a content look on her face.
"It'll be here in 30-40 minutes." She says to an increasingly lost Holly.
"What will?"
"Poutine." Gail replies simply, "It was that or shawarma but I really, really wanted cheese."
She looks at Holly, who is looking very conflicted about what has just happened. "But… a yoghurt would be healthier." She argues, weakly.
Gail smirks at the victory she knows that she has already had. "But not anywhere near as enticing?"
"Yeah." Holly mumbles. "Half an hour is quite a long time, though."
"Hm, that's true. I guess we could watch a film or…"
"I have some wine." Holly cuts in.
Gail's eyes light up at the suggestion. "Are you sure, I mean it is already two AM?"
"I'm not tired, and tomorrow's Sunday." Holly points out. "It's been years since I drank after I got home from a nightclub, but I kind of like the idea, unless you're feeling like a lightweight."
"I am not a lightweight, Holly." Gail scowls.
Holly dances past her, in a manner that Gail's addled mind considers to be somewhat more elegant than it actually is, to the fridge where she pulls out an unopened bottle of Sauvignon Blanc and waves it in the air, her eyebrows raised in a challenge as she stalks past the blonde into the living room. "Prove it." She shouts back over her shoulder
"Oh I will prove it, Holly." Gail assures her, grabbing two glasses from the cupboard and following the other woman to the couch onto which she had dropped. She places the glasses on the coffee table, and Holly immediately leans forwards to fill them almost to the brim, making Gail immediately regret her decision to pick two of the larger glasses from the cupboard.
"Go big or go home, huh?" Gail asks, eyeing the glasses warily.
"I am at home." Holly points out. "But if you don't think you can compete in the big leagues…" She tries to maintain a serious expression, but fails in all attempts to stop the giggles breaking out of her body.
"You are completely ridiculous."
Holly just grins widely, her eyes sparkling brightly, showing off her pure, uninhibited, carefree joy. A joy Gail is not so used to being around, but is finding herself increasingly addicted to nonetheless. An addiction that is prompting her to give in to the brunette's probably less-than-wise desire to prolong this innocent, almost child-like gleeful mania, rather than take the decision of a more rational person who would probably be sending them both to bed with a large glass of water right about now. But then, good, rational decisions haven't always exactly been Gail's forte anyway.
"Let's play… I have never?" Holly suggests, her smile not fading for a moment.
"You're a strange kind of thirty-three year old."
"Age is but a number, Gail."
Gail frowns. "You should maybe slow down on the wine."
"It's not how old you are, but how you are old."
"Are you using me for my youthfulness?" Gail asks, an only semi-serious accusatory tone behind her voice.
"Youth has no age."
Gail raises her eyebrows. "Are you finished?"
Holly scrunches up her face in thought. "I think so."
"Good. That conversation wasn't really going anywhere."
"Hmm." Holly muses, absently glazed over, and deep in thought. "I'm not using you, by the way."
"I know."
"I am enjoying acting like I'm 19 again, though."
"I gathered."
"But that doesn't mean you're my bimbo."
"Holly."
Holly looks the blonde directly in the eye and smiles. "Yeah?"
"Stop talking."
"Okay." That sweet, harmless, innocent smile sparkles in all her features.
"So do you want to start?" Gail asks.
"Start what?"
Gail sighs, but the cheerful expression on Holly's face, completely ignorant of her uncharacteristically poor concentration, prevents her from feeling any sort of frustration about it.
"I have never."
"Oh, yeah. I thought you didn't want to?"
Gail shrugs, noncommittal. "Well, usually I don't. But seeing as I've rejected almost every opportunity to play thus far in my life, I may as well. See what the fuss is about." She pauses, then grins wickedly. "Also, I want to find out all your dirty secrets."
Holly swats at her bicep. "I don't have any dirty secrets."
"I don't believe you."
"You're going to be disappointed."
It turns out if either of them have any dirty secrets, neither of them are able to guess what they may be. At least nothing that they have not already shared with each other. 'I have never' it turns out, is not a game best suited to being played between two people who are both best friends and lovers. Not if your aim is to discover new information about your partner, at any rate. The only new knowledge Gail can claim to have uncovered is of a recurring teenage Shania Twain sex dream, and the only new information Holly learns –although her ability to still remember it in the morning remains to be seen- regards Gail's father's discovery of the bulky pack of condoms she had attempted to take to college with her.
If the aim however, is to collapse into a drunken fit of laughter on the living room floor, then it may be considered more successful.
"I have never… tried to have sex in a police evidence room." Holly giggles, revelling, as they both have been for the past ten minutes, in their shared knowledge of their history of sexual adventures and indiscretions.
Gail reaches over –not very far, as they are both now lying on their backs next to each other on the soft rug on Holly's floor- to take the bottle of wine from Holly's hands, and brings it to her lips, the glasses they started drinking from long since finished and disposed with.
"I feel like this game is just a façade for our actual mission to just get completely wasted." Gail muses.
"Façade." Holly repeats. "That's a nice word."
Gail smiles and tilts her head to look at the woman next to her. Holly's hair is splayed out on the floor, her shirt has come untucked from her slacks, and another button has popped open. Even from the very limited viewing angle Gail currently has of her, however, she looks beautiful. Breathtaking.
"It's your turn to ask." Holly points out, after a few moments of silence.
"Yeah, I'm bored of the game." Gail offers by way of explanation. She holds the bottle up in the air and shakes it a little. "And we've finished the bottle."
"Mm, I think there's another one somewhere." Holly starts to lift herself up, but Gail reaches her arm across the other woman's chest, without anywhere near enough force or strength to actually hold the brunette down should she try very hard to get up, but the gesture is enough to cause Holly to forgo her mission and collapse back on the floor.
Returned to her position on her back, Holly too turns her head to the side to observe the woman lying next to her.
Gail licks her lips instinctively, as her eyes drop to Holly's mouth, giddy despite the many, many times she has now been in such close proximity to the brunette recently. She stretches her neck to place a soft kiss on Holly's lips, lingering longer than she intended to. She loses herself as she feels Holly's lips curl up into a smile against her own, and repositions herself onto her side so as to stop the straining her neck had previously been doing in the name of this kiss.
She runs a hand gently through Holly's wild hair as their kiss gets ever so slightly more forceful, before she feels a soft laugh escape from the woman now slightly under her.
Gail pulls back, frowning slightly. "What?!" She asks, disconcerted.
"Nothing." Holly tries to stifle her giggles, unsuccessfully.
"Seriously?" Gail's eyes dart around her, nervously.
"It's just… We're making out on my living room floor." Holly explains.
"Yeah…?"
"I'm making out with Gail Peck."
Gail narrows her eyes. "Yeah, for like the twentieth time, maybe."
"But it just hit me. Gail Peck is making out with me. On my living room floor. Gail Peck. I just… I thought you were straight a week ago, and now we're kissing. We've kissed a lot."
"Okaaaay." Gail draws out the word. "I still don't get why that's funny."
"It's silly… I have a crush on a straight girl, and she actually likes me back. And not just any straight girl; you, Gail Peck. Gail Peck, who is ridiculously hot, and funny and doesn't like people. I guess I'm in shock, a bit, and I just realised."
"Or you're drunk?" Gail suggests.
"Both maybe." Holly smiles. "But it's good. It's good shock, and good drunk."
"If you're sure."
"Absolutely sure. Can we go back to kissing, please?"
Gail rolls her eyes, but there is now hesitancy in her acquiescence to the request. "If you insist."
"I really, really do." Holly giggles. Gail deepens their kiss, leaning more of her weight upon Holly's torso as she does so, and the pathologists' giggles subside as she is increasingly distracted as the blonde above her alternately nips her lips with her teeth and soothes them with her tongue, and runs her hands up and down her sides beneath her shirt.
When, only a few, short, minutes later, the doorbell rings, the police officer suddenly leaps to her feet and bounds over to the front door excitedly, she leaves a slightly lost looking Holly lying on the floor. Gail has only just returned, two boxes of food firmly in her hands, by the time Holly has managed to pull herself up into a seated position.
"I'd forgotten about these." Holly observes as she pulls herself back up onto the couch.
"I hadn't." Gail hands one box to the brunette as she takes a seat next to her, flicking the television on to some inane late 90s comedy that buzzes along in the background as they eat.
"I can't believe you have me eating poutine." Holly leans her head against the other woman's shoulder.
Gail just smiles smugly, shuffling to make their position more comfortable.
"I also can't believe you even found a place that delivers to my house at three AM."
"I think it's later than three." Gail muses, unwilling, however, to find a way to check what the time may actually be. Her phone died long ago, and the nearest clock is in the kitchen. "And I'm not going to lie, this place has had a couple of dodgy health inspections, but if you will insist on not living downtown we'll have to make do."
"Coming from you who only moved out of your parents' home in suburbia a few months ago." Holly prods the other woman in the ribs.
Gail just grins and carries on eating, pretending to watch the movements on the television rather than making obvious her distraction by the brunette snuggled against her side.
"What are we watching?" Holly eventually asks, breaking their peaceful silence.
"I have no idea." Gail concedes. "I couldn't be bothered to channel hop. I doubt there's much on though."
"Hm. Tonight was fun."
Gail glances across to see the brunette's eyes fluttering shut.
"It was. Surprisingly fun, given I usually hate going out and dancing and all that crap. I've barely done it at all since I was 19."
"I wasn't much like this when I was 19." Holly says, not opening her eyes.
"No, I can't imagine you were." 19 year old Holly, or what Gail has heard about her, spent most of her weekends curled up with a book, desperately fighting off crushes on the various women in her life.
"I got cooler when I went to med school though."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah. That was when I met Lisa and Rachel and they started taking me out." She yawns. "You should meet them soon."
Gail considers the idea and decides for now it may be best to dismiss it. "Maybe, soon."
"Yeah." Holly sighs. "Your shoulder isn't very comfortable, I'm going to…" She trails off into nothing as she lower her head down into the blonde's lap.
"Are you going to finish your poutine?" Gail asks, looking from her almost empty carton to the brunette's half full one.
"You can have it." Holly mumbles.
Gail grins to herself as she reaches across to take the food from where Holly has left it precariously balanced next to her on the couch, and starts eating.
"Hey, Hol." She says a few minutes later through a mouthful of fries, aware that the other woman may be asleep on her leg by now and her words may fall on deaf ears.
"M'yeah."
"I was just thinking about the last time we were drunk at four AM." Gail muses.
Gail can feel Holly's face scrunch up in thought against her thigh. "When?"
"When I cut my hair off."
"Oh." Holly turns in Gail's lap to look up at her face. "Why?"
"I don't know, I was just thinking, that's all. That was at four AM, this is at four AM. I don't know, I just thought it was worth mentioning."
"You're very weird." Holly smiles sleepily.
"I know. But you like weird."
"I do." Holly concedes, just before she lets out a somewhat enormous yawn.
"You want to go to bed?" Gail asks.
Holly lets her eyes flutter closed again. "It's okay, this is comfy."
"Yeah, for you maybe, I haven't felt anything in my left leg for the past five minutes." Gail teases.
"Sorry." Holly murmurs, but doesn't process the other woman's words, nuzzling into the soft silk of her blouse.
"Holly." Gail nudges her shoulder. "Bed."
II.
When she wakes, the first thing Gail notices is that she is overwhelmingly hot.
Then she rolls over, and her pounding head and dry mouth too become apparent.
She sits up slowly and looks over at Holly, who is lying, face down, spread-eagled on the other side of the bed in only a tiny pair of shorts and tank top, and it becomes clear to Gail that the worst part of her situation right now is that she is completely incapable of appreciating the amount of skin on show whilst the impending need to throw up allows for little else at the forefront of her mind.
"Hollyyy." She groans, to no response
"Hollyyyyyy!" She repeats, slightly louder.
Holly stirs slightly and murmurs something into her pillow.
Whatever she says, Gail is unable to work out what it is. "What?"
Holly twists her head slightly, lifting her face out of the pillow. "What time is it?"
"Dunno." Gail mutters, unable and unwilling to find the answer to the question. "I think I'm gonna hurl."
Holly's eyes drift shut, then snap open, her body turning to join her face in facing the blonde in her bed. "Are you actually?"
"Dunno." Gail says as she sits up and swings her her legs off the edge of the bed, leaning forward, hands on her knees.
"Gail?"
"No, I think I'm good." She breaths heavily. "How are you?"
"I'm not sure. Hot. My head hurts. I need some water." Holly mumbles.
"Yep, me too."
Holly groans loudly. "Why did I open that bottle of wine?"
Gail smiles slightly into her hands. "I don't know but I had nothing to do with it."
Holly groans again, and Gail can feel the mattress shift as she rolls over behind her. "I'm getting a drink. You want?"
"Water or coffee?" Gail asks, not looking up.
Holly doesn't respond, her movements stilled on the other side of the bed.
"More wine?" Gail offers, lifting her head out of her hands and glancing over her shoulder at the woman behind her. Holly is lying on her front again, head buried in her arms, one eye visible glaring up at her. Gail grins, even though it hurts her head a little to do so.
Holly grumbles something indiscernible into her arms and Gail turns back around to hold her head in her hands, trying to ward off the nausea by staring at a bit of lint on the carpet in front of her.
Five minutes later, neither of them have moved. "Hols?" Gail whispers, not that a whisper is what she intended it to be, but apparently her vocal chords have given up on her.
"Mhm."
"Are you still getting drinks?"
"'n a minute."
Gail looks back at her again. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah I'm fine." Holly murmurs. "I'm fine." She repeats absently, although she hasn't moved or given any indication that what she is saying might be true.
"I'll get them." Gail pushes herself up from the bed, taking a moment to steady herself, and turning back to look at the brunette lying on the bed. Her eyes are closed and she is breathing deeply. She looks peaceful, if a little frazzled; her hair is messier than usual and the little makeup she was wearing the previous evening has smudged across her face.
In that moment she becomes aware of a tight, constricting feeling around her chest. She looks down and groans as she registers that she didn't think to take her bra off as she got into bed the previous night. Now she is aware of it, the discomfort it is causing across her back and ribcage increases tenfold, and she becomes desperate to rid herself of it.
Turning slightly, she pulls her t-shirt – or Holly's t-shirt, to be more accurate – off over her head and unclips her bra strap, hurling the offending item across the room with one hand as she rubs her back with the other.
She hears a strangled groan as she pulls the t-shirt back on, and glances up to see Holly looking up at her with her one visible eye, her cheeks slightly pinker than they were a minute earlier.
"You alright there?" Gail asks, unable to keep the grin from her face. Remarkably she doesn't really care what the other woman may have seen, a fact she puts down to the alcohol still present in her bloodstream. She's feeling considerably perkier than she was five minutes ago. Although her head is still pounding, the nausea has worn off and she's returned to a more reasonable temperature now she's kicked herself free of the bed covers.
Holly buries her face back into the cushion and groans, loudly.
Gail sniggers. "I know you could barely see anything without your glasses, perv, I'll be right back."
She pads out of the room, but as she walks down the stairs into Holly's well-lit main room, she immediately becomes aware that even though she is certainly in a better state than the forensic pathologist, she is far from feeling okay. She rubs her eyes with the back of her hand, attempting to block out some of the sun, before stalking over to the window and pulling down the blinds. It may be nearing midday, but there is absolutely no need for any room to be that bright.
With the sun blocked out, she feels slightly more human, and is able to pour two large glasses of water from Holly's fridge door water dispenser without too much difficulty, drinking her own before refilling it again. Carrying them upstairs is a slightly more challenging task given the slight tremor in her arms, but even that she manages with only a slight spillage on Holly's carpet, a spillage she chooses to ignore as she suspects that by the time Holly has managed to pull herself out of bed it will have dried up on its own. She nudges the bedroom door open with her foot, and is unsurprised to see that Holly hasn't moved an inch in her absence.
She places the glasses down on the bedside cabinet. "Holly." She murmurs, but the brunette doesn't move.
She touches Holly's shoulder. It is warmer than she expected, but Holly doesn't respond to the touch.
"Holly." She repeats, dropping to a crouched position and shaking her shoulder slightly.
Holly turns her head to look at her and her eyes flicker open.
Gail forgets about her headache for a moment as she looks at the woman in front of her. Even though her eyes are unfocused and only half open, and she is clearly drenched in sweat to the point that her hair is sticking to her face, she looks beautiful. A different kind of beautiful to her usual composed, cheerful beautiful. But enchanting, nonetheless.
"I brought water." Gail whispers, pushing hair back out of the other woman's face.
"Thanks."
"How're you doing?"
"Crap," Holly croaks. "Every time I open my eyes I feel worse, somehow."
Gail leans forward and places a soft kiss on her lips. "I'm going to shower."
"How do you not feel this horrible?" Holly mumbles.
"I don't feel great." Gail admits.
"Not fair." Holly whines, and Gail smiles.
"Drink that," she says, indicating to the glass of water as she pushes herself to her feet.
"Mhm." Holly nods, head falling back into her pillow as Gail saunters towards the en suite.
III.
To Gail's surprise, when she returns from the shower, wrapped only in a towel, Holly is not only still awake, but also slightly more upright than she was when Gail left her. She's also managed to pull on her glasses, and is staring vacantly at the wall. She looks over at Gail as she enters the room.
"Well that's not fair." Holly whines.
Gail's brow furrows, and she looks around, bewildered. "What isn't?"
"You're stood in my room in just a towel with your hair all cute and ruffled and my body hurts too much to even appreciate it."
Gail grins. "Well you've only got yourself to blame for that."
Holly scowls. Gail glances at the still full glass of water beside her. "You haven't drunk anything."
"It was too cold." Holly sighs. "It hurt my head. How are you?"
"Okay. Head hurts, and I can't really concentrate on anything for too long, but I'm okay. You?"
"I've been better." Holly concedes.
"Try the water again, it might have warmed up a bit." Gail suggests, perching on the end of the bed at Holly's feet.
Holly does as instructed, downing the entire glass. She places it back on the bedside cabinet, glances around the room, and leans over to the other side of the bed, grabbing Gail's own glass from the other cabinet, and lifting it to her lips.
"Hey!" Gail exclaims.
"What?" Holly lowers the glass.
"That's mine?"
Holly looks at her blankly, unblinking. Gail relents after only a few moments.
"Fine, drink it, but you'll get my germs."
"I've probably got all your germs by now." Holly points out, lifting the glass to her lips once again and downing the contents.
"Feel any better?"
"No, I think I drank those too quickly." Holly moans, slithering back down into a lying position.
Gail smirks, shuffling up the bed towards Holly's head so she can stroke her exposed shoulder.
"I'm sorry." Holly murmurs, looking up at her. She looks a sorry sight, Gail admits.
"What for?"
Holly half shrugs, as much as her position will allow. "This?"
"Don't be." Gail smiles. "I'd rather be spending the day with you, here, hungover, than with any anyone else, you know, not hungover."
Holly's eyes flutter shut.
"Do you want anything to eat?" Gail asks.
Holly gives an ever so slight shake of her head. "I think I need to sleep. You go ahead though."
"Do you want me to wake you up in a couple of hours?"
"No, yes, maybe. In two hours, maybe?"
"Okay." Gail smiles, and gets to her feet, but Holly grabs her hand on the way up.
"I am sorry."
Gail leans over and kisses her forehead. "Seriously, don't be. See you in a couple of hours."
IV.
After making herself a sandwich with some leftover chicken from Holly's fridge, Gail settles on the sofa, intending on watching an hour or so of television before going to wake the slumbering woman in the upstairs bedroom. Instead she drifts off, and finds herself being woken by the sound of feet padding down the stairs.
"Gail?" Her eyes flicker open and settle on the figure walking towards her, it is cleaner and less sweaty than when she last saw her. "I thought you were supposed to be waking me up?" The corner of Holly's mouth curls into a smile.
"I…" Gail fumbles over her words, attempting to work out where she is. Or why she is. "What?"
Holly grins. "Good afternoon. Why is it so dark down here?"
"The light was… hurting my head." Gail sits up. "How are you feeling?"
"Better, thank you for letting me sleep. How are you?"
"Better." Gail smiles as she watches Holly approach. When she arrives at the sofa she stands with her legs either side of Gail's, leaning her knees against the cushions and bouncing against them softly, but remaining on her feet. Gail looks up at her. "You're very tall." She observes.
"Mhm," Holly nods, biting her lip. "So… last night was fun."
"It was." Gail agrees, reaching up to play with Holly's fingers.
"I'm sorry I got so drunk."
"Don't be." She means it. "I had the best time." She focuses on Holly's fingers in her hands rather than upon her face.
"Really?"
"I did." She nods.
"Are you… staying over tonight?"
Gail looks up. "If that's alright with you?"
Holly beams. "It is absolutely alright with me."
They stay there, Gail absently playing with Holly's fingers while the brunette rocks on her heels, bouncing against the cushions, for a few moments.
"Are you hungry?" Gail asks.
"Not really. Are you?"
Gail shakes her head.
There are a few more moments of silence.
"So, do you want to just…?" Gail asks, as Holly says "You looked amazing…"
They laugh.
"You go." Holly says.
Gail shakes her head, "you."
"You looked… stunning last night. I can't stop thinking about how good you looked."
Gail's heart speeds up a little and she laughs, looking down at the baggie t-shirt and sweats she is currently wearing. "Look like crap now though." She says, brushing off the compliment.
Holly shrugs. "Nope."
"Nope?"
"Mhm." Holly nods again, her lips tight, but smiling. "I uh, had this dream just now. Except it wasn't a dream, it was more of a flashback."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. Of you, and me. On the dance floor. Then on my living room floor."
"Was it a good dream? Flashback, whatever." Gail asks, unable once again to lift her gaze from Holly's hands.
"It certainly had a few good points."
"A few?"
"More than a few."
Gail feels her cheeks redden, and draws the courage to start to look up at the other woman. "So, um, what specifically were the highlights of…?"
She feels the sofa sink either side of her, and looks up just in time to see Holly dropping onto her lap, knees either side of her, as her hands bury in her hair. Her question is cut off as Holly's lips meet hers, desperate and forceful. Gail's eyes fall shut and she clung onto the other woman's back as she falls back into the couch, and Holly follows her. As Gail's hands slip underneath the other woman's shirt, the brunette pulls back, barely leaving a millimeter between them.
"Don't stop." Gail whispers against her lips, and she feels the other woman smile against her.
"I don't think I could if I tried."