I.
Gail takes a moment to pull back and orientate herself. Her left hand is gripping Holly's thigh, her thumb just shy of the hem of her cotton shorts. Her right has found purchase of the bare skin of the pathologist's waist, underneath her t-shirt. Holly, still straddling her lap, has buried her own hands in her short hair, pushing her into the back of the couch as she kisses her. Their grip loosens as Gail pulls back, and she watches dark eyes open. Her lips, ever so slightly swollen, hang open a fraction of an inch, and her brow furrows. Before she can say anything, Gail lets her hands fall to the bottom of Holly's t-shirt. She starts to lift it slowly, eyes not leaving Holly's own as she starts to raise the bottom of her shirt.
Holly gives the smallest of nods, and drops her fingers to the hem of her shirt. She straightens up as she pulls the t-shirt over her head, combing her hands through her hair to straighten it after the shirt has dropped to the floor.
The view from where Gail is sitting is nothing short of magnificent. Looking back, she can't help but wonder how it has taken her almost a week since they were in the shower together to get Holly shirtless again. Her skin is flawless, her breasts… she has seen various angles of Holly's boobs in a million different outfits thanks to the brunette's apparent dislike of the top 4 buttons of every shirt she owns and her penchant for low cut tops, but nothing could prepare her for the stunning visual that is Holly in just a bra and shorts.
Trembling, she raises her hand to Holly's head, sinking her fingers into long brown locks and pulling her head back down to resume their kiss.
Holly cups her jaw and kisses her back. Long, deep, open mouthed kisses that leave Gail breathless and force her to pull back again to breathe. She runs her hand down Holly's bare back and drops her gaze to her chest once more. The eyes of the woman on top of her follow. Gail watches as she drops an arm across her belly and digs her fingernails to her side. Gail furrows her brow.
"Are you okay?" She whispers.
Holly nods, and it doesn't do anything to lessen Gail's confusion.
"Do you feel sick?"
"No I'm…" Holly attempts to cut off her own explanation by leaning down to capture her lips once more.
Gail acquiesces for one lengthy kiss, as she places her hand on Holly's forearm, and runs it towards her hand until their fingers have linked. As she pulls back from her lips, she eases the pathologist's arm down and away from her stomach, glancing back down and noticing the small rolls that have appeared on the olive skin of the other woman's belly as she has leant over to kiss her. She raises her other hand to cup her jaw, smiling as she places a tender kiss on the lips of the woman above her.
"You're gorgeous." She smiles against her lips.
"I'm not."
Gail kisses her rather than argue back, guiding both their hands under her shirt to rest at the base of her ribcage. As their kisses intensify, she withdraws her hand from Holly's, wrapping both her arms around Holly's back, clinging onto her bare skin.
Whatever she is feeling right now, she isn't sure she's ever felt it before. She is incapable of anything but kissing Holly back and clinging desperately onto her. She feels like she's falling, hurtling towards the ground at great speed, with nothing she can do to stop it, but a calm acceptance that somehow Holly will protect her landing if she just holds on.
She is completely breathless. Holly's deep kisses are no longer enough. She feels the other woman's hips start to roll in her lap, slowly grinding against her stomach. Instinct takes over and she drops a hand to Holly's hips to encourage their movement.
Engulfed in the feeling, the pressure, of Holly bearing down on her, kissing her and cupping her cheek as she trails her other hand across the bare skin of her belly, is overwhelming. Her head falls back against the couch and Holly doesn't waste a moment before dropping her lips to Gail's neck. She moans, unable to open her eyes and process sight when all her other senses are being so mercilessly assaulted.
She tries to concentrate on just one of the many things that Holly is doing to her, settling on the movements of her hand across her stomach. Her fingers have been circling across her abdomen, her touch gentle but enough to make her skin tingle. They play their way up her ribcage, and Gail's breathe hitches as they reach the soft, sensitive skin underneath her breast.
A lump emerges in her throat, and she feels blood rush to her head. She pushes a hand against Holly's sternum, not forceful, but enough to stop her movements. Gail's head falls forward, and Holly's eyes, dark and lidded, meet her own. She swallows, Gail watches it ripple down her throat. She can feel the brunette's heavy breath against her lips.
Holly mouth drifts open and shut, attempting to form the shape of a question but failing to do so.
Gail licks her lip, similarly struggling to find words. "Hold on." She breathes.
Holly cocks her head and draws her lip in between her teeth. She runs her thumb over Gail's cheek.
"Is everything okay?"
Gail licks her lips again. "I'm not wearing a bra."
Holly's eyes drop momentarily to her chest. "Yeah, I, um. I guessed that much."
"Oh." Gail breathes.
Holly leans back on her heels, pulling further back from the blonde. "We can slow down..."
"No, I…" Gail curses her own hesitancy, eyes dropping to the floor.
"I don't want to do anything you're not totally comfortable with."
Gail looks over Holly's shoulder, letting out a long breath before making eye contact again. "I do. I just needed a moment, I'm fine. I'm over it."
Holly bites her lip. "Are you sure?"
Gail gives a small nod. "I'm sure."
Holly doesn't look sure. She rocks on her heels, lip still caught between her teeth. She looks so far away, in spite of the fact she is still straddling Gail's lap.
"Holly," Gail pleads, her voice barely above her whisper. Her heart is pounding, she has to blink a couple of times to keep her desperation off her face. She feels a stabbing in her belly, sickened that she let a moment of hesitancy stop them in their tracks. "Please don't stop. Not yet."
She grabs Holly's hand, pulling it to rest over her heart. "Please." She repeats.
Holly sinks into her, connecting their lips in a long but chaste kiss. "I promise that I don't mind if you want to stop." She breathes.
"I know." Gail kisses her again. "I know, but I don't want to stop." You might kill me if you stop.
Holly gives a slow nod, and leans back in to kiss her. The kisses start languid, both women cupping each other's faces, but it takes only a few minutes for things to escalate once more.
When she feels Holly's hips start to roll again, Gail smiles and returns her hand to her upper thighs to encourage her grinding.
Holly's fingers, however, remain on Gail's cheeks, holding her as her tongue probes deep into her mouth. She rarely feels as content or comfortable as she does when Holly cups her face like this. There is something so intimate, so comforting, about the way she holds her that usually makes Gail reach a rarely attained state of pacification. Unfortunately, it does little to help Gail's desperate lusting, and she finds herself straining to feel Holly's touch on some other part of her body.
Eventually, sensing that Holly probably won't touch her again without prompting, she breaks their kiss and takes matters into her own hand, leading a hand to her chest, where she leaves it resting on her breast over her shirt.
She feels Holly smile against her lips, but she says nothing. Gail inhales deeply as she starts to knead her flesh through the thin fabric. Her nipple hardens almost immediately, and Holly increases the pressure with which her hand works at her breast. In response, Gail kisses her, her need to feel Holly everywhere overwhelming her.
It doesn't take long for her to need more, however. And fortunately, nor for Holly, who drops her hand from her breast and splays it across her abdomen beneath her shirt.
Holly breaks their kiss but doesn't pull back a millimetre. "Is this alright?" She breathes against Gail's lips.
"Yes." Gail responds, her voice hitching as Holly's fingers creep higher. She captures Holly's lips in another kiss as her fingers clasp around her breast. She moans into her mouth, and feels the vibrations reverberate against her own tongue.
Her nipple strains against Holly's hand as she palms it, applying a gentle pressure. Gail is able to concentrate on little other than what Holly is doing with her hand as she switches from a generalised pressure with her palm to a soft stroking with her thumb around the whole breast, everywhere except over her now rock hard nipple. She waits, longs for her touch to reach where she is most sensitive, and when her thumb finally swipes over it, she shudders uncontrollably.
She drops the attention of her lips and tongue to Holly's neck, working down to her collar as Holly massages her with increasing intensity. She kisses along her collar, and towards her cleavage, moaning into her skin as Holly pinches her and a million tiny explosions go off inside her.
Gail pulls Holly back into another searing kiss, aware that their seated position will soon become unsustainable if Holly continues to work her body like she is. Holly extricates her hand from Gail's shirt to cup her cheek as she returns her kiss with an equal intensity.
"Fuck." Gail whispers as they break for air.
Holly's lip curls into a smile, and she kisses her again, her hands dropping to the hem of Gail's t-shirt. "Can I?"
Gail's breathe catches, and she can feel her heart in her ears. She avoids Holly's eyes, suddenly nervous again.
"Can you… first?" She whispers.
Holly pulls back an inch or so and looks at her, her gaze moving slowly from one eye to the other. Gail takes the moment to properly take in the view of the woman on top of her. Her lips are slightly engorged, and have entered into a state where they default to hanging open slightly, giving her a dazed but contented look. Up close, Gail can see the line of her contact lenses around her irises, which themselves have been almost entirely engulfed by her pupils, making them a dark midnight colour Gail has never seen. Her cheeks are flushed and her hair, only recently washed, has volumised and matted where Gail has been running her hands through it.
"What do you mean?" Holly asks, apparently unable to gauge the meaning to Gail's question in her expression.
"Can you… we… take off yours first? Before mine." Gail elaborates, glancing at Holly's bra.
Holly's eyes drop down to her chest. "Oh." She says, then she smiles. "Oh. Yes, we can do that."
They sit, watching each other in silence, still no more than a couple of inches apart.
Gail's heart is pounding, and the heat is rising in her neck and cheeks.
"Are you nervous?" Holly asks, but there is no accusation to her tone.
Gail's heart races, her adoration of the woman in front of her fighting desperately against her panic at disclosing her fears, even at a time like this. "Are you?" She asks.
Holly bites her lip. "A little."
Gail sighs, her terror abating slightly. "Me too."
Holly smiles. "I'm going to kiss you."
"Okay." Gail smiles back.
"Then I'm going to take it off."
"Okay." Gail repeats.
"Okay." Gail sees Holly's lips curl as she leans in to kiss her again, and Gail welcomes her lips against her own. She opens them, letting Holly's tongue give a languorous sweep of her mouth. Then she kisses her again, deeper, and longer. Her hands fall back to rest on either side of her face and Gail is consumed. Time slows down and to Gail every second feels like a thousand times longer, lasting for an eternity until she forgets what they are even doing. She barely feels the couch shift as Holly adjusts her balance on her knees, remembering what is about to happen only as her hands leave her cheeks. She breaks their kiss, but waits a moment before opening her eyes. Part of her revels in the lingering feel of Holly's lips against hers, still present even though they are no longer touching. The other part, paralysed in terror at taking that next step, at the fulfilment of that which she has spent the best part of the last week anticipating, strangles her. She is unable to move, barely able to breathe. For the first time that day, she wishes that they had done this for the first time when she was drunk. When they were both drunk. When it wouldn't be this real or perfect. Or fragile.
It is barely a moment of hesitation, but it makes a lump stick in her throat nonetheless. When her eyes flutter open, it takes a second for them to adjust. The world comes into focus slowly, but the passage of time is still much slower in Gail's consciousness than in reality, and her vision sharpens as Holly's hands drop to her lap. Her bra straps have slackened, but still sit on her collarbones.
Holly is watching her, lip caught between her teeth. The straps of her bra are slipping towards her shoulders tantalisingly slowly. That's not just a matter of Gail's perception, they actually are moving that slowly, she's fairly certain of it. Gail leans forwards, lifting her hands to Holly's shoulders, her fingers dancing on the skin beside the loose straps. She watches the brunette intently, waiting for an almost imperceptible quirk at the corner of her mouth before she hooks the pads of her fingertips around the straps and guides them over her shoulders. The garment flutters to the floor, but neither of them pay it any heed.
The position they are in, with Holly straddling Gail's lap, combined with Holly's extra inch or so on her in height, means that Holly's chest would almost be in her direct eyeline if she were to look straight forward, but she continues to look up at the face of the other woman. Her breathing shallow, she is caught between a near irrepressible desire to look down, and a terror at the idea of actually doing it.
Her breathes are short and shallow. Something about that moment, about the processing of seeing, or revealing,for the first time feels like a step larger than any they have taken so far. Stuck in that paralysed state, internally she almost laughs at the absurdity of not being able to do something which she so desperately desires to. From Holly's shallow breathing, and her refusal to break their eye contact, it seems she is not alone this perplexing feeling. The intensity of Gail's fear is as though she is nervous that she is going to look down and see two tiny bears' heads sprouting out of Holly's chest.
She lets out a haughty breath at the idea of it.
She wants to kiss her, to ignore this moment. If they sped things up, if they got caught up in the rush of oxytocin that is flooding their bodies, and didn't take the time to relish in these moments, she knows things would be easier. But she knows it would be a disservice to them, or mostly to the magnificence of the woman in her lap, to do so. So she looks down, slowly, to her collarbone, to the mole on her right breast, and then further.
When her eyes reach their destination, and settle on the nipples in front of her, she lets out another low laugh. They are almost exactly as she had imagined they would be, and boy had she imagined. They're nipples, they're pinkish brown and the expected size and slightly erect. Yet they're so much more. Somehow they transcend their composition of flesh and skin and glands. Gail has never felt so unable to look at anything else. Her breath catches and she feels slightly suddenly light headed, and she's fairly certain she knows exactly where that blood has gone.
"Fuck," She breathes. "You're so…" She doesn't know how to finish her sentence. Beautiful doesn't do justice, breathtaking is true yet not enough. And any accurate compliment, if she was somehow able to find one, is far too dangerously close to revealing how enchanted she is by the sight before her.
She reaches towards them, but a sudden strike of panic makes her divert her route and find purchase on her stomach instead.
She looks back up at Holly, who recognises the cue and leans down to kiss her.
Gail closes her eyes, revelling in the kiss, but unable to fully concentrate upon it as she slowly runs her hands up Holly's torso, circling but making an unmistakeable path upwards.
When she first brushes the underside of a breast Holly stills above her. Fear flickers across her mind, but her trembling fingers continue in their path, as she pushes her tongue deeper into Holly's mouth.
Her palm brushes over a nipple, and the moan that Holly releases is unforgettable. Cupping both breasts with her hands, she tries to replicate some of the movements that the pathologist had been doing to her through her shirt moments earlier. Working inwards, massaging from the outer breast towards the nipples, she lets her memories and her desires determine her course.
Holly's head falls back, and she kisses her neck, working down to her collarbone, which she reaches as her fingers pinch the sensitive skin at their destination.
Holly's writhing under her hands instils a new confidence in her, and she continues her path downwards, kissing long, open mouthed kisses against her chest. When the flesh under her mouth turns from her hard, bony ribcage to the swollen tissue of her breast, she glances upwards. Holly is looking down at her, and smiles.
Gail, encouraged by Holly's dark eyes and the way she licks her lips as she smiles, continues in her path, her kisses becoming more concentrated as they continue on their path. She stops for a moment, mouth open against olive skin. Her open mouthed kisses are sloppy, she knows that, but she doesn't care. She takes a breath, and sucks. Holly hisses, fingers tightening in her hair.
She continues, kissing then sucking, then ever so lightly grazing with her teeth, until she knows that the topography of the skin beneath her is about to change. She can feel it against her cheek. She pauses, she breaths, and then she kisses again. Her tongue wraps around the nipple, and Holly squirms. She sucks it into her mouth, and she squirms more. She beats it with her tongue, and she feels fingers digging into her shoulder blades.
She sucks and flickers and kisses and sucks again, until, needing more, she drops her hands to the bottom of her own t-shirt. Pulling back, she watches Holly's glassy eyes follow her hands as they lift the t-shirt over her head.
Holly bites her lip, and smiles. Her skin has flushed, and her chest rises and falls with her heavy breathes. Gail struggles not to cross her arms across her own chest and hide from Holly's gaze.
"You're breathtaking." The brunette whispers, leaning in to kiss her once again. Hands run up and down her sides, and Gail shivers. Fingers dance over her sensitive skin as she clings onto Holly's back. Holly grazes her nipple as she reaches up to cup her cheeks once more, then her hands can no longer be felt anywhere on her body.
One hand resting on the back of the couch, Holly guides Gail sideways, down onto the cushions of the couch so that she is laying rather than seated. Gail is immediately grateful, the effort of staying sat upright having become far more difficult than usual when her senses and nerves were being assaulted as they were. Barely breaking their kiss as she does it, Holly repositions herself to straddle one of Gail's thighs.
They kiss, and their hands roam across the newly exposed expanse of skin, occasionally joined by their mouths in their explorations. As the intensity and need to their kisses increases once more, Holly again starts to rock against her, and Gail cries out, encouraging Holly's dry humping with a hand on her hip.
She pushes up into Holly's thrusts, but it isn't enough, she needs more. She grasps onto Holly's shoulder, nail's digging in.
"Holly," she gasps between kisses.
Holly slows, opening her eyes as she hovers just above Gail's face.
Gail looks down between them. "I need… more." She whispers.
Holly pulls back a fraction of an inch, and blinks, before giving a small nod. "Let's go to my bedroom. It… it's nice in there, more proper…" She mumbles.
Gail nods, not that she particularly cares where they are. The couch had been serving them perfectly well, and she's not much of one for propriety when it comes to sex. But she appreciates the sentiment. "Okay." She smiles.
Holly leans back down for a deep kiss, then falls back on her heels. She reaches behind her for their tops, pulling her own back on as she gets to her feet. She takes a moment to look down at Gail before passing her own t-shirt over. Gail feels her cheeks heat up under Holly's gaze, but her heart pounds nonetheless.
Holly sits, watching her, for a moment. "I can't quite put into words how I feel right now." She murmurs. "This… you, are astounding."
Gail glances away, unable to hold her gaze. She knows what she wants to say. She can't believe that she got this far into her life without being in this position with a woman before. But she can't quite bring herself to say it. "Me neither." She whispers.
Holly smiles. "I'm going to get a glass of water, do you want anything?" She asks, as she pushes herself to her feet.
Gail shakes her head. "I'm okay, thank you."
She pulls her own t-shirt back over her head.
"I uh… do you want to go, I'll meet you up there?" Holly asks, as she pours herself a drink from the tap.
Gail fumbles for a moment, looking down at the ground. "Yeah, I'll… see you in a sec."
Holly smiles. One of those warm, affirmative, comforting smiles that she is so good at. "I'll be up in a moment."
Gail smiles, unsure of where to look, but she takes to the stairs nonetheless, heart pounding as she walks towards the moment that she knows will hang in both their memories for a good while.
II
Gail is sat on the end of Holly's bed, curled over her phone, as the other woman enters the room. When she registers her presence she scrambles to her feet. She licks her lips, unsure of how to proceed.
Holly lingers in the doorway, seemingly equally unsure. She is holding two glasses of water, and holds one out towards Gail. "I didn't know if you wanted some?"
Gail nods, although not necessarily because she particularly desires it, but rather because it occurred to her to nod her head before it did to shake it. "Thank you."
She steps forward and takes the glass. Upon raising it to her lips, she becomes aware that she needed it more than she realised, and relishing the feel of the cold liquid running down her still quite dry throat.
Holly smiles. "I don't know about you but I don't think my body still hasn't quite recovered from last night."
"Apparently mine neither."
Holly laughs, and looks down at the ground. "Are you finished?" She gestures to the empty glass in her hands.
Gail nods, letting Holly take it from her hand, and watching as she places it next to her own on the drawers behind her.
Gail's arms hang uselessly next to her, phone in one hand and the fingers of her other repeatedly stretching and contracting just so that they have something to do.
It is undeniably awkward.
"Can you put this with them?" She asks, holding her phone out.
Holly nods and does as asked.
If Gail thought that would have somehow made her feel less awkward – and on some level she admittedly had hoped it would – she was wrong.
Holly takes a step towards her, biting her lip, and Gail is overwhelmingly grateful that she made the first move. She raises a hand to push a strand of blonde hair behind her ear.
"I didn't do a bad job of this huh?" She grins.
"Traci seemed to think so." Gail replies, noncommittal.
Holly raises her eyebrows. "Just Traci?"
"I guess you did alright." Gail concedes.
"I can't believe you let me do it." Holly continues to play with the hair.
"I normally wouldn't. But I guess anything would have been better than the state it was in when you found me."
"That's probably true." Holly nods. Cupping Gail's face in her hand, she closes the distance between them to a couple of inches. "How are you feeling?"
"I…" Gail is stumped by the question. "I'm fine. I'm good."
"Good." The corners of Holly's lips curl up into a smile that hasn't quite reached her eyes by the time she has completely closed the distance to kiss Gail.
As Holly kisses her, Gail finds herself being slowly guided backwards, until the backs of her knees hit the mattress. She leans back and sits down, intending on bringing Holly with her, but the brunette breaks their kiss, remaining on her feet.
Gail bites her lip. "Are you okay?" She asks.
Holly blinks. "Yeah, I… uh, I still have a bit of a headache, that's all."
"Oh." Gail stutters. "Oh. Are you… were you…" She fumbles over her words, she wants to say something, to work out what is happening, but she can't find the right question to ask. "A bad headache?" Is the question she eventually settles on.
"Not bad. I'm being silly, ignore me." Holly shakes her head and leans in for another kiss before Gail can stop her. She kisses her leisurely, the need and desperation that had overcome them downstairs dampened back down again by their short break.
Holly starts to climb onto the mattress to straddle her lap, and Gail shuffles back to give her the room. Their kisses grow deeper, and Holly clings on to her, fingers in her hair and thumbs running over her jaw over and over. However, even as she started to loose herself once more, Gail finds herself unable to completely fall into the abyss with the woman on top of her, and she pulls back.
She leans back on her elbows, sucking both her lips into her mouth and pursing when is left of them for a moment before speaking. "Did you have a headache downstairs?" She asks. "Like, were you uncomfortable?"
Holly straightens up slightly. "No… I was fine downstairs. I couldn't have been better. It was stopping, and getting a drink… I realised how dry my mouth was and then the headache started up again." She bites her lip for a few seconds before continuing. "It's to be expected, given how much we drank last night. And um… oxytocin and endorphins are very effective painkillers so it's not too much of a surprise that I was feeling fine, given… what we were doing tends to lead to the release of a pretty abundant amount of those particular hormones."
Holly's eyes dart from her hands to Gail's face as she speaks, and it doesn't take a genius to work out she's nervous. Gail can't help but smirk at her anxious nerdy rambling, though.
"So… it seems to me like we should be aiming to get those hormone levels back up again then, yes?" Gail says slowly. Her heart is pounding in her chest, and she's sure if her hands weren't firmly holding onto the comforter below them they would be shaking violently.
Holly lets her head fall forwards in a slow nod. "Yes… that would work."
"Okay, good." She pushes herself up to meet Holly for another kiss.
The pathologist reciprocates for a second, maybe two, before pulling back again. She clambers back up onto her feet, pulling Gail with her. Bewildered, the police officer doesn't offer any resistance and lets herself be tugged back to a standing position.
Holly scuttles around to the side of the bed. It hasn't been remade since they slept in it for once, but Holly sets about trying to correct that, tugging the comforter towards her.
"Here, let me help." Gail says, wiping her sweating palms on her shirt before she grabs the other side of the comforter and straightens it out.
"Maybe we should change the sheets, we must have sweat all over them last night, I was boiling when I woke up."
Gail licks her lips, before getting up onto the mattress and crawling towards the other woman. She plants a gentle kiss on her lips when she reaches her. "It's fine, they're only going to get sweaty again."
Holly kisses her back. "I want it to look good. For you." She murmurs against her lips as they part again.
"It looks fine, it doesn't matter."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm sure." Gail whispers, pulling Holly towards her until she clambers back onto her lap once more. They continue to kiss, Gail raising a shaking hand to hold onto Holly's shoulder as their kisses deepen once more.
"What's wrong?" Holly asks.
"I was going to ask you the same thing."
Holly breathes heavily. "I'm sorry I just… I think I ruined it."
"Ruined what?"
"This." Holly sighs. "I shouldn't have stopped and got that glass of water. I was really into it and I ruined it."
Gail has to look away from Holly's face so that she doesn't become overcome by inappropriate laughter at the woman's earnestness. "Holly." She says, when she has relaxed her face muscles enough to look back at the woman straddling her. "You can't apologise for needing a drink, you're severely dehydrated… and…" She trails off, looking away to hide her grin once more.
"What?" Holly asks, eyebrows furrowed.
Gail bites her lip and smiles, shaking her head. "I can't…"
"Can't what?"
"I can't say it, you'll judge me."
Holly's eyes narrow and her shoulders sink. "Tell me, I'm nervous enough as it is without worrying about this as well."
Gail purses her lips for a second, considering her options.
"Gail." Holly whines. Or at least, she comes as close to whining as Gail as ever heard Holly come.
"Fine, but don't judge me. I was going to say…" She feels the blood rush to her cheeks and she takes a moment to let them cool. "I was going to say that with where we were going, you having plenty of moisture available in your body was in both our interests."
There's a moment of silence as Holly interprets her words, then, "Gail!" she shrieks, leaning forwards to swat at her shoulder.
Gail grins, and grabs the other woman's wrist as she swipes, pulling her arms out from underneath her so she collapses forwards towards her. Holding onto both her wrists, and wrapping her legs around Holly's waist, she flips them, revelling in Holly's continued squealing. She releases her arms, and leans back onto her heals, grinning down at the brunette, smug at the reversal of their previous positions.
"Who knew you were so dirty?" Holly asks as her laughter subsides.
Gail flashes a wicked grin. "Cheered you up though, didn't it?"
Holly's face falls, and she pushes herself up onto her elbows. "Gail…" She says, her voice soft and velvety. "You don't have to cheer me up, that's not what I wanted… I'm just a bit annoyed at myself, that's all."
Gail shrugs. "And like I said, you shouldn't be annoyed at yourself for wanting a drink."
"It's not just a drink though, is it?" Holly looks away. "If we'd carried on we would've, well, I would've had sex, happily, and I would've enjoyed it but now, I've psyched myself out by worrying about it not being perfect, and I… don't think… I know, that I can't..."
Gail sights, and her chest feels noticeably lighter. A small twinge of disappointment is easily matched by an unexpected wave of relief.
As much as she wants to go all the way with Holly, as much is she was ready for it… her heart has spent the past hour beating out of its chest and she is barely able to hold her body from shaking at the prospect. Never has she spent so long building up to having sex, and never has it had such a devastating effect on her nerves. All the build up and the slow kisses and the time spent taking in every moment and every new expanse of skin they reveal to each other… they have made each moment as close to perfect as she knows how to get but the suspense has become overwhelming. She can barely contain her excitement but nor can she contain the terror.
"Holly, if you don't feel up to having sex you shouldn't be annoyed at yourself." She whispers.
"I'm sorry. I want it to be perfect for you, and I don't feel perfect. I tried, and I nearly made it but…"
Gail leans down to kiss her, gently, chastely, on the lips. "I don't mind, Holly. You aren't the only one who's slightly freaking out about this. I'm glad you said something and stopped it. I'd hate to think you were just doing it because you thought I wanted to."
"It's not just today… it's the whole weekend. I know we didn't say it but, I thought… last night, we would… and then I drank too much and we couldn't, and now I'm too hungover and I've psyched myself out of it… and now I've ruined the whole weekend…" She trailed off.
Gail's brow furrows, trying to wrap her mind around what has just been said. "Holly if you don't feel up to sex that doesn't mean you've ruined the weekend."
Holly looks up at her, a red mark starting to form on her lip where she keeps chewing on it.
"For one thing," Gail continues. "It was me who was too drunk to do anything on Friday night, so you can hardly feel bad about the whole weekend. And for another, I really don't mind. I've had a great weekend, regardless of whether we've boned or not."
Holly cringes, but the corner of her lips curl to hint at a smile. "You're just saying that."
Gail shakes her head. "I don't do that whole lying to appease people's ego thing. It's not my style."
Holly's eyebrows rise and fall. "I suppose that's true."
"And it's not like we didn't do anything. Today was pretty fun."
"Yeah?" Holly smiles.
Gail shrugs, smirking, but inside her heart is thudding once more. She slides off of Holly and falls with a surprising thud to the mattress next to her. "I get why my high school boyfriends always wanted to stick their hands up my shirt now."
"Well, you do have an excellent pair of breasts."
"Look who's talking." Gail snorts, but when Holly turns to look at her, she feels her cheeks turn pink. "Just saying, not many people get to touch such a good pair of boobs the very first time they go to second base with a woman. I must have some pretty good game."
"Well, it was you who was saying that lesbians love you last night."
"True." Gail sighs. "They really do." She looks up at the ceiling. "Hey, you must be starving, do you want to get some food?"
Holly hums. "I probably should. I don't fancy cooking though, do you want to get some takeout?"
"Three times in one weekend, that's a bit extravagant?" Gail teases.
"Are you complaining?"
"Mm, no, not particularly." Gail watches Holly push herself to her feet and collect her phone from the night stand.
"What do you fancy?"
"I'm not fussed."
"Hmm," Holly hums as she scrolls through her phone. "Oh, I don't know, you choose?" She says, throwing her phone at the blonde on her bed.
Gail scowls, and picks up the device. She browses in silence for a few minutes, evaluating their options.
"Are you coming over tomorrow night?" Holly asks.
"I'm on nights this week, remember?" Gail replies, not looking up.
"Oh, yes. Of course."
"I can come over on Friday, if you're not busy?"
"Nope, Friday works."
Gail looks up at her and smiles.
"I won't freak out on Friday, I promise."
I can't promise I won't, Gail snarks to herself. "I won't mind if you do."
"Okay. But I won't." Holly smiles, biting her lip as she does so. "I won't be hungover and gunky feeling either. I could cook something for dinner, get some nice wine, candles you know… set the mood."
"Sounds perfect." Gail smiles. And terrifying. "But you don't have to."
"I want to." Holly grins.
"Okay… well, it's a date then."
"Perfect." Holly leans down to kiss her. "I can't wait."
This chapter goes out to all fans of boobs and boob touches alike.
+5 points to you if you can identify the line which was heavily inspired by/blatantly ripped off from my favourite Arrested Development joke. (no seriously, tell me if you spot it, I would be thrilled)
Apologies for the overuse of the word 'breast'. I couldn't bring myself to write 'bosom' and boobs and tits just don't quite set the right mood.