Chapter 2: Feeling
Holly
When Gail walked into my office, I couldn't contain the smiled that appeared on my lips, she looked adorably angry, pouting, with wildly tousled hair, a white knuckle grip on the beanie she presumably just removed. A week had passed since the interrogation room kiss, 6 days since I woke up with her in my arms, and 4 days since I had last laid eyes on her. We had kept in contact, texting constantly and calling each other before we went to bed. Today I assumed her pout had been brought on by our lack of communication. In a rush to leave for work, I had left my mobile on the coffee table, I hadn't had the time to notice, I had been slammed with autopsies.
"You don't write; you don't call." Gail dropped herself into the chair opposite my desk with a thud. "I'm sorry, I left my phone at home and I've been extremely busy." I pushed my glasses to the top of my head and studied her, she seemed comfortable and at ease with herself in her combat boots and oversized sweater. "I've missed your face." Gail rolled her eyes as the words left her mouth. I am quickly learning that Gail unintentionally said extremely adorable things around me, often without permission from her brain. "I've missed your face too." I stood up and rounded the desk to stand in front of her.
"You look adorable today." I smiled, leaning down to kiss her quickly. "Not so fast." Gail grabbed the lapels to my coat when I tried to stand up. I searched her eyes as she pulled me back down to her lips, the kiss stared slow and sweet, quickly though her tongue begged for entrance. I had become accustomed to how quickly kissing went from soft and sweet to extremely heated in a matter of moments. "Mmhhm, hang on." I licked my lips pulling away from her enough to kick my office door closed. "Better" I smiled, leaning back to meet her lips again placing my hands on the armrests of the chair. When we pulled apart, we were both breathing heavy.
"Are you done with work, can we get out of here?" Gail pleaded, the puppy dog pout quickly winning me over. "Dinner?" I asked, trying not to kiss her, her lips were still puckered and swollen from our previous session. "Please." she grinned and then pouted, she knew I couldn't deny her when she pouted. Her pout made me cave instantly, an attribute that had been present in our friendship but would be the death of me if she discovered just how easily I would bend to her will. "Give me 10 minutes to clean up and I'll be ready." I quickly stood upright and walked behind my desk to pack up.
Honestly, I needed a moment to calm down, her lips were intoxicating and addicting. I found it harder and harder to have any form of self-control with each kiss. After a few moments, my thoughts often lead to us both in rather compromising positions. I couldn't remember ever feeling this way, especially after only a few days. I needed to let Gail set the pace, when she felt ready for that step we would take it. I didn't want to push her, as much as I wanted to push her up against everything and have my way with her, she would set the pace. It had become a mental mantra, repeating it when she touched me, or I caught her staring.
Trying to clear my thoughts of taking Gail in my office, I managed to clear the mess from my desk and workstation. "Can we leave?" Gail whined as she shifted impatiently in her chair. "Yes." I picked up my bag and walked over to her. "Let's go." I held my hand out to her needing to regain some form of contact. "Finally!" Gail exasperated quickly taking my hand, I felt an instant calm wash over me from the contact.
"Where to for dinner?" I asked as we waited for the heater in my Jeep to warm up. "I'm thinking takeout, beer, and much needed make-out time on your couch." Gail grinned rubbing her hands together; it seemed cruel that we were sitting in a car in the middle of the harsh Toronto winter, being assaulted by the cold air blasting out of the air vents. "Sounds perfect." I smiled adjusting my seat belt saying a silent thank you when the heat started filling the car.
The drive back to my place was calm and quiet; Gail held my hand the entire way, slowing massaging circles along my skin, slowly driving me crazy. "Wanna head up?" I asked, we had been parked for a moment, but Gail made no motion to get out of the jeep. It almost appeared that she hadn't noticed that we had stopped. "Yeah" she shook her head and smiled at me before letting go of my hand.
I wanted to ask her what had happened at work, I figured her mood was work related. She usually acted this way when her day had been overly eventful. I followed her into my building and we stood silently waiting for the elevator. "Everything ok at work today?" I asked readjusting the strap of my bag. Before she answered the elevator doors slid open and shuffled in, her fingertips ghosting over the back of my hand. "Yeah." She sighed, turning to pull me into a hug; it surprised me at first, but I quickly relaxed into her embrace. "I've missed the way you smell," she breathed against my neck and I felt my breath catch, her voice low and husky. "I don't like not seeing you." She muttered pressing her nose into my neck, her arms wrapping tighter around me.
I felt a strong urge to push her against the wall, kiss her, and drive my thigh between her legs. I had no idea one person could cause me to be in such an unfit mental state nearly all the time. "Are you ok?" Gail asked, kissing my neck, I bit into my lip suppressing the moan. "Yeah" I croaked, god I needed space, I didn't want to push her away though. "Hol?" Gail breathed and I pulled back from her enough to see her face. "I'm sorry" she smiled before backing away, as if she could read my mind, I'm sure my eyes gave me away, I wanted her. "Why?" I asked, trying to act as if my body wasn't on fire, that I hadn't just imagined ravaging her in the elevator. Her mouth opened to answer when the elevator doors slid open. "Let's order dinner." she took my hand gingerly and led me to my apartment door, I fumbled with the keys a few times before successfully granting us access.
Gail sat on the floor in front of my couch eating directly from a takeout container, her hair stood on end and her socks didn't match. God I was falling for her, she couldn't possibly me more adorable. "Fuck." she pouted placing her chopsticks between her teeth. "Empty." she tossed the container back on the table, I couldn't help but to smile at her. "Gail, there are 10 other food containers in front of you, we can't possibly eat all of it tonight." I shook my head and spooned rice onto my plate trying to pretend that I hadn't spent the last 10 minutes just watching her forgetting my own food. "It's the only one with honey chicken in it Holly." She glanced back at me takinga long pull from her beer, I watched the pale column of her neck slid up and down and she swallowed.
"Want mine?" I asked, glancing down at my plate, I had almost half of the container of honey chicken on my plate, i didn't care too much for it and we had plenty else to choose from. Gail didn't say anything she just finished her beer and walked into the kitchen. "Gail if you want it, you can have it." I laughed when she sat back on the floor with a beer still looking disappointed with her food options. She surveyed the containers on the table for a third time. "I can't take my girlfriends food, apparently its rude." she picked up a container of noodles and I choked on my beer.
"Are you ok?" she asked, looking back at me with a raised eyebrow. "Uh" I coughed and took a few slow sips from my beer, needing to calm the scratch in my throat. "Sorry, I didn't" Gail stared down her face contorting to an expression I had never seen. "Sorry Hol, that just" she started as I moved from my perch on the couch to sit behind to her, I needed to see her face. "I don't know what we are, I like you, and I think you like me. Everyone at work calls you my girlfriend and I kind of" she stuttered, stopping mid-sentence. I lunged at her quickly capturing her lips between mine as we both fell onto the rug, I couldn't wait to let her finish, I needed to kiss her. "I do like you." I breathed kissing her again, feeling my tongue slip past her lips and sliding along hers, I didn't even attempt to suppress my moan, she felt amazing. "I wasn't expecting it." I nuzzled my nose against her cheek taking slow breaths. "It doesn't bother you?" Gail asked, avoiding my eyes, I had hoped kissing her would answer her question.
"I like the way girlfriend sounds, almost as much as when you call me babe." I laughed pulling back to study her face. "I have a rule" Gail laughed watching me, her eyes searching mine. "What's that?" I asked, shifting my weight to lay next to her rather than on top of her. "You're not allowed to forget your phone. Not talking to you and not seeing you, It's unbearable." She ran her thumb along my cheek, her fingertips slipping into my hair. "Deal." I breathed before leaning down to her, I felt my breath hitch which caused her to smile.
"I need you Hol" she barely whispered before kissing me, my self-control disappeared in an instant as I settled myself on top of her. Instinct took over, I needed to hear her moan, to feel her beneath me, I brought my thigh between her legs and gently pressed towards her feeling her moan into my mouth. "Scratch that." I breathed kissing along her jaw, scraping my teeth gently just below her ear. "That sound, that sound is my favorite." I muttered into her ear as I pushed up again, feeling her warmth against my leg, she moaned again and I became lost in feeling her.