NSFW. Pretty sure this is the last chapter. Please review
Gail had trouble figuring out which key of hers went with a lock in normal circumstances. Now she was trying to hurry, she was drunk, and had Andy's keys mixed in with her own. She considered giving up out of frustration. But saying "what in the fuck" a lot and several keys later, the lock clicked and the door swung open.
Holly had barely realized the door was opening when Gail grabbed hold of her and pulled her inside. The things that Holly had been holding were taken by Gail and tossed aside. The keys too were carelessly tossed onto the counter, of which they slid off and under a chair. It was going to be hard to find them in the morning but that didn't really matter right now.
Gail pinned Holly against the door making it rattle under the force. Gail cupped her girlfriend's face while Holly held tightly onto the hips in front of her. Gail's lips tasted of tequila, salt, and beer. When Gail finally drew back a bit, Holly had to gasp for air.
Gail was searching for the zipper on the back of Holly's one-piece costume. The zipper was small and sort of embedded into the fabric. Gail had trouble getting a good grip and when she did, the zipper didn't move. She tugged a few more times and nothing. She pulled Holly away from the door and looked at the zipper a little closer. She couldn't see why it wasn't working and she was becoming really impatient.
Holly, who was being held in an awkward position as Gail inspected the zipper, asked, "Something wrong?"
"This stupid fucking zipper," Gail huffed and whined, "I just want your costume off. I've been waiting all fucking night."
"Let me try," Holly reached around to the back of her neck and tried the zipper, but no luck.
"I'm going to get the scissors."
"What? Why? No."
"I'm getting the scissors. If that costume isn't off you by the time I find them then I'll cut it off," Gail threatened and headed to the kitchen.
Holly scrambled to get the zipper working. She couldn't let Gail cut her costume, or possibly more in her drunken state. The costume was important, it fit her well and maybe she wanted to use it again sometime for any number of reasons, with future roleplay at the top of that list.
When Gail came back with scissors, the costume was lying on the wooden floor and Holly looked very pleased with herself. Gail threw down the scissors, hopefully on a table but she wasn't really paying attention so they could have landed anywhere.
Holly was almost knocked off her feet as Gail closed the gap between them. Hands were gripping at clothing and dropping it to the floor as they tried to make their way towards the bedroom. With hands going everywhere, their lips pressed together, and the only light coming from streetlights shining through windows, neither one could really see where they were headed. After banging into a few things that might leave bruises in the morning and nearly tripping over a couple things, they made it to the bedroom, but Holly wasn't going to make it to the bed.
Again, Holly was pinned, this time against a wall. Gail's lips were on her neck hands caressed her breasts. Gail pressed her thigh between Holly's legs. Holly gasped and moaned. She ran her hands through blonde hair and tried to keep from collapsing on the floor from the weakness she felt in her legs. This wasn't going to take long. Between the dancing together all night and the makeout session in the back of the cab, Holly was already more than halfway there. And it helped some that Holly could see Gail's pretty face again, since the zombie makeup was mostly sweat off on the dance floor; the last of it that clung to her face wouldn't last much longer.
Gail kept pressure with her thigh but also placed her two fingers between Holly's legs. Holly cried out as Gail began to move her fingers back and forth, ever so gently dipping them inside. All the while she kissed along Holly's collarbones and held her girlfriend with her other arm. Gail may not have looked that strong but police work had given her a fair amount of upper body strength.
Gail's fingers began to move faster, rhythmically, and the world began to lose focus for Holly. Gail was definitely doing most of the work of holding her up at this point. Holly was panting and she knew that noises and words were flying out of her mouth but she couldn't really hear anything over the sound of her heart pounding. It built and built, then the whole world slipped away as Holly felt the release.
When the world around her began to spin again, when it came back into focus, when Holly could breathe even if it was a little raggedy, she found her face in Gail's shoulder. She lifted her head up and Gail gave her a few pecks on her lips and cheeks. When Gail stopped, a very accomplished grin donned her face and Holly couldn't help but smile back at her. But it was all short lived, once Holly's breathing evened out and her legs seemed to work again, she was determined to give back better than she'd received. Holly was thankful that Gail hadn't teased her but that didn't mean Gail would get the same treatment.
Holly pushed Gail down onto the middle of the bed and wasted no time in crawling on top. Their bodies fit perfectly together, no matter the position, whether they were just lying in bed together or something more.
Holly knew her way around the female body better than anyone. After all, she spent all day reviewing medical journals and examining bodies, albeit dead ones. But still, she knew from her medical studies where all Gail's most sensitive nerve endings were and which nerves stimulated in one spot would cause pleasure in another part of Gail's body. She used all this knowledge every time she made love to Gail.
Gail arched her back as Holly placed a hand under her and tickled her spine as she kissed her way from Gail's throat down. Kisses down Gail's breasts, her ribs, her stomach. When Holly reached the bottom of Gail's spin, her girlfriend let out an involuntary shudder and Holly smirked while firmly placing kisses along Gail's hips.
Without pause Holly moved back up to Gail's lips, meeting them with force. Holly could sense the impatience in Gail's subtle movements and breathing, but she'd just have to wait. Holly was having too much fun teasing.
Holly moved her way down again. Her mouth moved from Gail's neck to her breasts, hands pressed against the sides of Gail's ribs. As Holly held Gail's nipples in her mouth, occasionally moving back and forth between each breast, licking and sucking. She rubbed along Gail's ribs; fingers and thumbs caressed each nerve ending. She could tell by how loud Gail was getting that she was doing a good job.
Holly made her way down, not stopping at Gail's hips this time. Holly spread Gail's legs and lay down flat between them. She kissed the inside of Gail's thighs, left leg then the right leg, each time kisses beginning near the knee and ending near Gail's centre.
She grabbed onto Gail, with one hand placed firmly on Gail's hips, her thumb rubbing the sensitive nerves there. She slowly moved in to Gail's centre, at first only placing teasing kisses on the hot, wet area. When Holly began with her tongue, she wasn't sure if Gail knew how loud she was being, but Holly took it as a good sign.
Holly's tongue would move fast one minute then slow the next. It moved lines, it moved in shapes, it moved in patterns, it moved to drive Gail wild.
When Holly finally inserted her fingers, one then two, Gail was very vocal about her appreciation. Holly knew she was very close to the edge. While she allowed her tongue to continue to play amongst Gail's folds, she began to move quicker, more rhythmically move her fingers in and out.
Gail tried to get a grip on anything around her, anything that could keep her from flying away. Her hands moved around, she gripped the pillows, the sheets, Holly's hair. Then time stood still as she reached climax and gave a very loud, grateful moan.
When Gail came to her senses, Holly had moved up beside her again and gave her a kiss before rolling over, exhausted on the bed. They were both still for several minutes, just trying to catch their breath. Holly thought she heard Gail mutter, "wow," under her breath at least a few times. Eventually though, Gail kissed Holly's cheek and crawled her way to the top of the bed, got under the covers and laid her head down on the pillow.
Holly stayed still for another couple minutes, both basking in the moment and steadying her breathing. Eventually she stood up and began looking for her clothes. She found her underwear, she knew her bra was somewhere near the dinning table, and she had found one sock. But she couldn't see or think of where the other sock might be. She searched everywhere around the room.
Gail propped herself up on her elbow and looked at Holly in confusion, "What are you doing?"
"I'm trying to find the elusive second sock."
"Why?"
"I'm going to get dressed and go back to my place."
"Why?"
"I don't know," Holly said, "It's what I always do after we have sex. Usually it's the middle of the day and one of us has to get back to work or I have to be up early in the morning and my stuff for work is at home. It's just become routine that I leave after sex… so I thought that's what you wanted and that I should go now."
"You're so weird sometimes," smiled Gail as she moved back the covers for Holly.
Holly raised an eyebrow in surprise that Gail wanted her to stay the night but didn't waste any time in crawling into bed. She got comfortable on her back and Gail placed her head on Holly's chest. Gail then used her fingers to draw invisible pictures on her girlfriend's stomach.
"I had fun tonight. And not just with 'this', but I have to tell you that 'this' was amazing. You never disappoint," Gail kissed Holly's neck gently, "I'm glad you went with me to the party. For someone who's kinda weird and considering that I didn't completely understand your costume, you make a pretty good date for a Halloween party."
"Thanks," Holly wrapped an arm around Gail, "I had fun too. And as for my costume, by the time we finish the Star Trek marathon I've got planned, you'll not only understand my costume but you'll want to be a Star Trek character next Halloween."
"Wow, feeling a little cocky now aren't we?"
Holly gave a little shrug, "Well judging by how loud you were, I'm pretty sure that I rocked your world. So yeah, I'm full of confidence right now."
"I won't deny it," Gail's face turned a little mischievous, "And not gonna lie, a couple times I heard how loud I was being and Mrs. McGregor crossed my mind. I hope that I woke her out of a deep sleep."
"You probably did," said Holly with a big grin on her face. She held onto Gail's hand and entwined their fingers together; she was trying hard to not laugh at the thought of the old lady waking up to the sound of Gail.
"I can only hope," said Gail.
The adrenaline was wearing off now and they became quiet again for a few minutes. In that time Gail played around and inspected Holly's fingers, while Holly ran her fingers through tangled blonde hair.
Gail sighed, "Are you hungry?"
"Sort of. Why? Are you?"
"A little," Gail lied; she was starving.
"We probably should've eaten something before going to the party," said Holly, "I could get us something from the kitchen?"
"No. There's nothing in the cupboards and the only things in the fridge are ketchup, margarine, and two bottles of wine."
"Well good to see you have your priorities right," Holly smirked.
Gail rolled her eyes, "It wouldn't matter anyways. I'm just hungry for pizza."
"I don't think any pizza places are open at this time."
"I know," Gail stuck out her lip in a mock pout.
"But greasy pizza will be great for our hangovers tomorrow. Where's your favourite place to get pizza? Maybe we could go there for lunch."
"Ummm," Gail thought for a minute, "It's not in Toronto. It's up north, like a whole day trip to get there so not a place for lunch tomorrow. It used to be called Sherry's Pizza. I don't think that's what it's called anymore, but Steve went up that way during the summer and said it's still there. It's in this little town just north of Algonquin Park, you have to drive through to the other side of the park to get there. I think the town is called Whitney, but I don't even know if it's a town. It has a population of almost nothing," Gail paused to make sure that Holly was still listening and then continued on, "Even though I don't like camping, I would go up to the park every year with Steve and my dad. It was a chance to get away from my mom for a week, and I always liked my dad better while camping. It was the one time that the topic of my future in law enforcement didn't come up… Anyways, at least once, usually on a rainy day, we'd go to this pizza place. The place doesn't look like much of anything but the pizza was always amazing."
Holly laid quiet for a minute, both taking in Gail's story and surprised that Gail had opened up about a positive childhood experience to her. Then Holly decided, "We should plan a trip up there sometime, except there's going to be snow soon up there, so it might have to wait until the spring."
"Deal," yawned Gail.
"You know, I'm not surprised that little town has such great pizza. One time my university friends and I were sitting, eating amazing pizza, in this small town, when we started talking about where all the best pizza was. We noticed that there were some exceptions but most of our favourite pizza places were in small towns, and the smaller the town, the better the pizza. We even drew up this model graph thing to show there was a direct correlation between the distance from a big city and how good the pizza was. It was fun, but super nerdy now that I think about it, but that's the kind of friends I had in university. They indulged my nerdy tendencies… and… and you're not listening, are you?... You're sleeping."
Gail's eyes were closed and her breathing was shallow on Holly's bare chest. She was fast asleep and probably had been for a little while now. Holly kissed her blonde head, and said, "Goodnight." She closed her eyes and between the dancing, alcohol, exhausting sex, and having her beautiful girlfriend lying in her arms, it didn't take her long to drift off to sleep herself.