and supernatural we continue... anyone for "a little" campfire? ;)

Chapter 16 – Burning the Witch's Hut

Frank got the blond constable back on the tracking lessons, but because formalities went slow, she could not start again until her former training officer returned which did not happened for two weeks. Holly was still unreachable and there was no one who could provide the young woman with answers. Maybe it was really her fault after all. She was never normal, easy going or friendly. Maybe the pathologist was fed up of her sarcasm and snarky attitude.

Gail needed to get out and drink. She reached the nearest bar and sat in the front, drinking her mind off. What the hell was wrong with her? She was never needy or addicted to someone else. She was always her own person. Until a certain forensic pathologist danced into her life, sweeping her off the feet. Damn nerd!

"Hey blondie, how is it going?" asked some guy sitting next to her and ordering two more shots.

"Not interested."

"Come on, just a couple of drinks."

The officer looked him up and down. The dark haired man around early thirties was tall, muscled and very well dressed with expensive rough watch on his left wrist. Gail never took down a free drink, so why not.

After a few more rounds, the refreshment was well needed so she left the bar to catch some fresh air.

"Wait up!" called the man behind her.

"I told you I am not interested."

"It's just sex."

"And you are a man."

"Exactly."

"I am a lesbian you idiot!"

"Everyone says that but deep inside you know you want to have me, I am sure of it." He caught her arm and immediately was sent to the ground with twisted arm behind his back.

"I am serious, unless you have boobs I am not interested, so leave me alone!" A horny man was something she really did not need right now, but maybe a girl?

She browsed the streets until she found the club with rainbow flag above and the linked female marks. She entered and headed to the bar. Ordering the strongest drink they had, she observed the people on the dance floor. Seeing the moving bodies, her desire rose high and with every sip the courage as well. She finished her drink and went to the middle of the crowd, swaying between and with all those female bodies. What was she thinking for the twenty something years! There was nothing better than a woman pressed tight to her. Couple of dances later Gail looked up when a short headed dark haired woman took her attention. They could be dancing for about four songs yet up until now the blonde had not looked at her. Their eyes met quickly followed by their lips. Melting their bodies together as tongues had their own battle.

The next she knew she was dragged out of the bar to a narrow ally, pressed against a brick wall as the brunette was trailing kisses on her neck and groping her breasts. The girl was beautiful but nothing like Holly. Really, where did that come from?! yelled the blonde internally. She grabbed her companion's head and kissed her deeply. Nevertheless the doctor's face appeared in front of her in her mind. Gail felt sick. She felt literally sick. Pushing the other woman away she bent her head behind the nearest trash container emptying her intoxicated stomach.

"Really? Right now?" said the stranger.

"Karma is a bitch," the blonde repeated Noelle's usual remark. She was lucky her hair was in a high ponytail.

"So, are you still sure you don't want to try a rock hard man?" Gail turned around to see the man from before with one more guy. "All I need is your…" he pointed to a certain part of female body.

"You are straight?! Whatever," the other woman rolled her eyes throwing her arms in the air and entered the bar again.

"Get off," snapped the officer tiredly. She was wasted and definitely not in mood to deal with two randy idiots.

"Oh no, I spent thirty bucks and I want them back."

"You shouldn't have offered free drinks then."

"Don't worry sweetheart we will f*k you the way you will never forget," smiled evilly the other red head man. Gail slowly backed off until she hit a solid wall. She was in no condition to fight and fear flooded her heart.

Suddenly there appeared sparks as some electronic device was broken, most probably a camera. The three people turned around to notice a small hooded person.

"Leave the officer alone or I will kick your bums the way you will never forget," said the newcomer.

"You are a cop?" asked the man from the previous bar looking at the blonde.

"Like it really matters. You promised me a great chick and she is really hot," said his companion.

The small person growled and even from the distance the blonde recognised the blazing green eyes full of anger and danger. "Protect," barked Priscilla. From behind her a wolf could be seen. It made a long jump and knocked one of the men down. Miracle stood in front of the blond constable protectively snarling at the two strangers. "Last warning, leave now or have your bums kicked."

The men being all muscles and no brains, attacked. The red head was sent down again by a left hook while the other was slammed against the bricks by his front. The blood was spurting from his nose but it did not stop him from attacking. Priscilla being small and agile moved in time, so the man punched the metal container yelling from pain. The woman stroked his ears and he crashed down from more pain on the dirty ground. While the older officer was throwing the man into the trash container, his companion stood up preparing for an attack. Gail reacted fast enough to kick his groin very hard from behind. His knees buckled and another hit from her to his face sent him down unconscious.

Breathing heavily the older woman looked at her friend with those still green eyes and the blonde knew she was in trouble. "Can you perceive the world around you?" she asked firmly leaving the scene.

"Yes, the rush of adrenaline helps to sober up," the constable caught up with her and they went side by side.

"Then talk," she barked.

"Excuse me?"

"Explain!"

"What?" Gail was confused. The two had not seen each other for weeks and now her trainer was all pissed off at her?!

"I came to the station today only to see you were out of the tracking, then Holly is all mope in her lab and the only thing she said was that you broke it off. And now you are here shagging the first person who crosses your way. So what the bloody hell is happening?"

"I would like to know myself," she snarked irritated. "First it was Holly who broke it off and my mother took me from the tracking course. I told her off and reapplied but had to wait for your return. As it comes to this evening, I am free, I am single, I am drunk and I want to have sex, there is nothing wrong with that."

"Except you almost got yourself raped and most probably killed."

"None of your business."

The older woman growled and slammed her partner against a wall. "You are my working partner, you are my friend, you are my best friend's mate, so don't you dare to tell me you are not my business. Every member of my pack is my business."

Gail shook her off still frowning, nonetheless she did not oppose. It felt comforting that at least someone cared about her. "How did you find me anyway?"

"I noticed you at the bar, you passed by me when you were leaving. The girl came back alone and waves of her anger resonated through the whole room, so I wondered what you had done. What happened?" she demanded again.

"One of the guys invited me for some drinks, later he wanted sex, I sent him off and headed here. Then –"

"Not this, with Holly."

"I don't know."

"What did she tell you?"

"Nothing."

"Once again, what did she tell you?!"

"Nothing really, she just rambled." Just than the blonde realised where they were heading. "What are we doing here? I can't go to Holly like this."

"You are spending the night with me, unless you want me to get you sailor drunk like this to your mommy."

They entered the flat which was very similar to Holly's. The older woman went to the kitchen, filled a large cup with water and handed it over to her friend. "Drink it all." She did as she was told and the cup was refilled again. "Isn't it heavy for your stomach, should I make you a cup of tea?" Gail shook her head. "Then drink some more."

"Are you trying to sink me?"

"No, I want you fully aware of me beating the crap out of you."

"Why am I the one to blame?!"

"You are straight and you hurt my best friend, it's logic. Drink it up!"

"I haven't been straight since the moment I met her." She pouted and finished the cup which was refilled for the third time. Gail moaned and left to the living part falling down onto the plush sofa. "Can't you just make me coffee?"

"Should I beat you right now?!" snapped the other woman.

"What the hell is it now?"

"The lack of common sense. Alcohol dehydrates the brain. The brain hurts because it is dehydrated and now you want me to make you a cup of coffee which dehydrates? Plus the caffeine keeps the alcohol in your system. Are you idiot or just blond?! Drink," the green eyes were hypnotising her so she did as she was told but not without sending deadly glares back. "In the morning you should drink tomato juice, it detoxifies the body."

"Me and tomatoes? Not a good idea."

Priscilla took the cup and left to the kitchen. Few minutes later she came back with the same cup filled with water again and another mug of steaming liquid.

"What is this?" asked Gail desperate.

"Mint tea, your breath sucks," she left to a bedroom and brought a deep grey tracksuit. "Over there is the bathroom, also there is a spare toothbrush and a towel under the sink. Get yourself cleaned."

The younger officer sighed dramatically but inside she was grateful. Indeed these two had a strange kind of friendship but friendship nonetheless. Gail came back feeling slightly better and noticed she had a blanket and pillow prepared by the couch. "Thanks," she said sitting down next to her friend whose eyes were back to navy blue. She took the tea and sipped.

"What did Holly ramble about?"

"I am not sure. Something about the Stewarts being cursed and that she wouldn't let the history repeat so I had to stay away from her to be alive." Gail rolled her eyes. "I am a police officer, danger is my middle name."

Silence fell upon the two women until the older one spoke up, "Lesley."

"Sorry?"

"You are a spit image of her. She was beautiful, smart, funny, always eager to find the truth. Her smile was a killer and her laugh could warm the body during the coldest days. She was an investigative journalist but refused to write any article based on gossips, therefore she spent a lot of time at the morgue and police station. She left her boyfriend for Holly. These two… they were just made for each other," she smiled at the memory. "I had not seen Holly so happy ever before. They were planning the future together and Lesley went to visit her parents for the weekend telling them the grand news about their wedding. On Monday morning she waited for Holly in the morgue… on the autopsy table… with three bullet holes in her chest, one in the heart, the other in her left lung and the third one here between the clavicles. We never found the killer neither we knew why she was killed. Well until now obviously." The blonde frowned so her colleague explained. "The voodoo b-witch."

There was a long silence. Gail had no idea what to say, she just watched her friend in horror as tears were running down the older officer's cheeks. "Erm, you obviously liked her a lot."

She snorted. "Yea, I really did. She accepted me with open arms despite me being a freak.
"Anyway, after that I buried myself in work and Holly left. She applied for Iraq medical help. After all she is a doctor."

"Why?"

"I guess she wanted to feel the death close. Until the death really almost got her. Six months later their medical tent was attacked. Fortunately Holly was out of it that time but the pressure wave threw her against some rock and she hit her head gravely. She spent five weeks in coma and when she woke up she asked for Lesley and if she was in heaven. When the reality stroke, she was devastated. She refused any help form doctors as well as from the family. You see, some part of her motoric brain was injured very badly, so Holly needed a lot of physiotherapy, but she refused it all."

"What changed?"

"I made a little experiment. You know, most of your movements you do subconsciously. When you are thirsty you reach for the glass, but you don't think about reaching for the glass."

They sat in silence for a while, taking a deep breath the other woman continued. "Almost a year later she got well and left to Toronto. To change the surroundings. To meet you. First she had considered you a rebound fling who turned out to be a really good friend until you were shot at. And now the second shooting… it really feels like a curse."

"But I am still alive."

"It is only a matter of time." Priscilla stood up murmuring something about a bloody voodoo.

The blonde watched her browsing through drawers and filling her pockets with something. "What are you doing?"

"Making peace with the wolf spirit or evil forces or whatever."

"What?"

"You stay here, drink water and tea and sleep well."

"You are kidding me, right?" she stood up but immediately was knocked out of consciousness.

Gail woke up on a couch with throbbing head from pain. She looked around kicking her brain to think. Groggily she came to the bathroom and in the mirror she could see a red spot on her temple. "Damn dog," she cursed, washed the face and brushed the teeth still observing her red spot. She almost choked herself when she realised why she was hit. Spitting the tooth paste out, she ran around the whole apartment calling her friend's name. She quickly put on her shoes, took the keys from a basked on shoe rack and ran to the next building.

"Holly!" she yelled banging on the door. "Ignore the fact you don't want to see me and open up. It is important!" She was still banging. "Holly, dammit open the door!"

Finally the door opened revealing the very angry doctor. "I told you to stay away!" She was about to close but the blonde put her foot between the jamb and the door.

"Listen, yesterday Priscilla said something about making peace with spirits and evil or something. And this morning she was not at home and there was this open jar of dry weed I guess. I swear I am not kidding, come on, we have to find her," she implied pushing her will into the scientist's mind.

"It is really insane. She does not believe in any high power. Why are you wearing her clothes?"

"For heaven's sake, Holly! I got drunk last night, we met, she took care of me. We talked and she said something about making peace with these higher powers and before I could say something she knocked me out." She turned her head to reveal the red spot. "When I woke up I could not find her or Miracle. And since it's less than 24 hours I can't even report her missing. So get your head out of your butt and let's go find her before something happens! She is your best friend after all!"

Still suspicious the doctor gave up, took her keys and car key. "How do you plan to seek her?"

"Erm, I would try her favourite forest and then look for footprints and paw tracks."

Luck was on their side as Gail noticed wolf tracks in the mud. She followed them deep into the forest. Also she noticed dry blood and her pulse increased. She searched faster until ahead in front of them there was a wolf pack sleeping deeply together as a big fur ball. If she had a weapon she would shoot to make them run. She prowled closer hoping to notice the only canine she knew. One of the wild animals stirred and woke up. At once it stood on its four paws and growled waking the others. Gail froze at the spot.

"Great, now we are going to be killed by wolves. It must be a destiny," commented the doctor sarcastically.

"Mira!" called the blonde silently praying for the cub to be between them. "Mira!" she called louder. She let her breath out when the said wolf came to the front. Recognising them, it ran and jumped into Gail's arms. "Happy to see you too, lead us to Priscilla."

All the wolves were at alert but did not attack as the two humans walked between them. Seeing her best friend on the ground, Holly sped up and knelt by her side. "Oh my… Pris, wake up," she said gently slapping her face. "Wake up, wake up!"

The other woman looked over to see a body all bruised from deep bloody scratches. The clothes was ripped at several places and looked like it would fall apart any minute.

"What –?" the wavy haired brunette tried to open her eyes. "I know you," she said with a very strange voice and started laughing. "Ouch, my arm hurts," she whined between laughs.

The doctor checked her whole body and touched the left arm that was in very unnatural position. The female on the ground yelped in pain and wolves snarled. "Another twisted shoulder, darling," commented Holly dryly.

Without any more words the younger officer straddled her colleague's waist and put her hand on the chest. "I've got her," she nodded to the doctor.

The scientist pulled and twitched to put the shoulder back into its socket. Very similar like the first time, Priscilla bent her body in pain and the younger police worker slammed her back to the ground.

"That bloody hurts," stated the smaller person and then laughed.

"Pris, you are totally high. How much did you smoke?" asked the doctor.

"A lot… and it was fuuun… and these fluffies started talking to me… that was hi-la-rious! Have you seen talking woofs?"

"And I will happily hear about it when we get you home. Come on stand up," Holly crossed her friend to the other side and put her arms under the healthy shoulder.

The constable looked around carefully observing the pack. "Where did you get them?" she frowned.

Suddenly the oldest of them sat up of her own in a second. "Home!" she repeated looking frantically from one woman to the other with absolutely dilated pupils. "We need to burn the hut," she stated and jumped on her feet and almost fell down if it was not for Holly holding her. "Bloody blood pressure," she swore and then a wide smile spread her lips. "Bloody blood. Why do we use bloody, anyway? Bloody blood, that is stupid."

"What about leaving your philosophical language nonsense for later?" suggested Gail leading them out of the forest.

"Oh of course, of course. Hut first. Let's have a joy ride!"

"To your bed," said the scientist supporting her friend.

"No Holly, I am totally drugged and higher than Eiffel tower but I am serious. We need to burn the hut. Come on, road trip to Montreal, like good old times!" she cheered.

"Is it useful to talk to her when she is like this?" asked the youngest of the women with doubts.

"Of course. Have you not been listening to me?! We need to burn the hut of that witchy… b-witch. And all curses will be broken. And you could have your happily ever after and loads of little Gailly-ies running in a family house with white picket fence, cats and dogs and wolves around. And Meredith deserves to be happy even though she is stupid and hypocritical and I want to find my mate too," she whined. Holly pushed her into the back seats of her jeep and searched the trunk for any spare clothes. "So let's visit Mum and Dad at least and I will burn the hut myself."

"Pris, I can't let you set a fire in the forest. Get dressed," she threw her jeans and a black t‑shirt.

"We must go," the other brunette insisted putting on the clothes. "We must burn the hut. I am going to Montreal," with amazing speed and agility, she opened the door and ran away.

"You crazy wolf!" yelled Holly and quickly started the car following her friend.

"She is really stubborn," noted the blonde admiring the abilities in her friend's current condition.

"Does she remind you of someone?" suggested the doctor with lifted eyebrows and rolled down the window. "Priscilla, get in the car!"

"I am going to Montreal."

"We as well."

"You are lying."

"We will go to Montreal, now come back."

"I want to go to Montreal now. I need to go."

"What you need is a bed and rest."

"I will have that once the bloody hut and all curses are down burnt into ashes."

"Priscilla, get your butt in. You don't really want me to get a ticket because of you."

"You have a police worker by your side. And if we go to Montreal you could have two."

Holly stopped the car. "Alright, you win!" she yelled defeated. "Now get it," she said more calmly.

The older officer stopped too. "Are we going to Montreal?" she asked suspiciously.

"Yes."

"Now?"

"Yes."

"If you go the wrong direction I can tell," warned the tracker.

"I know."

"And I will run away."

"I am aware of it. Now get in."

"Alright," smiled the other brunette with a big grin. First she opened the trunk for the young wolf to jump in and then she climbed to the back.

"Are we really going to Montreal now?" asked Gail with raised eyebrows quietly surprised and doubtful.

"Yes we are."

"Can we stop at home?"

"No!" opposed the other officer. "That would be a detour. We are heading straight there."

"I really need to get changed," commented the blonde measuring the clothes she wore at that time.

Arms wrapped around her neck from behind. "I like that jumpsuit. It looks on you almost as good as on me."

"I'll give you some clothes when we arrive," said Holly taking the slip to Montreal.

Twenty minutes later there could be heard a deep breathing from the back. Gail turned back to see her friend in sleep.

"What are we really going to do in Montreal?" asked the blonde.

"Burn the hut and visit my parents," replied the driver.

"Are you serious? But it was just a crazy high talk. We are not allowed to burn anything."

"And someone was allowed to screw up our lives?" asked Holly very abrasively.

"No, of course… but… do you really believe that?"

"Gail, Priscilla became a lycanthrope after she was torn with a pack of wolves. My fiancée was murdered shortly after we got engaged and now you also almost got killed by my nephew because my sister happened to have a child with our cousin and the recent test results proved there really is some genetic mutation and Tom has a certain level of mental disorder. Why do you think there is this whole incest taboo about sex between relatives? In most cases it leads to mental illness. I guess that is why my sister specialised in psychiatry at the end. Oh and my brother-in-law is dead because he was part of us. All this caused by one person. A shaman who had most certainly cursed us. I am so desperate to try anything that would break this vicious circle."

"What about cutting it down or something? As much as I like flames, setting a fire in woods is illegal and dangerous. We could burn down the whole forest."

"You know, Priscilla is crazy, she is downright crazy. Nonetheless even in her craziest idea there is always a seed of sense."

"I still don't get it," sighed the blonde and leaned her head against the backrest.

"During inquisition, why were witches burnt?"

"Erm, to purify their bodies, I think?"

"Exactly. I admit it was drastic and most of the time useless and only for political reasons. Many people suffered and it was cruel. Therefore I promise I will make sure there will be no living soul when we burn the cottage down to ashes. But fire it must be, because fire is purifying."

"I don't like it."

"You can stay in the car."

"No, not like that. I am scared of losing you. Well, unless I already have," the constable remarked giving a side-glance to the driver.

Holly sent her a quick look and put her hand on the blonde's leg. "I love you. I want you. And right now I am more upset than worried about anything else. When I was in Montreal, I visited Erica's home but could not find a thing. No voodoo dolls, nothing suspicious. Maybe it's hidden somewhere. If we burn the hut we might burn everything evil… hopefully."

They arrived to the destination. Priscilla took a petrol can which Holly kept in her car just in case she would be stuck in the middle of nowhere without gas.

As promised the scientist checked the hut first. There was no one and Gail noticed the inside appeared the same way like she had seen it the last time. Priscilla was outside looking for big stones to be placed around the wooden cottage. There was still the possibility that tree crown would catch the fire but at least they could prevent the flames to be spread on the ground. Then the wavy haired woman went inside with the can and spilled the petrol on the floor and walls. She lightened up her lighter and threw it in.

"Since when do you wear lighters?" asked the blonde suspiciously.

"Hello? I smoke weed all night, how do you think I lit the joints?"

"Campfire?" Then she realised something illegal. "How come you have weed. You are a police officer."

"Special exception. Because I am allergic to medicaments I have permission to have got a few plants on my own."

The smoke was coming out of the windows and under the door. They could see the flames inside burning everything what came in their way.

"Any prayers, girls?" asked the oldest of them.

"May we finally be free and happy," sighed the doctor.

"May all curses be broken," said the tracker.

"May the fire stay in this place," peeped out the blond constable. She looked back, ready to run to the car for a fire extinguisher. She felt like an arsonist, nonetheless she stood on the place watching the flames. There was always something hypnotising about it.

Holly smiled and wrapped her arm around her shoulder pulling her close to kiss the temple.

The three women sat on the ground watching the fire, each in her own world. Gail had many questions but did not want to interrupt the silence. Maybe the two others were praying away all the bad that had been caused by the malicious woman. It was a sacred moment, actually sacred hours until there was nothing left but ashes in the middle of a stone circle. It was already dark when the last flame died.

"Well," Priscilla broke the silence as first. "We know that at least some of our prayers were granted."

"Nobody came and nothing else was set on fire," commented the scientist.

Gail's stomach growled from hunger. "Sorry about that." She had been so stressed up that there was no time to eat for the whole day. "I dare say we deserve a good food now."

"I concur," agreed her colleague.

"Let's go to Mum and Dad's," suggested Holly. They returned the petrol can back into the trunk of the car and headed to the house.

The parents were very surprised but wrapped them all in a warm family embrace.

"Were you making a campfire? You smell horribly," remarked Mr Stewart.

The older officer shook her head. "Don't ask, Dad."

They ate dinner of sirloin steak and rice, chatting with the parents. The evidence that Gail recorded about previous murders of the madwoman cleared many unsolved cases and also the one because of which Priscilla got demoted. Mr Stewart promised that soon she would get her ranks and position back. The blond constable had to think about her future, because when her trainer got the job back, she would be left without a training officer. Or maybe she would be transferred to Montreal? For a while she had to think about how bad or good the option would be. She would definitely be out of her mother's reach but she would have to leave her friends. Would she be able to do what Chris had done two years ago? And what about her girlfriend?

They arrived home at late night. The blonde picked up her things from Priscilla's place while Holly was waiting in front of her building. The young woman came back to her waiting partner her clothes from last night pressing tightly to her chest. She was nervous. "So…"

"Come up with me," asked the doctor quietly.

Gail looked up straight into the chocolate eyes. "You hurt me."

"I know. I wanted to protect you."

"I know. Still I am pretty upset."

The officer did not seem to go away, so the brunette took her hand and led her inside. Gail dropped her clothes by the door and went to the familiar living room. On the table she noticed two framed photos. One was of her and Holly and the other of Holly and a beautiful golden blond woman with hazel eyes. Giving her a blue contact lens and dying her hair bleach blonde, she could be Gail's older sister. They were laughing hugging each other happily. The scientist came to the constable with two steaming mugs. "Is that Lesley? Priscilla mentioned her." The older woman nodded setting the cups down on the coffee table, and taking over the photo. "It must have been hard meeting me after she died."

"It was."

"Are you… are you with me because of her?"

"Not anymore."

The police worker nodded and questions started running in her head. She needed to think it through. And go through. Through the door. Out of here. "I guess, I will be going now." She needed some more time to think in peace. There were thousands of ideas in her brain, mostly about why and if.

As she was passing the doctor, Holly spoke up. "Gail," she called waiting for her partner to turn around, "it might start as a memory of someone I loved and I needed to hold on the past for some more time but when I got to know you… you are unique, you are different, special. I love you for who you are. The insanely witty, smart, loyal, snarky person who dared to call me 'Lunchbox' the first day we met."

"Do you love me more than her?"

The brunette closed her eyes and shook her head. "Differently." There was a silent moment when the officer bent her head looking at her feet, ready to leave. Alas she was stopped again. "Do you love me more than Collins?"

Gail looked up with a quizzical expression. "Well, duh?"

"Do you want to marry me?"

At that moment the world stopped spinning as the younger woman was trying to catch a breath and make her heart slow down. "Excuse me?"

"You were about to marry him."

"But that was different. It was the past."

"Every love is different. Some loves are more intensive than the others, but always different. At that time Collins was yours just like Lesley was mine."

"Where are you going with this?" The constable's gaze was flicking from the main door to Holly's eyes and back. She wanted to leave as much as she wanted to stay.

"Lesley was the love of my life in the past, just like Collins was yours. But now you Gail, you are my present and I can only pray all the Gods and Goddesses for you to be my future." She made a step forward and took Gail's hands in hers. "I am sorry what I put you through. You suffered a lot for me already. However I couldn't stand if you appeared dead on my autopsy table too. I would die for real. I needed to keep you safe whatever it took."

The slightly smaller woman looked up. One glance into those deep orbs and she knew she was not a faded memory. Without hesitation she kissed the tempting lips hungrily, pressing them together and she almost melted at the familiar sensation.

"We need to take a shower," commented the doctor in a misty voice.

"Only if it means joined shower," Gail smirked and let herself being led to the bathroom.

Between kisses they managed to undress each other and enter under the warm stream of water. Gail pressed herself closer. The skin on skin caused the heat and arousal increased in both of their bodies and the breaths sped up. There was no feeling like this. Holly's body against hers. The soft olive skin in contrast of her own porcelain white. They both started moaning at the need of more touch. Their moves quickened, kisses were hectic and their bodies pled for more as they were reaching their peaks. Gail slammed their mouths together to silent her orgasmic scream.

And it was just the beginning of a very passionate night.

They lied snuggled together after another powerful love-making. Holding each other tight and smoothing the other's body anywhere they could reach.

"Maybe Lesley sent me into your life," the blonde said loud her thought.

"What do you mean?" asked the scientist looking up, squinting at the idea.

"She passed away and then you almost got killed but you survived and came here to Toronto. I am sure you could choose other city to work in like Ottawa or Vancouver but you came to me. It's like a destiny. Plus she looked like me."

"Since when do you believe in destiny?"

"Holly, a few hours ago we were burning down a voodoo hag's hut to break up curses. We were not caught for hours and the fire did not spread. I am willing to believe in loads of supernatural things right now. Just in case, I will stop by Celery's, anyway."

Holly laughed and pulled her girl into a firmer hug and kiss. A kiss that changed into a smooch and smooch into a heavy make-out, hands running all over the bodies and sensitive spots brushing against each other again.

thank you!