A/N: "This world's gonna burn...burn...burn...burn"

Yup! That MS MR song was on repeat while I wrote this.

This is the third and the final arc of the talk timeline.

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Hmmm...I am still debating on the rights issue. I want to claim but dunno if I shouldl... ;))

Mistakes are all mine. Story too is mine.

Hey Shakenandstirred: Hmmm...is that how you like your martini or is that how you prefer everything in your life? ;) Anyway, you got a valid point and I gotta give it to you for noticing. See the thing is, when I decided to write the patch-up routine for these two gorgeous ladies, I knew it would be an emotional and tedious journey. As a writer, I feel every emotion I write about and it's just too tiring and scary often times. So, sometimes for my personal amusement I put in a quirk, something that is unrealistic, very far reaching, and hope that readers don't notice. The scotch thing here, was just that; a hyperbole statement just for my own entertainment. And if you read the fourth chapter, there the scene where they wonder why the alcohol isn't affecting them, that was a dig at myself. So, yeah, I am kinda weird; I know! But as I said, my personal entertainment and a balance between the rawness of emotions. Also, about your question, no, I haven't done anything like it before. I love the rustic taste and burn of scotch but I prefer it on the rocks. Thanks for the review and hope I will see one for this chapter too. Take care.

Yeah, now you can all proceed.

So, presenting to you lovely folks... The last part of 'The Talk'.

Enjoy!

Staggering Along The Way

Time To Talk The Talk Of Talks: Dawn (III)

In the last hour or two, she wasn't very sure when Gail had slouched down a little more. Which changed Holly's straddling position from her thighs to her lower abdomen. They had been kissing most of that time; sometimes aggressively but mostly they allowed their lips to get reacquainted slowly, softly, and oh so seductively! Gail's head was resting on the cushion of the single-seater behind her; neck completely exposed for Holly to lovingly nuzzle all over the pale column. Every serration, every hollow, every elevation, Holly's lips whispered over every single inch of that velvety soft skin. Gail was enjoying it; maybe too much. She bathed in it, revelled in it; it had been too long since she had felt such peace. Anything and everything that existed in her body was humming in happiness. Without her knowledge, a slight hum borrowed her voice and sneaked out.

Before the sound could befall Holly's ears, she felt the movement beneath her lips. Her eyes fixed on the raised column in the middle; it bobbed up and down when Gail swallowed silently. She felt offended, ridiculously so, but somehow she didn't want anything to shift without her permission. Before she could think it over she reacted with her own definition of punishment. Her lips parted and her teeth caught the skin that had dared move and pulled at it showing no mercy.

Gail's eyes snapped open when she felt the sting of Holly's teeth. Her hands that were only resting on the brunette's thighs grabbed onto those muscles in surprise, her head pushed back into the cushion on its own and her body arched into Holly's; offering, begging, and pleading for the feast to begin.

And just like that the mood altered. Holly's hands came around Gail's curved body and pulled her in trying to merge them together, skin and soul alike; trying to eliminate every speck of matter between them, no boundaries, no outlines, no air, nothing, absolutely nothing. She blinked out of haze when the patch of skin she had latched onto escaped. Her focus shifted and honed in onto the red, angry mark glaring at her. She cursed herself for getting carried away and contorted her face in trepidation thinking she had crossed a line of comfort for Gail.

Gail felt those eyelashes fluttering against her neck. For a fraction of a second, she was amused by the intensity of awareness her body felt in that moment; fascinated by the fact that she was capable of picking up such minute brush against her skin. The muscles under her grip at Holly's thighs tensed too. She loosened her hold and tried to relax her body. Holly's face was still buried in her neck and those long arms were still woven around her tightly. "Holly," Gail breathed as her eyes stared at the ceiling pointlessly.

Holly curbed the temptation to repeat her action when she felt the vibration her name had caused under her lips. She relaxed her arms but kept it around the shorter woman and rested her forehead on the nearest shoulder. "Hmmm," she responded.

Gail breathed and lifted her head from the cushion. She kissed Holly's left temple and rested her cheeks there. "As much as I am enjoying this, you are squishing my bladder," she said with a straight face.

Holly's whole body shook with soft, almost inaudible laughter. She brought her palms to rest against the cushion, capturing the blonde's head in between her hands. She stretched back and caught the swimming blue eyes. She didn't want to presume whether the cloudiness in those orbs was due to alcohol or arousal; but she wished for the latter. "Oh?" Holly gave that charming lopsided smile. Next she quirked an eyebrow at Gail playfully, "sure you can't hold it? I like it here," she closed her thighs a little more. "It's comfy," she pouted and tilted her head to the right.

Gail's lips curled at corners at the adorability Holly portrayed in that pose. Her right hand left its place and came up to tame the long dark locks that were falling across Holly's cheek down to her neck. Carefully, with only the tips of her fingers, she gathered them, traced them down to the ear, and then curled them behind the soft shell but not before sketching the outline of the flexible shell with her thumb. She wanted to express how magnificent she thought Holly was but the words 'you are beautiful' would most certainly fail to convey those emotions. Her fingers found reprieve at the back of Holly's neck, curtained by the glorious fall of hair. She licked her dry lips and sat up straight.

Holly saw the shift in Gail's features, enthralled and entrapped in the moment. As she righted her neck, the fingers resting at the nape of her neck dug into the hollow at the base of her skull. Her own fingers were turning white as she clutched at the cushion with all her strength. She felt those digits pull her forward and she let them.

Gail used her thumb to pull at the older woman's chin as a result of which those enticing lips parted. Without delay, she seized the lower lip in between hers and sucked ruthlessly. Her indigo eyes met the bronzed pair seeking her. She practically saw the flecks in Holly's eyes shrink and pupils dilate. That fuelled her further and she draped her eyelids over her burning orbs. She then brought her teeth in the mix and bit into the supple lip. Her tongue later took it upon itself to soothe the sting and when satisfied she let it go with a resounding pop.

Holly was way over in her head. She couldn't think. Actually, she didn't want to think. Keeping her eyes closed, she dove in. Her tongue instantly pushed into the warm, wet, luscious cavern of Gail's mouth. The roughness of her tongue teased the underside of Gail's tongue. They both moaned in unison. Seconds later, she naughtily started keeping her tongue out of reach. When the opposite tongue came searching for it, she sucked it inside her own mouth; her cheeks almost hollow.

What sweet torture it was. Had she ever been kissed liked that? Gail doubted. No, she was pretty sure she had never been kissed like that; like the other person was so hungry for every part of her that they just couldn't wait anymore. Holly was breathing her in, spending her with saccharine coated torment. In the struggle of getting her tongue free, she felt those teeth run over it. It was too much for her. She wretched her mouth away before she could do something stupid. "You literally left me breathless," she panted, her eyes still closed. She buried her face under Holly's chin and felt the warm skin against her cheek. She rubbed her cheek against any warmth available, allowing the feeling of combined softness to pacify her heart.

Holly chuckled throatily. "It's only fair, Gail," she retorted. Then a breath apart, "you have been stealing my breath away for forever now," she confessed in a much softer tone.

Gail could hear the rushed thuds of Holly's heart under her skin. She placed her right palm there and concentrated. After a while she realized that their hearts were beating together, beat after beat they complemented each other. Everything she became, she did, she wanted when she was with Holly was a wonder for her. She lifted her head and searched the other woman's calming brown eyes. When she found them, the open look of adoration and want made her skip a beat. She felt it in herself and in Holly too. "How can you do this to me, Holly?" She asked in astonishment. She really wanted to know.

Holly blinked twice. She cocked her head a little. "Do what, Gail?" She spoke in a hushed voice so as not to disrupt the quality of the moment. She was right there on the verge of going insane with want. Her skin tingled everywhere; even her scalp felt like it had generated goose bumps all over the hair covered surface. It was truly a marvel that her skin wasn't melting away due to all the fire burning inside her.

"This," Gail answered. "Make me feel so much." She whispered harshly as if the frustration of not knowing the reason was getting to her. Her eyes burned with tears and she didn't know if she should be happy or sad or if she should even feel anything at all.

"The more you fight it, the more it hurts," Holly supplied the same way as previously. "I gave in a long time ago." She continued and brushed away those tears under Gail's eyes with her thumbs.

She was being completely honest. She had wondered in the beginning how it was possible for someone she didn't even technically know to swirl all those emotions inside her. Not once, not twice, but every single time she saw Gail, she felt the beginning of a thunderstorm threatening to wreck her from inside out. "You have to have some faith, Gail," she whispered and kissed the side of her mouth.

Gail tried to exhale out all the uncertainties simmering deep within her. Holly's presence was helping but still she feared what would happen once she was alone. "Have faith?" She inquired sceptically. "Yeah, like that will help." She scoffed. But just because she was truly terrified and she really had to know, she asked. "Did it work for you?"

Holly had to smile at that. "No, it didn't," she responded honestly. Her eyes twinkled mischievously and that smile upturned. "You still weaselled your way in." She quipped and curled her larger digits around the fingers that were resting above her heart; depicting what and where she meant.

Gail narrowed her eyes and twisted her mouth to side puckering her lips a little. She snatched her hand away and mock glared at Holly. "Weaselled? Seriously?" She squirmed beneath the older woman which reminded her of her blasting bladder. "Just for that, you don't get to kiss me anymore." She declared as acutely as she could.

"Oh," Holly widened her eyes in fear, dramatically. "Like you could resist kissing me," she teased but the undertone carried the seriousness the statement was meant for.

"Touche," Gail countered smugly. "And now if you don't mind, my bladder has been crying for attention."

Holly's lips formed a silent 'oh' and she scrambled away from Gail's lap. She stood up and stretched her arms above her head, groaning deeply with satisfaction.

Gail who was still sitting eyed the part of Holly's abdomen that peeked at her as the grey t-shirt rid up. She gulped and turned her head. Careful not to make any sudden movements, she got up and twisted her torso in both the directions.

"Well, you know where the washroom is," Holly said with a knowing smile.

"Yeah, yeah," Gail moaned in a small voice knowing what was going on in Holly's mind. When you make such a spectacle of yourself in someone else's bathroom, they are bound to tease you; she said to herself as she walked away.

After doing the business, she went to the washbasin to clean her hands. There she stared at her reflection. The past moments came flashing by and she shuddered like a chill had gone through her. She gripped the sink to keep herself straight. Yeah, right; she chuckled, straight, as if. She craned her neck and was strangely very delighted at the mark Holly's teeth had left at the centre of her pale neck. Her right hand lifted itself up and the fingertips traced that patch of skin. Her eyes fell close; she could still feel the wonderful sting it had caused. She had an urge to moan and maybe she did, she wasn't sure. Her fingertips then started mapping her neck and travelled down to the hollow of her throat. She hummed. The hand wasn't hers anymore; it was Holly painting the contours with her fingers. The wanton lust she had seen in Holly's eyes when she was kissing her blazed through her conscience, jarring her away from her dream. "Fuck" she hissed and her hand was back to gripping the sink. She breathed a few times and glared into her sapphire eyes. She clenched them shut when she saw they were wide with lust, brimming with want like she had never known. She pointed a finger at her reflection a minute later. "You," her voice seemed foreign to her own ears. "You, Officer Peck, are horny." She pursed her lips in and nodded. "You aren't allowed to," she shook her head sideways. "Not yet," she exhaled and her eyes closed. All the images of what it would be like to be with Holly, completely and physically, rushed to her brain's forefront. She slapped her cheeks and jumped up and down all the while mumbling what a horny idiot she was, unaware that Holly outside was struggling with the same predicament.

Holly paced the floor nervously and restlessly; wriggling her hands at her sides to lessen the tenseness of her 'screaming for sex' body! If the area was open, she would be sprinting no doubt. She breathed in through her nose and breathed out of her mouth; repeatedly in order to calm her jumping nerves. There was a reason being celibate for long was not recommended for human beings. This is what happened, she berated herself; a little making out and you have become a sex crazed nymph all of a sudden, get it together, Holly! She kept up with the breathing exercise and started reciting the bones and muscles in a human body from skull to toe. When she reached the mouth and the muscles there, her salivary gland ceased functioning. Her throat was dry and she stilled at a spot. The swayed when the feeling of Gail's tongue duelling against hers hit her with a vengeance. She whimpered and hugged her midsection; she was in trouble, so, so much trouble. "Hey," she heard Gail say from somewhere behind her and shivered.

Gail noticed. She came forward and started rubbing her palms over Holly's upper arms. "Are you cold?" She asked with a frown.

"No," Holly mumbled. She cleared her throat and fortunately for her the salivary gland was back to performing its duties. "I was...uh umm...counting muscles?" She meant to answer but it came out as a counter question.

Gail scrunched her face at the incredulity of that answer. She snorted and shook her head. She sighed and went over to the single-seater chair to pick up her leather jacket. Without explaining she put it on and then she turned to face Holly. "I...uh..mmhhmmm um should go," she muttered and pointed her thumb at the front door of the apartment.

Holly blinked in confusion a few times. "No...what?" She felt unsettled all of a sudden. "No...no, Gail. It's middle of the night. Why do want to go?" She rushed out in a single breath.

Gail smiled lovingly. "It's morning, Hol," she softly declared. "Look," she pointed at the clock in the living room.

Holly twisted her torso to see the time and most definitely it was around five o'clock in the morning. "But it's still dark outside, Gail," she argued without turning.

"Yeah, well," Gail muttered. She walked to the front door and started putting up her boots.

Holly watched the younger woman and she knew there was something she was hiding. She followed her to the door and waited for the police officer to finish putting on her shoes. She stood in Gail's personal space peering down at her without saying anything.

Gail clenched her jaw and willed herself not to react, to use all the training the academy had ingrained in her not to break under any circumstances. She swiftly turned to open the door and duck out before Holly could question her. She was successful in opening the door but her right forearm was clasped firmly before she could walk out. Holly was deceivingly stronger than she appeared, she mused.

Holly took two steps toward the blonde and turned her to face her. She ducked down to catch those suddenly shy and avoiding eyes. "What happened, Gail?" She asked in a worried voice. After spending so many hours of taking a few layers off of Gail, she didn't want to see the police officer retreat back into it so soon; at least not till Gail was with her.

"Nothing," Gail whispered and huffed irritatingly at her own cowardice.

Holly didn't say anything. She just cupped Gail's face and kept looking at her. "Did I tell you that I like your hair," she softly questioned as she fingered the cowlick. "It somehow makes you even more adorable than before."

Holly's lips were stretched in that trademark lopsided smile but the fear was evident in those brown eyes. Gail smiled in return. "You have to like it, after all you cut it."

Holly retreated back to glare at the younger woman. "I cut it?"

"Oh you know what I mean," Gail flippantly flicked her right wrist and shook her head not wanting to remember one of her weakest moments.

Holly laughed lightly at that and dropped the topic. She cupped Gail's face and rested her forehead on the blonde's. "Please, stay." She whispered.

Gail felt those puffs of hot air against her own lips. She had to strengthen her resolve. She nuzzled her nose against Holly's and nudged her so she could turn to right a little. When that happened, she kissed a few times at the edge of Holly's jaw. Her lips were right beside the brunette's ear. "Right now," she hotly whispered, "I want you too much to think of the consequences." Her tongue poked out and lapped at the soft skin of Holly's ear. The loose, hanging skin where the shell ended, she pulled it between her lips and wet it abundantly. She could feel Holly's breathing increase. She then bit into it lightly and dragged it till the skin came free on its own. "I can't stay, Hol," she declared and kissed the tender skin for the final time before stepping away from the embrace and walking off to the elevators.

Holly was shocked into nothingness. Seconds later when the coldness of the empty hall brushed her burning skin, she was jolted out of the oblivion. She saw Gail standing in front of the elevator, waiting for the car to arrive. She couldn't decide what to do or how to act. She just kept staring. From somewhere far away she registered the chime of elevator arriving. Gail was just about to take a step when Holly shouted. "Gail, wait."

Gail sighed in relief; not knowing why but she felt a second's respite when Holly called for her. She turned and saw Holly coming toward her, taking long, wide steps. Before she could react she felt herself being yanked.

Without thinking, Holly grabbed the lapels of Gail's leather Jacket. The momentum of her speed, at which she had rushed toward the blonde, pushed them both back causing them to enter the elevator together. Gail uttered 'oomph' as her back collided with the elevator wall. Holly crashed her lips to Gail's roughly and pushed the length of her body into the smaller one. She opened her mouth and swapped between the upper and lower lips; beginning the dance they were getting so good at.

Gail moaned loudly, and it reverberated inside the metal container, when Holly wet her lower lip with her tongue and suggested wordlessly to intensify the kiss. She assuaged the silent request by retrieving her lower lip and beckoning Holly's tongue to come to her. It did. And this time, when she teased the inside of brunette's cheeks, Holly moaned. They kissed. They continued the well rehearsed movements like that was the end of the world; like it was the last time they would get to taste each other's lips. The elevator door kept opening and closing as it got no command.

The kiss came to its natural end and like always they panted into each other's mouth as their forehead rested together. Gail clutched at Holly's t-shirt at her hips and murmured softly, helplessly. "You terrify me, Hol," she confessed and again her eyes burned with tears when the emotions became too overwhelming to contain.

Holly's eyes brimmed with moisture too. "Shhh," she hushed and ran her thumb over the smooth pale cheeks. "Gail, honey, I am right there with you." Her voice shook with the extreme weight of her own torrent of feelings pushing against her from inside. "I am right there...with you; holding your hand." She continued. "Just please don't run, okay?" She implored and hoped that Gail could see the fear in her eyes. "Talk to me anytime but please...just please don't run."

Gail did see the dread in Holly's eyes, as if it were completely transparent; as if Holly had lay her soul bare in front of her. She wished she could be that open; if not today then maybe someday. She would most definitely try...she had to try for Holly. "Maybe I don't need to run anymore, huh Hol?" She shrugged her shoulders and forced herself to continue gazing into the most beautiful eyes she knew she would ever look into. "I really don't want to run anymore, Hol."

So now that this is done with, the impending question remains.

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