Gail giggled when Holly brought her into her living room. The pathologist didn't take her advice lightly, because instead of the bowl Gail saw at her office the goldfish had a fair sized tank -one a regular goldfish would only dream of having. It was beautifully decorated with fake seaweed. castles, and caves, of all shapes sizes and colours. And Puppy wasn't alone either, Holly had apparently taken on the task of two fish.
Gail approached the brightly lit tank with a huge smile on her face. Her cheeks hurt from the act, she'd been smiling and laughing all night. She bent down to the glasses height and placed a fingertip on cool glass. Puppy was there in a flash, happily poking his nose to Gail's finger. Holly sure hadn't be exaggerating when she said he was excitable and happy.
"I think he likes you." Holly delightfully pointed out, crouching down beside her date.
"Who wouldn't?"
Holly chuckled. "Very true."
They both fell quiet as they watched Puppy swim around, weaving in and out of the seaweed, and the algae eater sat in the same spot as Gail first saw him. She could feel the tension raising, it started when Holly shifted and their legs brushed, the first spark. The second was when she asked the algae's name and they both turned to face each other.
"Hunter." Holly murmured, her voice a little gruffer than before. She stood slowly, as if Gail wasn't already swimming in arousal. "Want to see the rest of the place?"
"How about upstairs first." Gail would normally cringe at easy Holly had gotten to her, but she didn't care at the moment. Holly was taking her upstairs, presumable to a bedroom, and nothing else mattered.