Prompt: Well, I love this song by Rixton, Me and My Broken Heart. So may I trouble you and that beautiful mind of yours to prompt this song for me, please? Thank you much! Mwah.
I'm so sorry I took so long with this, Sophie!
Set after 5x10. Let's forget the whole adoption/ San Francisco situation for this here shall we?
After her shift's done, Gail does drag herself up to Holly's house. As much as she loved the impromptu make-out session in the interrogation room, she knew she had quite a bit of questions for Holly, or at least one important one. But she wasn't sure whether she would ever manage them. She knew the moment she saw Holly, all sane thought would go out the window and she would be quite probably pushed against a wall with Holly moaning into her mouth, and there wouldn't be any time for questions. And after all that, perhaps she wouldn't need to ask anything at all. So, hinging all her hopes on that feeble hope that perhaps she would feel different afterwards, Gail waits outside Holly's door, gearing up for one ride of an evening.
The moment Holly opens the door and she sees her, Gail knows she done for. Soon enough, she's pushed against the closed door, with Holly kissing her hard, leaning into her and before she can manage a word, she's already being pushed on to the couch, with Holly on top of her. Gail knew this was bound to happen, that they had to do something about this burning heat that was between them before they could truly talk, anything up to that would be just words said for the sake of saying something, so might as well skip all that.
It isn't long before the two are panting in each other's mouths, clothes discarded around the living room, and after the sweet high of release, they take a moment to catch their breath. Holly's resting her head near Gail's bare breasts, and Gail's running her fingers through her hair and staring at the ceiling ,feeling at peace after what could only be too long. Gail can hear the muted buzzing of her phone from somewhere, but she's ignoring that completely.
And again the nagging thought comes back to Gail. That annoying night at the bar, where Lisa belittled her, where Holly didn't say much to defend her. And all the suspicions are back again. The very emotions she had been hoping wouldn't surface again and yet here they are. The thought that maybe all that she's is to Holly is fun. That maybe Holly does think of her as a nothing but a random cop. She just can't shake the way she's feeling spite the fact Holly's right there in her arms, running her fingers softly along her bare skin and it should have been bliss. But Gail couldn't enjoy it. It was breaking her heart to break the calm that was prevailing.
'I just want know something.' Gail begins, not daring to look at Holly. A part of her doesn't want to know the answer, she knows for sure that she's in deep, and if Holly Stewart was damn capable of breaking her heart, she's sure she would never recover from that.
'Hmm.' comes Holly's reply, who's still mindlessly running her fingers along Gail's skin, loving the feel of it.
'You don't think I'm just fun do you?' Gail continues, trying so hard to not come off as too vulnerable. But she's dying to know. That she isn't just one of a string of girls to Holly. That isn't all just fun. Because that would just be devastating, but there wouldn't be anything she could do about that, because she's sure she'll burn herself in that process.
Holly does turn her head to look up to face Gail, who manages to muster some courage to gaze at her.
'Gail, that was just something I told Lisa to get her to shut up. She was worried I was getting caught up in some straight girl mess.'
'Well, are you?' Gail needs to know where she stands in this scenario.
'Am I?' Holly asks back, Gail realizing that only she could answer that one.
Gail knows she's head over heels in love with her, but then again, she wasn't ready to say that. Not now anyway. She sighs and considers the question, feeling Holly's gaze on her.
'You're not. I'm sure of that Hol - that I'm not some confused straight this isn't some straight girl mess either.'
'And you're not some beat cop Gail. I know that hurt you, but you're not. You're not.' Holly re-affirms Gail, slowly moving up and kissing her hard, and Gail doesn't have much of a choice but to agree. It feels good when Holly's right there, kissing her like she does, and she groans as she feels Holly get up and move away from her.
'I've got to get dinner ready sweetie.' Holly laughs giving Gail another kiss as she picks up her shirt off the floor and walking off, leaving Gail on the couch.
Alone, on the couch, the thoughts come back again. It doesn't feel too bad when Holly's kissing her and saying all these sweet things, but when she's alone on the couch here, the doubts come back again. Sometimes she wishes she isn't this insecure, but she really can't help how she's feeling now.
The phone's buzzing again and Gail's losing her cool completely with it and everything she's feeling spite everything just Holly told her and Gail grabs the phone off the table. She realizes it wasn't her phone that was buzzing all this time, it was Holly's. And there are 3 calls and 4 messages, all from Boob job. That throws Gail a bit. If only this woman could shut up and leave them alone already.
'We are NOT in sixth grade Holly. Stop giving me the silent treatment and PICK UP THE DAMN PHONE.'
'For the millionth time, I'm sorry I screwed up things with your one true love with Cop, it's been 3 weeks, talk to me already!'
'I can't believe YOU! '
'Can my jerk-ass friend pick up the phone please!"
Gail smiles at the messages, and the childish part of her is glad that Holly isn't talking to Boob Job. The second message makes her smile a lot. Seems like she wasn't the only one in too deep.
She smiles, disregarding her clothes which are all over the floor, and walking to the kitchen.
And the second Holly catches sight of her, she knows one thing for sure.
Dinner was going to have to wait.