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No More Emergency Situations! – section 2-9
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She was almost embarrassed by how cheesy she knew her last thought had been. She caught herself smiling too, and quickly kicked back the tequila letting it burn all the way down, hoping no one would notice her body’s mutinous reaction. Too late. Traci elbowed her arm, dark eyes sparkling,
“I love it that she gets to you every time.” She teased, as they watched Holly make her way to them across the packed room.
“Shut up!” Gail kicked her, blushing a darker shade of crimson.
“Hey! Look who’s here!” Chris greeted Holly, handing her a shot glass. “Ok, “ he continued, “One more time!”
They all reached in and raised another.
“To us!” He said lifting his glass high “because today is a good day, and we will all come home!”
“All for one!” Dov cried, suddenly appearing in their midst with a raised glass of his own.
They all thrust their glasses into the center of the circle, clinked and drank.
“Well?” Andy inquired, “How is she?”
“It’s too soon to tell.” Dov answered, “But I think she’s going to be ok!”
“That’s great!” Gail exclaimed, a little too enthusiastically, “we were all afraid if she didn’t wake up and kiss you soon, you might turn back into a frog.”
“Thanks Gail, glad to see you’re back too…” Dov replied, arching his eyebrows and grinning at her.
Feeling the light touch of Holly’s hand on her arm, she turned.
“Want to get outta here?”
“Sure, if that’s what you want.” Holly smiled that fucking ridiculous smile that made her light up inside.
“It’s been a long week, “ she began, “and besides, I want to leave before Oliver starts singing, I’ve got the moves like Jagger.”
“Oh nooo!” Holly said, eyes growing wide in mock horror.
“Yup!” Gail replied, turning on her heel and glided toward the door. “G’night guys! See ya’!” she called over her shoulder.
Gail’s good mood had continued all the way back to Holly’s place, where one thing lead to another. Now she was lying on Holly’s bed with the lights still on, watching Holly sleep. Outside of sex, Gail had never liked to be touched, and certainly not cuddled. No, that’s not right. She had rarely allowed anyone else to touch her, to breach the gap, to invade her physical space. When she did, she was the one who always initiated it, until now. She had wanted the reassurance of some physical affection with Nick, but on her terms, and he had never understood. With Holly, things were different. With Holly, she yearned to be touched, she longed to be held. Just the casual touch of Holly’s fingers on her arm made her smile. On nights like this, when it all became too much, they would lye, facing each other, slightly apart, lower legs entwined, Holly’s hand resting on her thigh, her fingertips touching Holly’s arm. It should have alarmed her, how addictive this was becoming. But Holly’s skin was like her talisman, keeping her monsters under the bed, and cold basements and car trunks out of her dreams.
Holly rolled onto her back and stretched sleepily. Gail smiled.
“Hey beautiful,” Holly muttered “How long have I been out?”
“Not too long.” Gail scooted closer, finally tucking her legs under Holly’s knees, and wrapping an arm around her torso. Leaning on the elbow of her free arm to gaze into Holly’s eyes she said, “Holly? Can I tell you something?”
“I’m sure you can.” Holly replied in a slightly amused tone, reaching up to brush Gail’s hair from her eyes.
“No, I’m serious.” Gail pouted
Holly smiled, “Ok. I’m listening.” Holly reached for and held her hand.
It was the little things, like that, that completely just wrecked her. How did Holly always know exactly what to do? She had to close her eyes, for just a moment, from the intensity of it all. She opened them and fell into dark liquid pools that seemed to look into her very soul. She took a deep breath and tried to stop her voice from trembling.
“I just wanted to say thank you.” Gail started
“For what?” Holly asked leaning in for a brief kiss.
“For caring enough to make me feel like I matter.” She licked her lips and looked away.
“You do matter.” Holly said softly.
“No one’s ever done that before.” She replied quietly
Looking up at the wall, she continued “And thank you for not letting me push you away.”
Holly was silent.
Gail took another deep breath as if trying to brace herself, looked back into Holly’s eyes, and whispered, “I love you Holly. And I wanted to tell you, I love you so much.”
“I love you too.” Holly whispered holding her gaze, and reaching up to cup Gail’s cheek in her hand.
“Please don’t leave me.” Her eyes were round, her voice almost inaudible.
“I told you, I’m not going anywhere.” Holly stated firmly, and kissed her in a way that made her forget fear, forget shame, forget why she had ever doubted or run.
“I love you.” Holly said again “And you are not getting rid of me that easily!” She smiled, and Gail knew things would never be the same.
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Wow that was hard for gail but im so pleased she told holly how she feels and its so not like her to show her soft side pps.