One More Stop

When you knocked on the door you could hear the sound of the TV blaring inside the apartment.

“Turn it down,” someone said, and the TV volume dropped and you heard footsteps coming toward you. The peephole darkened for a moment as someone looked through it, and then the door opened.

“Well hello there,” Becca said, opening the door. The beautiful-if-boyish person (you still hadn’t clarified if she/they were just tomboyish or did the whole identification thing) leaned against the door jam and crossed her arms. Becca was wearing a baggy hoodie that looked like it belonged to someone twice their size or more and hung down to the thigh, and fuzzy moccasins. “Little late to be calling on an upstanding woman, isn’t it?”

“It is, but I bring gifts,” you said, pulling one hand from behind your back to show off the four McDonald’s Triple Thick ‘milkshakes’. “One of the chocolate ones is for Lucy, I know that was her favourite back in high school. I wasn’t sure what you, Charlotte and Gemma would want so I got one of each.”

“You, sir, are the devil,” Becca said, looking delighted at the surprise treat. “I really shouldn’t, but I’m definitely going to.” They picked the strawberry one and then opened the door for you. “Ladies, there is a gentleman caller at the door.”

“Oscar?!” you heard Lucy exclaim, and she darted into the doorway and you watched her excited features crash into disappointment, followed by disgust. “Oh, it’s you.”

“It’s me,” you said. “But I brought you a peace offering.” You offered her the tray, and even though she sneered at it Lucy took one of the chocolate shakes and turned away. Without saying thank you.

“John?” Gemma said, coming around to the hallway. Her eyes did the opposite of Lucy’s, moving from confusion to surprise to joy. “What are you doing here?”

“Making up for Sabrina teasing you incessantly,” you said, and presented her with the shakes, and then pulled your other hand out from behind your back to show her the fresh slice of pizza, still steaming it was so fresh on its cardboard tray.

“Oh my gosh, you didn’t have to,” Gemma said, coming forward and hugging you as you held the food and drinks out of the way. She kissed you lightly on the cheek, then again on the mouth.

“Now, now,” Becca said, closing the door. “You know the rules for this boarding house, Gemma. No gentleman callers after dark.”

Gemma rolled her eyes. “We’ve been watching a documentary series about women during World War II. Becca can’t get over the ‘Ladies Only’ boarding houses and the rules they had to follow.”

“It’s interesting, and ridiculous!” Becca laughed. “Imagine paying rent, and being told you had a curfew for the privilege.”

Gemma accepted the pizza and took the other chocolate shake, and led you into the living room where Lucy was sitting and trying to scowl around the straw in her mouth like a pouty child. Charlotte, the last of the roommates, was lounging in leggings and an athletic bra, her highlighter green hair pulled back into a short ponytail.

“Hey, I hope vanilla works, the others claimed everything else,” you said, stepping over to her and offering her the shake.

“Do I look like a vanilla girl?” Charlotte grinned, but accepted the shake. “Actually, don’t answer that. The best sex I ever had with a guy was vanilla as fuck, but he did it well. But you’re offering me free barely-dairy desserts, so you won’t hear me complaining.”

“Do you guys mind if we pause for like ten minutes?” Gemma asked.

“Sure, girl,” Charlotte said.

“Go talk, find out why he’s really here,” Becca grinned.

Lucy just pouted, her lip twitching like it wanted to curl into a sneer.

“Come on,” Gemma said, and you followed her deeper into the apartment and back to her room. Once she’d shut the door and set down the pizza and shake, she turned and hugged you again and now you could hug her back. “Why are you here?” she asked. “It’s late.”

“Well, I knew you were up,” you said. “And I didn’t want to wait to see you tomorrow when I couldn’t hold you or kiss you.” You kissed her again, with just a touch of tongue for emphasis.

“Those are all excellent reasons,” Gemma smiled, her eyes looking into yours as you didn’t let each other go. “But this feels like a booty call. You can’t tell me Sabrina left you hanging, I saw that video.”

“It’s only a booty call if you want me to go down on you quickly,” you said. “Which I’d be happy to do. But my goal was just to tell you I appreciate you, and you’re special.”

She hugged you again, pressing her face into your chest, and you held her as you realized she was tearing up. She sniffed hard, and pulled away, waving at her eyes. “God, if I cry the girls will be all over me,” she laughed. “I’m sorry, I don’t know why that just hit me like that.”

“It’s OK,” you said. “At least you’re a pretty crier.”

She snorted. “Thanks,” she said, and rolled her eyes a little. “I just- all of this was unexpected.”

“That’s the point,” you said. “You deserve unexpected joy.”

“I’m used to unexpected disappointment,” Gemma countered. “So I’m still trying to figure out how to react to this.”

“You’re doing pretty well,” you assured her, and took her back into your arms. “I am very excited about our date tomorrow.”

“Where are we going this time?” Gemma asked.

“Hey, I planned the last one, I thought it was your turn,” you said, only half joking.

“No, you asked me out, you pick the place,” Gemma countered.

“I asked you out on the first date, we mutually agreed on the second one,” you said. “But, if I have to, I’ve got something.”

“I promise I’ll plan the next one,” she said.

“Wow, you’re pretty hopeful about getting to the third date,” you grinned. Then she goosed your butt and you laughed. “Alright. My current roommate is trying to be a stand-up comedian, and he says the Friday shows are really good. I’ll pick you up at eight?”

“Be here for seven,” Gemma said. “No - six thirty.”

You raised an eyebrow. “The place doesn’t open until nine.”

“Good,” she said. “Then we’ll have time to fuck, clean ourselves up and still get there for a good seat.” Then she kissed you hard, sliding her tongue between your lips.

You made out for a few minutes, just standing in the middle of her room until finally she broke away from a breath. “Will that hold you over through the work day tomorrow?” she asked.

“After what you just said, it might not hold me over the uber ride home,” you laughed.

She grinned and rolled her eyes again. “Boys,” she shook her head. “Well, do me a favour and don’t jerk off tonight. Or tomorrow. Yeah? I’ll do the same.”

“Alright, I can do that,” you said.

“Good, because I can’t wait for your first bi-”

Knock knock knock. “Gemma,” Becca called into the room. “How much longer are you two going to be?”

“Just saying goodbye now,” Gemma called back.

Footsteps padded back down the hallway.

“Just out of curiosity, is Becca…?” you asked.

“Female,” Gemma said. “Very female. Her and Charlotte actually get into arguments over activism stuff sometimes because Charlotte thinks Becca is lying to herself and wants to be non-binary, and Becca says Charlotte is trying to **** her to take up a political cause she doesn’t care or believe in. It’s… a lot. But even when they are going at it, it’s better than any regular conversation with Lucy now that she knows about you.”

“Sorry,” you said.

She kissed you on the lips lightly. “Not your fault, love,” she said.

“Love, huh?” you raised an eyebrow.

“It’s just a pet name, and sounds way better said out loud than through text,” Gemma said.

“Alright, love,” you grinned, taking her hand. “Have a good night, love.”

“See, you’re not saying it right,” Gemma said. “It’s supposed to be off the cuff.”

“Whatever you say, love,” you smirked.

“God, sometimes I regret kissing you,” she rolled her eyes. “Ever since then you’ve been a lot more confident in your teasing.”

“Is it too much?” you asked.

“No, actually,” Gemma grinned. “It just makes me fucking wet. Now come on, get out of my apartment before the girls revolt and demand further tributes from you for interrupting Docu-Night.”

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