FaceTime Down Under

“Oh my gawd, Gemma, my baby giiirl,” Birdie answered the call, but her eyes went even larger and her jaw dropped as your end of the call loaded on her phone screen. “Aaah!” she screamed. “Is that him!?”

She was loud, and apparently somewhere in public, because someone almost immediately shushed her loudly.

Gemma had sent her text and then one thing had led to another and you’d been making out with her straddling your legs. Making out with Gemma, even with the natural dry humping, was peek comfortable for you simply because of how soft and sensual she approached it. You loved making out with Sabrina as well, but it always felt like it was part of going somewhere. With Gemma, the making out could be the somewhere.

You’d only been interrupted by Birdie texting her back, and she’d indicated she was available in a few minutes. The two of you had quickly, and quietly, scrambled into the bedroom to get clothes on before ending up back on the couch. Gemma had shifted a couple of times, sitting beside you, then getting your arm around her shoulders, then sitting on your lap and leaning back against your chest. She’d ended up liking that framing the best, and you were hugging her off-camera around her stomach.

Gemma had sent the FaceTime request, and Birdie had picked it up quickly.

“It is!” Gemma said loudly, then blushed and covered her lips with a hand as she looked over at the closed bedroom door off-camera. “It is,” she said again, grinning broadly. Her accent, which you’d always thought of as relatively strong, got just a little thicker almost immediately when she started talking with her cousin. “Baby Bird, this is my boyfriend John. John, this is Birdie, my favourite cousin, my best friend, and the most important person in my life back home.”

“Ooh, babyyy,” Birdie said, making a silly sad face. “I miss you so much. But God, he looks even better in video, girl!”

“You look pretty cute yourself, Birdie,” you said with a smile. “Not too cold a winter for you over there?”

You could see parts of Gemma in her - they might have passed as sisters if you stood them side by side, but it wasn’t super obvious. Birdie was as gorgeous as your girlfriend, just slightly different. She had the same light blonde hair, though it wasn’t quite as thick of a mane. She also looked just a touch younger and was thinner where Gemma was filled out just a little more. They had the same eyes and eyebrows, and the same slightly-large mouth with very communicative lips - she smiled easily, but there were frequent little smirks and other things going on as she talked. She was dressed in a thin knit sweater, as befit the wet background behind her that looked like the windows of a coffee shop, and she had a little black choker on that accented her slender neck.

“And he knows our weather,” Birdie grinned, pretending to be shocked.

“He knew what time it was, too,” Gemma smiled, turning and kissing you on the cheek.

“If he’s so perfect, why have you been hiding him from me?” Birdie asked.

“Because whenever I’m with him we’ve been too busy with each other,” Gemma said.

“Ooh, bow-chica-wah-wow!” Birdie giggled, making Gemma blush.

“Stop!” Gemma laughed.

“You better be doing everything you can to be good to her, John,” Birdie wagged a finger at you on the screen.

“Everything and more,” you promised. “Gemma is… well, let’s just say that I adore her absolutely and utterly.”

“You reckon he’s doing a good job then, Gemma?” Birdie asked.

“Birdie, I’m a damn root rat with him and I’m not even ashamed. Fair dinkum, you can bet he’s defo far and above you know who. He’s a right good Bruce and I have no complaints whatsoever.”

“Strewth, sheila,” Bridie cackled. “It’s real love then?”

“Oh, it is,” Gemma said.

“I… have no idea what she said, but it’s very real,” you chuckled, and this time you kissed Gemma’s cheek. That admission made both of them giggle, since they knew full well they’d been laying on the Australian slang a little thick.

The girls quickly started chatting, names and little tidbits of news flying back and forth. You didn’t really mind that they didn’t try too hard to keep you informed, it was just nice to see them interacting and enjoying each other. They were clearly close but used to living apart. Gemma was going to University in Sydney, while they had both grown up around Adelaide in another province of the country. Before dating Gemma you’d never really absorbed details about Australia beyond kids' animal TV shows and such. You knew about Sydney, and Melbourne, and Tasmania because of the Tasmanian Devil. That was about it.

You’d been doing a lot of reading, and looking at maps, trying to absorb as much as you could without overloading Gemma with questions.

“Alright,” Birdie finally said, her grin never having left her lips. “So it’s early arvo here, but that means it’s late there, right? What are you two doing up past midnight on a Friday and not out on a date?”

“We stayed in tonight,” Gemma said with a little grin. “It was a hard work week.”

“Mmm,” Birdie grinned, her eyes narrowing a little as her cheeks pulled up with her smile. “Between roots then, Gemma? Maybe handling a stiffy later on then too?”

Gemma snorted and then laughed, but you rolled your eyes and leaned in a little over her shoulder. “I’m not a complete moron, Birdie. I know what a ‘root’ and a ‘stiffy’ would be.”

Bridie flushed but laughed. “I had to ask.”

“Yes, we did, for your information,” Gemma said. “And it was fantastic. And it’ll be fantastic again later tonight. And tomorrow. And Sunday.”

“Fuckin’ hell, yah cunt,” Biride smirked. “Rub it in more, how about?”

“Oh, I’ll be rubbing it,” Gemma said, scrunching up her nose and biting her tongue between her teeth.

That got another guffaw out of Birdie. Then she had to sign off because she had a class coming up that she needed to get to. Gemma blew kisses at her phone and Birdie did the same, then she told Gemma she loved her, and threatened to cut off your cock and balls if you hurt Gemma. Then she winked and ended the call.

“She’s really-” you started, but were interrupted by Gemma spinning around in your lap and kissing you deeply.

This make-out session wasn’t one of those casual ones that would linger. It was going somewhere.

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