Prove it to her!

In response, you navigate wordlessly back to YouTube, typing the words ‘GAL GADOT GAY’ into the search bar.

It doesn’t take long before Emma’s laughing. ‘Wow. Okay. That is one confident lady.’

‘Confident in her sexuality,’ you suggest. ‘See? We could totally tag-team Wonder Woman. Bet she’d be up for doing it in the costume and everything.’

You can see Emma’s imagining it. ‘Damn,’ she mutters softly, ‘all the parties I’ve been to over the years. And I’ve never actually met her!’

You prod her teasingly. ‘You will. Next time it’s the Oscars or the Met Gala or the award for longest Nolan movie, you text me, okay? And I’ll come running.’

Emma shakes your hand firmly. ‘Deal.’

You both stare at Gal’s picture for a moment. Emma looks like she’s trying to work something out inside her head.

‘You know, it’s funny,’ she says, finally, ‘but I really don’t feel threatened by her. Even though you said you like her – and marry’s the big one! – I don’t feel jealous at all.’

‘Maybe it’s because she’s a bit older?’ you offer, interested. ‘You know, there’s no chance, so it’s just a harmless fantasy. Not that the others aren’t.’

Emma considers it. ‘Maybe,’ she says reflectively. ‘Sorry. I know we said we wouldn’t take this seriously.’

You wait a little. ‘But…’ you prompt, eventually.

‘But…’ Emma bites her lip. ‘Well, perhaps I should just tell you why I picked them in the first place. Gal’s there sort of as a taste marker – you know, do you go for the funniest, nicest girl, even if she’s got a few years on you? And Jennifer’s there because – well, I know it’s stupid, but I’ve always had this thing about comparing myself to her. Which is idiotic, yes, I know, but it’s a subconscious thing; I can’t really help it.’

‘I get it,’ you tell her, gently. ‘She’s probably one of the biggest stars alive right now. It makes sense you’d zero in on that, even if it doesn’t make sense.’

‘Mmm.’ Emma nods. ‘Well, I’m glad you don’t find her that attractive, anyway. Incredibly bitchy of me, I know, but I quite like being the prettiest girl inside your head.’

You reach up to kiss her again. ‘Like there was ever any fucking question.’

Emma smiles, a little distracted. ‘As for Ariana…’ She trails off. ‘Well, to be honest with you, I put her in partly because we have similar bodies, I think. I wanted to see if you were serious about not liking big boobs.’

You stare at Emma for a moment, exasperated. ‘Seriously, Em? I love your fucking tits, okay? They’re gorgeous, and so are you. End of discussion.’

Emma glances down at them, a small smile on her lips. ‘Sorry. I promise I’ll try not to bring it up again.’

Then she returns to looking pensive. ‘Anyway. I don’t know, I thought she and I were so different, I wouldn’t feel even the slightest bit jealous. But, well…’ She looks up at you, and you see a flash of vulnerability; the Emma from the car, all those months ago. ‘Were you serious about wanting her to sing for you?’