Evening with Gemma

Sabrina needed to head home for new clothes and to talk with her neighbour Alita. She planned to do that over a bottle of wine for the night, so that left you and Gemma alone and you quickly agreed to head to her place. Neither of you particularly wanted to spend time with Mosche at the moment considering the tension going on, so you texted him that he could have the leftover lasagna that was in the fridge. He just sent back a thumbs-up emoji, and you held off from asking if he’d talked to Tasha yet.

You and Gemma rode the bus to her place, which took longer than Uber would but was definitely less expensive. It also gave you time to decompress a little, sitting next to each other and holding hands as you talked about little things. Every once in a while Gemma would look at you and you would lean in and give her a little kiss, making her smile.

Once you made it to her place you found it empty. No Lucy, no Becca, no Charlotte.

“Love,” Gemma said, taking your hand. “Can we talk for a minute?”

“Of course,” you said. She headed for the living room and you followed her, sitting down next to your girlfriend on the couch.

Gemma smiled softly, then took your hands in hers. “I’m sorry,” she said.

“For what?”

“I… made things worse today,” she said. “I saw you tried calling me, and Sabrina told me you warned her not to let me come down there. I missed your call because my phone was in my purse and I was walking and didn’t hear it. But when I saw what was going on I should have just trusted you were handling it. So I’m sorry.”

“Oh, Gemma,” you groaned, leaning into her and softly tackling her down so you were both lying on the couch. “Thank you, but it’s OK. That freak deserved a couple of middle fingers, and you deserved to shoot them at him.”

“Still, I shouldn’t have done it,” she said, hugging you back and running her fingers through your hair. Your cheek was pressed against her upper chest and you kissed her through her blouse.

“I forgive you,” you said.

“Thank you,” she said.

The two of you held each other for a bit, just breathing and being together, until you grinned a little.

“You’re thinking of the time we had sex out here, aren't you,” Gemma chuckled.

“Maybe,” you said.

“We’re not doing that again,” Gemma said. “We don’t know when Lucy will get here, and it’s not fair to her to do that.”

“So we don’t care about Becca or Charlotte?”

“Not really,” Gemma said. “If it was both of them they’d probably just start getting frisky themselves.”

“Mmm, a lesbian show would be pretty hot,” you mumbled.

“You get to see me and Sabrina together all the time, it can’t be that big a deal to you now.”

“Well, it would be two different ladies, wouldn’t it?”

“Fair,” Gemma laughed. “OK. Let’s get up. I want to get changed, and before I put on new clothes I want you to kiss every inch of my body.”

“Gladly,” you grinned, and you were quickly up and rushing for her room.

An hour later, Gemma was dressed in a simple t-shirt and cotton shorts, and you were wearing a t-shirt of your own and some athletic shorts. Gemma had a couple of fresh hickies hidden under her shirt on the underside of her breasts, and she’d paid you back with one just under your own nipple as she’d giggled. The sex had been more playful than anything, and now you’d migrated back out of the room and fixed up a basic snack of nacho chips with melted cheese on them as you snuggled up on the couch and surfed through Netflix looking for something to watch.

“What’s up, bitches,” Becca said as she came in the front door. She kicked off her boots and came towards the living room. “Oh, sorry. I thought it was you and Charlotte. I guess I mean to say, ‘What’s up, bitch and bastard!’”

You snorted softly and shook your head. “Hey, Becca.”

Gemma lifted the plate of half-finished nachos towards her and Becca came in and pulled a couple of chips off of it. “Mmmf, cheeeese,” she groaned. Once she swallowed she sighed. “You two are bad for my diet.”

“You’re not on a diet,” Gemma said. “In fact, you gave me shit about considering one so that I’d be bikini-ready when I go back home.”

“OK, well, you’d be bad for my diet if I was on one,” Becca clarified. “And bitch, you are already bikini-ready so don’t give me that crap. Anyways, did I miss the sex show already or am I just in time?”

“Ha, ha, ha,” you laughed dryly.

“We aren’t putting on another show out here,” Gemma smirked.

“So you’re saying there will be a show,” Becca laughed. “M’kay. What’s the dinner plan, children? Is Mama Becca in charge, or are you planning on snacking yourself into sustenance?”

You and Gemma ended up getting up and helping to throw together dinner, then ate with Becca and hung out for a couple of hours. Becca, when you weren’t running into her in sexual situations, was just a fun person to be around. It turned out that Charlotte had gone on an overnight trip for work at the last minute, and only remembered to text Becca about it around 9:30 PM. Becca finished the call just in time for the door to the apartment to open.

“Come on,” Lucy said. “No one should be around.”

“OK, OK,” Eric said. “Let’s just keep it down, OK? Your roommates always give me looks when we- Oh.”

Eric had kicked off his shoes and came out of the little entryway to see you, Gemma and Becca sitting in the living room. He was wearing what you could only guess were some of his ‘date clothes’, and flamboyant patterned shirt and nice slacks.

“Hey, Eric,” you said. “The black eye is coming in nicely.”

He smirked a little, reaching up and touching it gently. “Yeah. Stings like a bitch still but it should be fine.”

“Ugh,” Lucy said as she came around Eric and saw us. She immediately grabbed Eric’s hand and pulled him towards her room. “Come on, baby. You need a Hero’s reward.”

Becca groaned lightly as Eric smiled and followed Lucy. “Great,” she said. “Another night of that.”

“We should go to bed,” Gemma said, looking at you pointedly.

“Um, OK,” you said.

“Wait, I want to know what the black eye thing was about,” Becca said.

“Oh, baby. You’re so hot,” Lucy’s voice came loudly through the wall.

“We’ll tell you in my room,” Gemma sighed.

“Yes baby, take it off!”

“Alright, I get it now,” you said as the three of you stood to move out of the living room. The walls were not thick enough to handle that.

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