[Gemma Gatsby]

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Ashley Wolfe

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Gemma had always thought that whatever they had between them was enough. Dino had been her bestfriend. He'd been a shoulder to cry on when she needed it. He'd been warm arms around her on a cold night. He'd been her rock in a world that felt as if it was always falling apart. She'd spent years trying to find just a fraction of how she felt for him in someone else. Especially within the last six years. She'd tried so desperately to fill that void that had been ripped away in her heart with his absence. And she'd believed that one day she would. Or at the very least one day the hole would grow small enough that she wouldn't notice. [break][break]

She knew that one day maybe she'd find someone that would love her and that she could love back. Given enough time perhaps she wouldn't close her eyes just to see his face. Wouldn't go to sleep thinking of his voice and his laughter. But feeling his lips against hers now it was so clear that none of that would ever be enough. Gemma would never find someone who made her feel a fraction of how she did with Dino because none of them would ever be her Dino. No one would make her heart race like he did. Or set her skin ablaze just by touching her. None of them would ever fill that space that had always been his. Would never have that part of her that always wholly belonged to him. [break][break]

Feeling him return the kiss eased away that hesitance. His touch melted away the ice cold fear of giving into her wants and needs that had wrapped around her heart for years. Gemma wrapped her arms around his neck as she settled her chest against his and tilted her head slightly. Holding him like a tether to keep her grounded. One hand kept her fingers in his hair while the other moved from his jaw over the side of his neck and down to his shoulder. She ran her hand over his shoulders across his back to splay her fingers there. As he pulled back her lips followed for a split second before settling back with a deep breath. Still feeling the tingle of him on her lips. [break][break]

The idea of him having asked her to kiss him ten years ago made Gemma hum softly in amusement as she leaned in to feel his forehead against hers. She wondered if maybe things would have been different then. If they'd allowed themselves to be open and honest with how they felt. If it would have changed anything. If it would have made him stay. "We'd better make up for lost time then, hm?" Gemma longed for nothing more than to keep tasting his lips. Until she couldn't breathe. Until he was the only oxygen she'd need.[break][break]

But was she being too overzealous? He brought up the wine again and maybe settling in to watch a movie. That's how they'd normally end his birthdays right? Curled up together on the couch. Drunk under a blanket, tangled together with some movie they'd seen a million times playing. But she hardly wanted his birthday to end just yet. Especially as he kissed the corner of her lips and to her jaw. [break][break]

It didn't take much encouragement for her to wrap her legs around his middle. To deactivate her Gift and settle closer against him as she pressed her own kisses against his cheek to his jawline. "We can do all three right?" She asked as her lips tugged to a grin against his skin. She looked down at him with a grin as she brushed her lips against his once more. Before pressing another soft kiss against them. "We hardly ever wound up paying attention to most of the movies on your birthday anyway," she teased with a soft chuckle. Her fingers threaded through his hair. Still just long enough for her to toy with even if it wasn't as wild or long as it used to be.

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[Ashley Wolfe]

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AND I'LL DREAM EACH NIGHT

of some version of you that i might not have but i did not lose

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Gemma kissed him back, one hand roaming across his shoulders and his back as she pressed more solidly against him. Her suggestion that they "make up for lost time" made him hum lowly in agreement, his lips threading faintly upward at the corners as she pressed her own, trailing kisses along his cheek and jaw. As if to show his encouragement, he moved them into his room with purpose. She'd deactivated her Gift to settle her weight against him just as he'd wished she would — whether it was intuition on her part that made her do so or if it was simply a shared want, he couldn't be certain (but both possibilities were inspiring). [break][break]

He stepped them toward the bed, the hand at her back moving instinctually; slipping under the hem of his borrowed shirt to feel the warmth of her bare skin beneath spread and firmly-bracing fingers. He was seconds away from whistling for the dogs to get out. From dropping her upon his blankets in a way he'd done hundreds of times before but, this time, with an intention he'd never fully allowed himself. Of showing her what "making up for lost time" meant to him — what twitching fingers had often longed to do, milliseconds before curling back into his palms. What words had danced just behind his lips as they lingered a breath from hers before pulling into a mischievous, deflective beam. Other desires he'd only entertained in the occasional, secret dream. Whispers, touches, looks, all granted sudden leave to be given and spoken after years of only imagining. There was no one now, except her, to tell him no. [break][break]

And she wasn't telling him no. [break][break]

On the contrary, her fingers were in his hair and she smiled against him. And, in that moment, he wanted to exhaust himself kissing her. Wanted to forget to breathe as he sustained himself on the taste and feel of her instead. When she spoke again, saying they could do all three, his smile quirked further and he let an amused breath slip from his nose; eyes shuttering slowly closed as he tipped compliantly into the lips she pressed again to his. [break][break]

Her kiss was soft. And as powerful as the urge was to be greedy — to deepen it into something more demanding — he let himself melt into it with an easy languor. The feel of it swirled in his chest, making it yawn and forcing a slow to his step. When she pulled back and whispered a tease (reminding him how his birthdays had typically gone), he breathed deep and opened his eyes to gaze up at her. At the sound of her quiet laugh, he felt a terrible and aching fondness — completely separate from the much hotter, much more simple want — clench in him. [break][break]

And he knew then, amid a brief wash of fluttering decision, that barreling them toward such escalation wasn't what he really wanted nor what she deserved. [break][break]

"As tempted as I am to say let's start with the kissing and see if there's time for anything else," his gaze sifted slowly between her eyes before trailing to her mouth and his fingers squeezed the tiniest bit harder against her thigh. He wanted to wish the words back where they came from; wanted to bite his tongue and change his mind immediately, claiming a very obvious lapse in judgment. But instead, he let a faint (only slightly remorseful) grin curl at his lips and coaxed her legs from around him to allow her feet to lower back to the carpet. "I suppose there is a lot to catch up on." [break][break]

As soon as she was grounded, he raised both hands to frame either side of her face and tipped it toward him as he bent to capture her mouth with his own. Decidedly, he let it only be tender once more — forced himself, with a practiced restraint, to swallow the heat and let it simmer. When he pulled back and straightened, he grinned down at her and brushed his thumbs across her cheekbones. Then he quirked a brow, eyes narrowing a fraction with playful accusation. "Like for one, I thought you hated getting wine drunk?" He chuckled, finalizing his resolve as he turned to move toward the door. His eye fell momentarily to the shirt that'd slipped from his shoulder to the floor during the move from the closet and he let his lips tuck with private amusement as he purposely ignored it. If she could be dressed temptingly, he supposed it was only fair if he did the same. [break][break]

"When did that change?"

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now you're tire tracks and one pair of shoes[break]and i'm split in half but that'll have to do

Tag: Gemma Gatsby [break]
I am so far past my bedtime it isn't even funny, sorry[break]
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For the first time Gemma knew she didn't have to curb her want. She didn't have the hide her desire or bury the longing under coy smiles and rolled eyes. For the first time she was able to give into herself and feel that want echoed back to her without restraint. It was so easy to want to lose herself in it. To open up to the wild heat and closeness she'd dreamed of for ages. Years of chasing, both literally and figuratively, only to run away again back at the last second. To finally allow herself to be caught. It would have been easy and god if she didn't want to lean into that ease at the moment. To fall into it completely without hesitation. But for a moment she worried. [break][break]

Gemma didn't want things to move too quickly. Dino wasn't another guy she'd met at the club or on a lunch out with her friends. He was more than that, had always been more. She had been honest when she said she'd wanted to get to know him again. All the things that had changed and all the things that had remained the same. Six years had felt like an eternity adrift without him in her life and now she'd found his tether again. But his lips against hers, his hands against her bare skin, stoked and fed that fire inside her until it was roaring again. [break][break]

She could hear when he spoke though about how losing themselves in kissing would have to wait. Which while part of her wanted to pout or whine at not just losing herself in his lips and his embrace, part of her was also grateful he'd said it. As Gemma wasn't sure she would have been strong enough to be the one to suggest that they stop now. Especially as she felt his hand squeeze at her thigh. "Anything for the birthday boy," she cooed softly. Only remorseful when she was untangled from around his middle and her feet touched the ground again. Though his hands cupping her face was a familiar touch. One that made her eyes soften as she looked up at him with a longing she didn't have to stifle. As he bent down she leaned up to meet his lips. [break][break]

The touch was tender and made her heart swell in her chest. Flooding that space that had always been his. She placed one hand on top of his with only a slightly pained look on her face as he pulled back. But they were used to pulling back right? Practiced and disciplined in restraining themselves. Though as he brought up her distaste for getting wine drunk Gemma snorted in amusement. "Oh no, nothings changed on that," she said easily as she turned to face him fully. Walking backwards towards the door with a sort of come-hither lookin her eyes. "But you know how I am about traditions." [break][break]

Gemma had always been a sucker for sentimental things and keeping traditions. Whether that was how she celebrated birthdays or holidays with the people she loved most. Or little rituals for "luck" she did before every hunt. "I'd gone over to spend time with your mom to celebrate the first year of your birthday after you...died," which was difficult to say when there he was. Standing right in front of her, very much alive. "She'd fallen asleep and I couldn't," because she'd struggled to sleep not wrapped up in his arms. [break][break]

Gemma side stepped almost tripping over one of the dogs, she was pretty sure he was Kodak. "I went to raid the kitchen for some tequila or something but all I found was a half empty bottle of wine," Moana had been drinking on it that night while the two of them had talked and looked at baby pictures of the boys together. "So I settled for that," Gemma shrugged her shoulders not wanting to bring down the mood again. Because using that wine at the time had been a crutch. It'd been the only thing to get her drunk enough to knock her out. "I've actually kind of grown to like the taste of it though," she said as she let her eyes linger down to his still bare chest. [break][break]

It wasn't as if it was the first time she'd seen Dino shirtless. All the time they spent in the pool or at the beach. Or just on particularly hot nights where they'd shed off as much clothing as possible and lay on the kitchen floor of his apartment for some kind of relief from the heat. But for the first time she allowed herself to really look. To linger on the temptation that she'd always broken her gaze from. How she'd always tried to pull her eyes away before he or anyone else noticed them wandering. "I still get wicked hang overs when I drink too much of it though." [break][break]

Gemma knew how to hold her liquor. Could drink most men she knew under the table. Even those twice her size. She'd never really had trouble with hang overs apart from some minor headaches or just feeling a little gross the next morning. But wine was an entirely different story. Normal drunk Gemma was already handsy and flirtatious. As Dino had seen plenty of times when she would drape herself across him like some cat in heat. All purring about how handsome she thought he was, how pretty his eyes were, and how "a little kiss between friends" wouldn't be so bad. Wine drunk Gemma was ten times worse, and far more sentimental. More stumbling, slurred words, and incoherent babbling about how much she loved her boys and her sister. Only to turn around again and say how annoying they were while she'd tried to bury her face in Dino's chest. [break][break]

"And what about you, hm?" She asked playfully as she walked with him back down the stairs. "I'd half expected to walk in to dishes piled in the sink and your clothes just flung around the place," she teased with that same half hearted reprimand she used to give him when he'd just kick off his shoes and leave them on the floor after she'd just cleaned up.

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[Ashley Wolfe]

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AND I'LL DREAM EACH NIGHT

of some version of you that i might not have but i did not lose

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Gemma explained that she'd picked up the wine tradition while spending his birthday with his mother and Ashley didn't miss — was unable to ignore — the slight pause when she mentioned it'd been the first celebration after his "dying". He blinked at her, managing to quirk his mouth into something faintly sympathetic despite the quick stir of guilt that wanted to whine in his chest. She shrugged and resumed in an airy tone, as if not wanting to linger on the skip, so he kept his own eyes bright — only snorting softly and remaining visibly amused when she nearly stumbled over Kodak and continued, saying how Mona had fallen asleep and the Wayland kitchen had had little to offer besides what she'd been drinking. [break][break]

He wasn't surprised. It'd been that way for as long as he could remember. [break][break]

With his mother, he'd come to learn that alcoholism didn't always look like getting loud and obnoxious in noisy bars among raucous friends. Or waking up in some stranger's bushes the morning after a wild backyard bash. Sometimes it was quieter and (seemingly) kinder. Soft, giggling clumsiness and spilled drinks over dinner. Laughs that were never unkind or too loud, but occasionally misplaced. Always an empty bottle at the top of the trash bin and a new one opened on the counter. Tears that could well from nowhere. Falling asleep at the kitchen table while dinner burnt to a crisp in the oven. [break][break]

Naturally, wine had been the first alcohol he and his brother had managed to covet back to Dino's bedroom as children — crowded together under the safety of his blankets as they tried for the better half of an hour to dig the cork from the bottle without a corkscrew. Cursing under their breath and yanking it back from one another while hissing their impatience. Dane had continued to drink it once they'd gotten older but Dino couldn't forget their shared disgust back then; mouths screwing at the taste and tongues poking from their lips with sharp 'blegh's. He'd often wondered if his brother had acquired the taste simply because it was what their mother had liked and it was something he had wanted to share with her. It had always given Dino headaches and made him sleepy. [break][break]

As he followed Gemma down the stairs (the three dogs that'd joined them right on their heels), Ashley lifted a brow at the chiding look she shot at him over her shoulder. "What, do you miss the mess?" He breathed a laugh and took an appraising glance around as they moved down the hall and back into the main living area. "I could always drag down half my closet if you'd like? Scatter it around if it makes you feel more at home?" He sifted by her, the fingers of one hand finding her own to give them a passing brush and squeeze, then glanced back with a smirk. "We can even take down dozens of plates, cups, and pans and leave them about the living room?" [break][break]

He stepped into the kitchen and pulled two wine glasses down from the top shelf of a cabinet. They'd come in a set and he hadn't yet used them, so he gave them a cursory rinse under the tap. Flicking them out, he scooted them next to the wine bottle on the counter and then flattened his palms on either side of them, settling his weight in a casual lean upon them. "We both know I didn't really have my priorities straight back then," he started again, tone less joking but still decidedly light. He scrunched his face, nose wrinkling at the obvious admittance. Taking care of himself and cultivating a healthy living environment had been pretty low on his list of concerns with everything else in their lives. In those final years, it hadn't even been a consideration at all. "But I do now." [break][break]

Pushing off the counter, he turned and ambled to the drawers along the opposite wall to try and find a corkscrew. "I called her tonight," he said, not looking back, as he pulled open his silverware drawer and took his time rummaging around. "My mom." He didn't know how he expected the admission to make him feel, or what Gemma might say about it, but he made sure that the words left his lips untroubled, even as his brow knit and he swallowed. "I didn't talk to her, obviously. Just wanted to hear her voice. Make sure she sounded okay. Thank you, Gemma... for being there with her." He cleared his face and shot her a quick smile over his shoulder. [break][break]

"Okay, so I have my priorities straight for the most part," the smile tugged awry as he plucked out his bottle opener and realized it wasn't one of those "swiss army knife" ones with multiple, useful utensils built into one. "I'm still missing a few things. For example... I don't think I actually own a corkscrew?" He chuckled, tilting his head and returning to the counter. He tapped a finger to the mouth of the wine bottle and lifted his gaze to her, brow quirked. "Think you could just shrink the cork?"

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now you're tire tracks and one pair of shoes[break]and i'm split in half but that'll have to do

Tag: Gemma Gatsby [break]
 Give me a nudge for any changes!

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Gemma had never been a big fan of wine. She remembered trying it for the first time with her own mother. When Gemma was four and her mom left her glass on the kitchen counter for a moment. Gemma had dragged her stool over and grabbed it to try the drink. And very quickly then decided that it was the worst liquid on the planet. Her little face scrunched as she'd shaken her head as if trying to shake the taste of it out of her mouth. Tiffany had of course caught her and laughed at her daughters disgusted expression. [break][break]

She'd still started drinking it occasionally later on. Either because it was the only thing they could sneak while Moana and Antonio were asleep. Or because she'd wanted to seem more mature. And then later on something she drank just to stick with the accidental tradition she'd made herself for Dino's birthday. Sharing more than a few glasses with Moana some nights. Or later guzzling down the bottle until she passed out in her car. Often inevitably spilling some in the backseat carpet. [break][break]

As he talked about pulling out his clothes to scatter about or pulling out dishes to place everywhere Gemma gave a dramatic sigh. That was cut short as he squeezed her fingers and smiled back at her. She couldn't help but grin as she followed him to the kitchen and watched him pull down the two glasses. "It wouldn't count because everything is already clean," she stated with a playful huff of feigned annoyance. "Plus Dane isn't here for me to smack him with a dirty spatula to make him stop snoring like a damn foghorn on your couch." [break][break]

As he leaned against the counter she moved over to trail her fingers lightly up his spine before she moved to hop on the counter. Placing herself next to the wine and the glasses as her legs swung idly. Though as he said he'd called his mother Gemma's eyes widened a bit. Had he talked to her? Did she know he was alive? For a split second her stomach twisted with worry that he'd put Moana in a position of betraying the Guild to hide the fact that her son was alive and well. But then he explained her hadn't actually talked to her and she let out a soft breath of relief. [break][break]

Though as he thanked her for being there for his mother Gemma simply smiled softly. "You know how I am, always taking care of everyone," like it was her job. Gemma had always been the one watching out for everyone else. Whether that was sitting up with Dino while he sweat and shivered from coming down from whatever it was he'd taken. Running in to help Dane in a fight without asking any questions. Being the one to properly research and prepare for not only her hunts but the other threes. Or pulling Moana out of bed so she wasn't wallowing in her grief alone in the dark. Even the promise she'd made to Moana as a teen to always watch after her boys had been because she'd always felt the need to take care of them. [break][break]

As he asked if she could shrink the cork Gemma quirked a brow and looked down at the bottle. "I could, it might fall into the wine though," all she'd have to do was touch it after all. But then it would likely like fall right in. Unless she could get it small enough fast enough. She had a corkscrew in her car but that was back at the boardwalk. Still, she placed one finger on the top of the cork. Careful not to touch any of the glass as she began to shrink it.

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of some version of you that i might not have but i did not lose

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Gemma had sighed at his teasing, lamenting that his pretended messiness just wouldn't compare to how it had been — especially without Dane hanging around to punish alongside him. The mention brought a wary tightness to Ashley's chest that he had to battle from leaping to his eyes or his smile as she seated herself on his countertop. [break][break]

It wasn't a simple thing to imagine Dane being with them now. Difficult, maybe even impossible, to imagine his brother accepting the situation as readily as Gemma seemed to. Although he hadn't seen him in six years — didn't have the faintest clue how his brother might have changed during that time — it was still far too easy to imagine that Dane was still... Dane. And, if that were the case, it was certainly better for Dino to be dead to him than to be Ashley. [break][break]

When Gemma answered his thanks with only a soft smile, reminding him that she was always taking care of everyone, Ashley let his own mouth tug knowingly. He folded his arms on the countertop and leaned upon them, nudging an elbow against her thigh. His brow lifted with a touch of accusation — somehow equal parts teasing and serious. "Not too busy looking after everyone else, that you don't remember to look after yourself, I hope?" The question threaded another thin line of remorse through his middle and his soft smile tipped the tiniest down at one corner, almost apologetically. [break][break]

Gemma had always piled too much on herself. Always locked down her own feelings and turmoil to make room for others'. Put her needs... not even second... but fifth or sixth to everyone else's. And Dino had always tried to be there when things inevitably became too heavy. To catch the pieces as they fell and brave the waters when the dam began to crack. He could only hope she'd found a new safety net when he'd abandoned her. New ways to cope or a different pair of arms to fall into. He could only hope someone else had taken care of her in his absence. [break][break]

She turned her attention to the wine and Ashley did the same. He watched her lifted finger expectantly and then, only a few seconds later, levered forward when the cork dropped into the drink with a small, muted 'plop'. "Success," he mused, voice half a purr. A grin spread across his face and he straightened to pull the bottle and one of the glasses to him. He filled one, held it out to her, and then filled the other before setting the bottle back down and stepping to the center of the kitchen. "So... hunting partners aside... you and Dane are still close, then?" He ventured flippantly (voice perhaps a little too light) and lifted the glass to his lips to take a testing sip. It was as terrible as he remembered wine to be but he only screwed up his face a little before sipping again. "That's good. I was always afraid to imagine how he might have handled... everything."[break][break]

Ashley lowered himself to the kitchen floor with his legs crossed beneath him, then immediately lifted his glass high in the air as two dogs pushed in close; Pretzel leaping into his lap to wriggle excitedly between his knees and Omelette shoving hard against his shoulder to sniff at his face. He huffed a quiet laugh and threw his free arm around the bigger dog, encouraging him into a sitting and giving him a fierce pat as he slipped to the floor, smushed his head into his thigh, and pawed at his lifted arm. When the pair were settled more calmly, he lowered the wine back to his mouth and lifted his eyes to Gemma's perch while scritching his fingers through Omelette's thick belly fur. "It does put you in a rather awkward position, though," he admitted, gaze flickering to his drink. "I mean... obviously he can't know."[break][break]

He didn't really want to bring it up. He wanted to leave it there. Just a casual fact tossed out there, hopefully to be accepted and then completely ignored as they returned to a night of lighter conversation. But, after a more hearty sip from his glass, Ashley lifted his eyes again and forced himself to continue. "I don't think we'll all ever be in the same kitchen again, Gem."

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Gemma knew Dane would have hated this new house. This new Dino. Would have despised the man that looked too much like his brother but wasn't anything like him at all. She felt, or maybe hoped, that eventually he would love him again. Because deep down it was still Dino. All the parts of him that had always been there. The good parts. The light that Dane had seemed to revolve around like a sun. Of course he would be angry. He would be livid. He'd throw a fit and want bloodshed for it. He would hate the calm cleanliness of it all. He'd love the dogs at least. That she was the most sure of. [break][break]

But she knew she couldn't tell him. That she couldn't go running to her sister or Dane or even Moana to let them know that Dino was alive and well. Better than well it seemed. He was thriving. The only thing any of them had wanted for him. Though is accusatory question on if she was taking care of herself made Gemma snort softly in amusement. "I'm getting enough sleep and eating and showering regularly," which was more than she could say from what she'd been like before. Often times going days without eating or sleeping. Covering up the dark circles under her eyes with make up. Often only crashing when Dane or Dino or her sister forced her to lay down. Forgot to feed herself in attempts to make sure everyone else got food and would only remember when her stomach clenched in hunger pains or she had food shoved into her hands. [break][break]

Now she had friends who would stay the night with her. Thomas who was so insistent on making sure she ate and drank enough water that he would order food to her house just to be sure. She was still far too guarded to let anyone as close to her as she had Dino. She wouldn't let anyone see her break. Wouldn't let them watch her crumble under the weight of everything she took on her shoulders. Which luckily wasn't as much as she used to take on. She hadn't rushed through clubs to drag out anyone in years. Or sat on the bathroom floor with her fingers down someones throat to make them vomit up whatever pills they took. [break][break]

"Close is a word for it," she snorted with a roll of her eyes. "He's still an ass," because of course he was. And always would be she suspected. And Gemma loved him for everything he was. While at the same time often wanted to throttle him for it. "He's still Dane," she said quietly. Part of her hoped some of that would be a relief to him. That his brother was still who he always had been. Reckless and wild and loud and confident. She had pictures of him on her phone she wanted to show him but wasn't sure how he'd perceive them at the moment. As he mentioned out loud how she couldn't tell him Gemma's smile faltered. The corners of her lips dropped slightly as she looked down at her glass. Swirling it before she took a long drink. [break][break]

"I know," she said quietly, a bit flatly. She watched the dogs cuddled with him and it brought the smile back a bit more. As he mentioned how they'd never be in that kitchen again she was quiet for a moment. Then Gemma took another sip before she climbed off the counter and moved to the ground as well. She sat next to him on the other side of Omlette and rested her head on his shoulder. "Do you remember when we were ten and we snuck into the kitchen after your mom baked cookies and pulled them off the pan while they were still super gooey and burned our mouths with molten chocolate?" She asked as she reached down to pet Pretzel. [break][break]

"Or when we were sixteen and you sat with me at the kitchen table at my parents house for over an hour because I just couldn't understand the damn calculus homework?" She settled herself closer and smiled as another dog trotted into the kitchen with them. "Or how about for my twenty first birthday and I woke up to the fire alarm going off in my first apartment because you and Dane had snuck into my house to make me breakfast and fucking burned it?" She laughed softly as Guiness settled in with his head on her thigh. Expecting more scritches that she was happy to provide. "What I'm trying to say is, I don't care what kitchen I'm in, if you're there with me," she smiled as she leaned over to press another soft kiss on his cheek.

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AND I'LL DREAM EACH NIGHT

of some version of you that i might not have but i did not lose

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Ashley only nodded, keeping his face clear, when she answered that she was sleeping, eating, and showering enough these days. But it would have been easy for him to snort. To let a bit of sarcasm filter across his features — big surprise, Gemma Gatsby was doing the bare minimum for herself. Meeting her needs but what else? He might have pushed the issue. But then, he could see it being easily turned around on him. He'd been notoriously bad at all those things once upon a time. And he'd been, himself, an enormous and straining burden on her at the peak of his utter despondency.[break][break]

She joined him on the floor, sitting on the other side of Omelette and giving Guinness a fond pat when he waddled over. She tipped her head to rest on his shoulder and his chest clenched — in that same, devastating way it had many times since recognizing her on the shoreline — as she spoke, claiming that the kitchen didn't matter, so long as "he was there". He blinked slowly as he mulled the statement over, then let a slow breath slip from his nose. He turned to press his lips to her hair. "Gem, that's... you're so...," his lips tugged against her. "Cheesy," he finished in a whisper, huffing a quiet laugh. Though the words themselves were teasing, there was no mistaking the softness in his voice for anything other than appreciation, and he ducked his head to knock his forehead gingerly against her.[break][break]

Really, it was a nice thing to hear. A beautiful thought. One that threatened to wreck him. And more than he really deserved from her. [break][break]

It wasn't exactly what he'd meant, though. He'd been alluding less to a specific kitchen and more to the fact that the four of them would likely never be in the same place, at the same time, ever again. At least, not in the same easy capacity in which they'd once occupied a shared space. [break][break]

There would never be another sleepy morning full of hungover grumbling and thoughtless bedhead; all of them drawn like lumbering corpses to the kitchen table by the smell of Gemma's (always somewhat questionable) cooking. No midnight conversations when not one of them could sleep the night before a particularly nasty assignment; snickering in quiet tones about anything to keep their minds from the possibility that it might be the last chance they'd be able to. No shoving, stomping at feet, and pulling at hair to get the last of the popsicles after a long day in the brutal sun.[break][break]

Those days were long gone. He'd seen them in the dirt when he'd buried himself. Hell, he'd made those moments harder for everyone long before he'd died, even. And for the last couple of years, he'd shoved even the memory of them down, trying to forget.[break][break]

But he wasn't going to press the thought or try and reiterate. He only tipped his head to rest a temple atop Gemma's hair, humming fondly as he thought of the memories she'd spoken of. "How about when those assholes made us cupcakes for graduation... using salt instead of sugar?" He snorted, lips spreading while his eyes pressed closed. They'd made sure to get a video of them taking that first big, big bite. [break][break]

Lifting the hand buried in Omelette's fur, Ashley snuck his fingers into the palm Gemma was currently running across Pretzel's back, lacing them between her own. "Or forget kitchens," his face scrunched. "Remember when I saran-wrapped your car in the school parking lot the day everyone knew that tool... what was his name... Travis? Was going to ask you out?" He lifted his head and their joined hands, pressing one of her knuckles against a closed eye as he murmured a soft laugh. "I knew it was gonna piss you off so much that you'd be in a bad mood and end up telling him no. Even though I'm pretty sure you liked him!" The quiet snicker transformed into something slightly more full and his eyes flung open. "And you thought it was Dane that did it!" [break][break]

God, he'd taken her fury like a champ. Hadn't even tattled. [break][break]

After taking another sip of his wine, Ashley set it on the floor and slid it an armslength away from him and the dogs. Then he slowly lowered himself until he was lying with his back against the cool tile. "Or how about when Dane put Nair in Grace's shampoo?" He blinked up at the ceiling and shook his head. "I must have called you and her both twenty times before I ended up just driving like a madman to your house. Thank God Tiff let me in before she got in the shower." He figured the consequences of that, had he not prevented them, would have been far worse than what Gemma had done to Dane about the car. The debt there was more than settled.

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Gemma did understand part of what he meant. That they'd never all be those kids again. When it was the four of them against the world. All always together. Always close. Perhaps there was a childish part of her that still hoped they could be that way again someday. That she could have that dream she'd built up when she was young. A big house with all four of them. A room in the basement for Dane, a guest house for Grace.[break][break]

A big backyard for the dogs, a kitchen with a big bay window looking out over that backyard. Being able to crawl in bed next to Dino at night with a dog at the end of the bed and a cat sleeping on the pillow above her head. A loud, chaotic, happy house. No nightmares or murder. No expectations. No Guild. Her and Grace sitting out on the back porch gossiping about nothing important. Dane chasing his nephews around as they squealed in delight. [break][break]

Just the idea was enough to make her heart feel like someone had a vice grip on it. For the moment it was enough to feel his lips against her hair. To smile as he breathed a chuckle and teased her for her comment. "Hey, I'm allowed to be a little cheesy sometimes," she retorted with a playful poke to his side. As he brought up the god awful cupcakes though Gemma's face scrunched in distaste just at the memory. "Ugh don't remind me!" She exclaimed with a shake of her head. She remembered all too clearly how Dane had laughed when Gemma had jumped on him to try and force feed him the cupcake she'd already taken a bite out of. [break][break]

Though as she felt his fingers slip under her palm Gemma smiled again as she intertwined her fingers with his and squeezed his hand gently. As he brought up his jealous rebellion of someone attempting to date her in highschool Gemma couldn't help the laugh that parted her lips. One full and light as she tossed her head back. "God, had it not been for one of your friends slipping up I would have still thought it was Dane that did it!" She remembered how she screamed at Dane for "ruining" her first car. How she shoved him and spat every nasty name at him she could think of. "Honestly I only flirted with Travis because I knew it pissed you off," she admitted with a sly grin. "Plus he wasn't that bad of a kisser." [break][break]

Gemma finished off the last of her wine, her face twisting at the sudden onslaught of so much as she shook her head to swallow it down. Before she set her glass aside and laid back on the ground with him. Gemma did remember having several missed calls from Dino and when she'd finished getting out of her own shower. By the time she'd noticed and panicked thinking something happened to Dane he'd already been rushing over.[break][break]

Only to rescue both Grace from going bald and in fact from losing his brother. Because they all knew Grace wouldn't have taken something like that without retribution. "Do you remember our senior prom when I said I couldn't find my date and asked to slow dance with you instead?" She asked with a mischievous smile on her lips. "I knew exactly where he was, I told him to meet me by the bleachers for a surprise," she snickered as her grin widened. [break][break]

If she were being honest Gemma had only gotten a date because she knew neither of their fathers would have let them go as a date. And Antonio wasn't going to believe they were going just as friends together. "Or that one year for Dane's birthday when I made him a cake that called him the Littlest D?"

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[Ashley Wolfe]

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AND I'LL DREAM EACH NIGHT

of some version of you that i might not have but i did not lose

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Gemma laid back and, when she brought up prom, he snorted. That poor guy. Waiting in the dark, probably wringing his sweaty hands and practicing lines. Ashley's brow gave a small jump and he searched the ceiling. "Senior prom got me slapped. Twice. And dumped."[break][break]

Deservedly so, of course. He wondered if his date had made it into any of the photos taken of him that night. Ashley gave a tiny shake of his head, remembering. How happy the girl — he couldn't even remember her name now — had been when he'd asked her to go with him. How desperate she'd been for his attention while he'd done nothing but hang off Gemma the whole night. What made it worse was that he'd hardly been oblivious to her lingering on the sidelines. Waiting for her moment to smile, laugh, be doted on, and make memories, too. Slipping off to the bathroom every now and again to cry and fix her make-up. Her continued attempts and flagging imploring had eventually become glares and wounded fury. And through the whole thing, the whole night, he'd seen. He just hadn't cared. [break][break]

"Amazing night for us, terrible for our dates."[break][break]

And, Wayland bastard that he was, he'd still had the audacity to try and end the night with that girl. Thinking he'd be forgiven when the whole thing was done, Gemma was gone, and finally — finally — he gave her the light of day. Pouted his lip and softened his eyes. Sweetened his voice with apology as he tipped close for a placating kiss. Utterly dismissive of how upset she'd been — how angry and hurt she'd spent the whole night — while he tried to talk her out of her clothes, claiming that what she'd seen hadn't been what it so obviously was. [break][break]

He'd been so reckless, then. Always asking for and expecting more than he was ever willing to give back. And that was something he couldn't blame on his father or the Guild. It wasn't a terrible, heartless thing he'd been forced to do. There was no excuse for it. Ashley blinked at the ceiling, thinking of Gemma in his bedroom not even a half-hour earlier. No matter how much better he knew he was and tried to be, he supposed there was still a little bit of that Wayland bastard in him, even now. [break][break]

She drew him from his thoughts with another memory and he grinned anew as he recalled the disdained scrunch to his brother's face (seconds before Dino had smashed it into the cake when he opened his mouth to bitch). "You really gave him a complex. Poor guy." [break][break]

Ashley turned slowly on his side, propping an elbow beneath him so he was looking down with his temple tipped against a closed fist. Between them, Omelette — rolled completely now on his back — wriggled further up with an insistent snort, pawing at the arm Ashley extended over him toward Gemma. Just like those girls when he'd been seventeen, nineteen, twenty-one, etc — begging to be included or trying their damnedest to carve some sort of hopeless space between them. [break][break]

"Do you remember..." Ashley flattened his palm against her stomach, letting the words trail so his lips could pull in a smile mischievous enough to match her own. "When we were on that boat at Crater Lake?" He gave her a moment to recall, hoping she would catch on as his voice began a slow creep from mischief to threat and his hand inched similarly toward her ribs. "When I tickled you until you pissed yourself?" His eyes gleamed and he moved quick — pushing himself up and over the dog trying to snuggle against him and anchoring a knee on either side of her. "It's a good thing we were on the water," he teased around a laugh, launching an assault with little mercy. "I just chucked you over the side of the boat once you could breathe again." [break][break]

He paused, looking deadly serious for a moment as he tipped his head. "Don't piss on my kitchen floor though. It'll set a bad example for the dogs."

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now you're tire tracks and one pair of shoes[break]and i'm split in half but that'll have to do

Tag: Gemma Gatsby [break]
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Gemma snickered in amusement at how their prom had been both amazing and in a lot of ways terrible. Perhaps not that terrible for them. "Your mom got some nice pictures though." Pictures of the two of them. Not of them and their dates. Pictures of them dancing together, of her sitting so happily on his lap while they drank punch, of them standing in the car together with their dates shoved to the back because Gemma got "car sick" if she wasn't sitting up front (she did not). Half the night spent with her hanging off of Dino's arm. Only occasionally showing her own date attention when she felt he was getting too upset. [break][break]

Gemma was just as reckless with others hearts. Stringing them along, teasing promises, and batted lashes. Keeping them hooked long enough until she became bored or they did something inevitably to earn her ire. Normally only triggered by some desperate attempt to win her time, her attention, her heart over Dino. Even by the time her prom date that night had found her again he'd been fuming. Red faced and bared teeth that Gemma still soothed with a sweet tone and wide, innocent eyes. Claiming she really hadn't been able to find him. That she'd looked everywhere for him and thought he'd left her. Claimed she'd heard rumors that he'd been caught hooking up with some other girl. She'd even managed to turn on the water works until he apologized to her. [break][break]

In the end all of them had been little more than temporary replacements. There'd been possibly two that had lasted longer than a few weeks. A boy named Hyde with curly brown hair and a too big smile. He'd been sweet and attentive. Always showering her in affection and time. He'd been her longest boyfriend at the time, they'd lasted almost a year before the two of them broke up. Gemma had even had the audacity to actually be hurt by that break up. A hurt that she buried in Dino's arms. [break][break]

Though at the idea that she'd been the one to give Dane any kind of complex Gemma couldn't help but let out a quick laugh. "It is not my fault that he associated Big D and Little D with y'all's junk," she stated in a playfully firm tone. Though it perhaps was her fault for leaning into it when Dane made comments about wanting the moniker changed. It would have been easy to just change his name in her phone to something else and forget about it. But it wouldn't have been nearly as fun. "I think it fits well with all the other complexes he's picked up anyway," she teased with a soft chuckle. [break][break]

Gemma stayed staring up at the ceiling as he turned to her. Only offering to turn her head to him as she felt his hand on her stomach. Though her eyes were then drawn to the sweet pup fighting for some of Dino's attention. All huffing and wiggling as he tried to squirm in between them. As soon as the lake was brought up though her eyes snapped back to his and narrowed at him. "What about it?" She asked cautiously. There were plenty of things she remembered about their visit there. Tanning on the shore with her sister, sitting on Dino's shoulders with Grace on Danes while they tried to knock each other over, jumping off the cliffs into the clear water. Then her face flushed bright red as he brought up how he'd made her pee herself laughing. [break][break]

Before she had a moment to roll away he was on top of her with Gemma immediately trying to smack his hands away. "Dino!" She screeched his name much like she had that day on the boat. Gemma squirmed and wiggled trying to bat away his hands as she laughed. "Stop it! You're such an ass!" She exclaimed between laughter. As he paused she was already panting before she finally took the opportunity to shove him off. Her hand's pushed against his chest as she hooked one of her legs behind his knee and shifted their weight. Careful to not hit any dogs that had come to see what all the commotion was about. [break][break]

She landed on top of him and returned her own onslaught of tickling. His ribs, the crook of his neck, his sides, under his arms, anywhere her hands could get to fast enough. "Don't piss on the floor, Dino," she shot back mockingly as she continued. "You'll set a bad example for the dogs." Omelette had hopped to his feet with his tail wagging as he watched them. Gemma's laughter still bubbled out of her. Full and bright and warm as she anchored her knees on either side of him.

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[Ashley Wolfe]

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AND I'LL DREAM EACH NIGHT

of some version of you that i might not have but i did not lose

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Gemma's protests fell on deaf ears; the slaps she made at him ineffective and only further encouraging. But when Ashley paused and allowed her just the briefest of windows, she seized the moment and turned the tables. In a quick shift, their positions were reversed. And how could he forget she was a highly-trained brawler, when it'd been him she'd laid out with little to no effort a numberless amount of times during sparring matches?[break][break]

She returned the assault. Deservedly. And Ashley squirmed beneath her, laughing when she repeated his warning in a fierce, playful mock. More than a few dogs had been drawn into the kitchen now by the excitement and they danced about them with little huffs, nails ticking on the tile while they pranced with the eager want to play, too. [break][break]

While Gemma had always been slippery, Ashley had always had the advantage of height and strength — it didn't take too long before he managed to get both her wrists locked between the fingers of one hand. He pinned them to his chest, steadfast against any struggle she made to wrench free, and quirked a brow. Briefly, he considered using his hold to pull her forward so she had to topple against him, chest to chest, and he could steal a sneaky kiss. And he was sure this consideration flickered tellingly across his face, with the way his smile tugged deviously awry. [break][break]

But he released her after a moment, when she stopped struggling, and lifted a hand through the air to smooth gingerly against the side of her neck instead. He sighed through his nose, his smile softening while he blinked at her. "You know how much I missed you?" [break][break]

Choosing that precise moment to have had enough of being sidelined, Omelette half-wriggled, half-launched himself in the space between them; prostrating himself across Ashley's chest and making him exhale a breathy 'oof'. Almost simultaneously, Lambchop nudged forward to draw his tongue in a slobbery stripe across his face and Applejack — seeing how everyone else was being rowdy and deciding why not her, too? — made a couple of enthused bounces to try and knock Gemma from her perch. [break][break]

"Alright, alright! I wasn't wanting kisses from you!" Ashley barked through a couple of laughs, shielding his wet face into his shoulder and pulling himself into a sitting. He scooted back so he could throw his arms around the dogs; pulling them into his lap and into his chest as he finally gave them their due attention. They wriggled and milled about the suddenly-crowded kitchen, seeming to take turns in their seeking of a good pat-down. "Alright, Gatsby—" Ashley leveled a stare at her, nudging Applejack to sit when she threw herself into him (completely unfazed by the knock of her head against his chin). "Are we doing cupcakes or what?"

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now you're tire tracks and one pair of shoes[break]and i'm split in half but that'll have to do

Tag: Gemma Gatsby [break]
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Gemma had always been smaller than Dino and it hadn't taken long for Dane and Grace to exceed her in height as well. She'd never had the upper hand when it came to size or sheer brute strength. Which she supposed her father had expected seeing as he'd normally had her training with those bigger and stronger than she was. So she'd had to learn how to rely on other things. How her own size and body weight could be used against others. How she could be faster, harder to grab, how to break out of holds. Most importantly how to use her Gift to her advantage. Which she thought about using when her hands were swiftly grabbed and pinned to Dino's chest. [break][break]

Instead of floating them to the ceiling, which she supposed might confuse and panic the dogs, Gemma simply tried to pull out of his grasp. She pulled and tried to wrench her wrists out of his strong grip. A battle she knew she'd never win without more drastic or tactical measures. But instead she finally relented after a moment with a bright and still playful grin. She stared down at him and watched the smile dance across his lips. Wondering if he thought the same thing she had. About how easy it would be to claim she lost balance and fell against him so she could steal another kiss. Until she heard him claim how he'd missed her. [break][break]

For a split second something pulled at her chest. If he missed her so much why hadn't he called her? Why hadn't he wanted to see her? Why did he leave her behind? Thankfully the thoughts didn't have time to fully take root in her mind as a large fluff ball shoved his way between them in demand for attention. It seemed the other dogs were upset they weren't getting their turn to play. Gemma laughed as she quickly moved from her spot on top of Dino, relinquishing it to allow him to be dog piled on. Gemma still offered and affectionate patting to Applejack and Darling who seemed a little more calm than the rest of the group though still very excited. [break][break]

She watched as he sat up again. Wrangling the dogs around him as they wiggled excitedly and squirmed. All attempting to pile on him together before seeming to take turns as they shoved their way into his arms to shower him with affection. Even Applejack and Darling left her to instead make a grab for his affection. There was still the soft clacking of nails against the floor as the dogs milled about the now very crowded kitchen. For a moment she idly wondered where exactly he fed all of the dogs. If they normally all piled into one room for food or if they ate outside or in different rooms. Gemma wondered just how many nights the rooms of the house were all too happily full with wagging tails and panting tongues. [break][break]

As he called her last name she very nearly returned with, what used to be, his own. But the name Wayland died on her tongue the moment her lips started forming the W. Because he wasn't a Wayland anymore and she didn't want to remind him of how he used to be. Instead she nodded firmly then chuckled when he asked if they were making cupcakes. "Well," she started as she pulled herself from the floor. The shirt she was wearing now thoroughly covered in dog fur. "Do we have the ingredients to make cupcakes?" [break][break]

Considering the one she'd gotten him for his birthday was somewhere on the beach now probably being picked over by animals and covered in sand. She moved over and offered him a hand up with a smile. Though there was a small, devious spark in her dark eyes.

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[Ashley Wolfe]

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AND I'LL DREAM EACH NIGHT

of some version of you that i might not have but i did not lose

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In response to his use of her last name, Gemma very nearly shot back "Wayland". Ashley could hear it. Could see it formed upon the purse of her lips. But she stopped herself short and he did his best not to react — to not quirk his own mouth into something fleetingly sympathetic (or perhaps even grateful). He only lifted a brow knowingly and watched her fondly as she stood, looking a bit tousled. Not as tousled as she could look, he thought (more than a bit roguishly), but still pleasingly disheveled. [break][break]

He removed the dogs trying still to clamber into his lap and took her hand, then pushed himself to his feet; snorting softly when she asked whether they even had the ingredients to make cupcakes. [break][break]

"Do we have..." he offered a light scoff, shoulders shucking once. [break][break]

Keeping her hand tucked in his, he bent to pick up his wine glass the dogs had knocked over in their excitement, put it in the sink, then plucked the handtowel hanging from the dishwasher to drop in the floor and soak up the spilled drink (before they could track their paws through it). He then tugged her toward the cabinets and, with a weighty sigh, shot her a suffering look. "I feel like I'm going to embarrass myself here," he said forlornly, reaching to pull open the doors; revealing the many, many boxes of baking mixes inside. Cakes, cupcakes, brownies, bars, and breads — dozens. Though the flavor spread was somewhat varied — a strawberry here, a lemon there, a couple of cinnamon streusels — the majority were predictable shades of "decadent" or "triple" chocolate. [break][break]

His mouth tugged faintly awry and, shifting his weight once more with his hips against the counter-edge, he pulled her closer; his free hand finding her other before he coaxed her between his parted knees and moved her hands to his shoulders so he could slip his own around the small of her back. "Did I mention this is a stress-bake household?" He tipped his head, smile tucking at one corner as he gazed down at her. "Take your pick."

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now you're tire tracks and one pair of shoes[break]and i'm split in half but that'll have to do

Tag: Gemma Gatsby [break]
Short post is short, but I've made you wait long enough and just want to make some movement here! Let me know if you need more or want changes!

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Ashley Wolfe

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Sorry this took forever! Let me know if you need me to make any tweaks or changes or give you more to work with!

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Looking down at him this way, her hair a mess of waves that hung down over her shoulder and blocked her peripheral vision. In one of his oversized shirts that still swallowed her body. His chest bear with a hint of a glimmer in his dark eyes that she hadn't seen in years. It brought her crashing back to when they were teenagers. The two of them not so quietly giggling and shushing each other as they scampered to the kitchen in the middle of the night like hungry mice. [break][break]

The way Dino would chase her down the hall, the sound of their bare feet against the hard wood seeming so loud in the quiet house. The two of them wrestling over some sweet, Dino holding it just out of her reach and pulling it higher when she'd jump to grab it. Only to end up with both of them on the floor when Gemma inevitably tackled him, suddenly uncaring how loud they were. [break][break]

Or the days when they were older. Spent in her kitchen as Dino nursed a hang over and Gemma tried desperately to recreate some recipe she'd gotten from Moana only to mess it up some way. Just because she wanted to make something for him. Just to see him smile. To see that glimmer in his dark eyes again. The memories seized her heart tight for a moment because it wouldn't be the same. No more Moana smiling at them from the doorway when she woke up and found them wrestling on her kitchen floor. No more being covered in flour handprints or broken eggs on the floor when Dane would come in to start trouble. They wouldn't ever be in that kitchen again. [break][break]

She let the feeling settle in her chest and chose to instead focus on this kitchen. On this moment. With the clack of puppy paws on the kitchen floor and Dino's hand in hers. To instead focus on relishing in a feeling she thought she'd lost for good as he tugged her along to the cabinets. She placed her glass in the sink with his and smiled teasingly as he claimed he might embarrass himself. "Oh I think that ships sailed," she teased with a small laugh. [break][break]

Though as he opened the cabinet her eyes did widen a bit at the sight of just how many boxes of mixes there were. It reminded her of spending time with Moana, after Dino died. Sitting in the kitchen together watching Moana go from tipsy to giggly drunk then become all too excited as she pulled Gemma into baking something with her. Always muttering about how much Dino would have liked it as Gemma made sure nothing burned. Only for Gemma to remind her that Dane and Grace would love them. That all of them always loved her baking. At least then she'd been able to see a real smile on her.[break][break]

As he pulled her closer to him Gemma was all too happy to let her arms lift to rest on his shoulders. One hand moving to run her fingers up from the base of his neck into his hair. Letting her light blue nails, that she'd painted specifically for his birthday, scritch gently at his scalp as she mulled over the options. She pressed her body flush to his as she softly hummed in thought. "I want..."[break][break]

Her words trailed off for a moment as her feet lifted from the ground. Her body moved up and as her fingers removed from his hair, a sly smile on her lips as she found herself at eye level with Dino. With her eyes still on his she leaned in closer, her lips able to brush against his as she let her eyes close. "This one," she whispered with her lips ghosting against his. Gemma's hand grabbed one of the triple chocolate boxes and pulled it down before she lowered herself back to the ground with a smile. "The cupcake I got you earlier was chocolate so we could just remake it." Her lips curled into an all too innocent smile as she looked up at him, box in hand.

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