Author's Notes: hey everyone, sorry this chapter is a little short. I have loads of exams next week and I'm trying to get my studying done. I really appreciate everyone who's sticking with me. I hope you're enjoying the story so far. Please, comment if you've got feedback or whatever!

Twinkling Wintersday lights shimmered across the ceiling of Gabrielle's bedroom. Their dim light danced across her room, casting it in a cozy glow. She'd managed to make her bed that day, and sweep up all the dust bunnies… She mentally patted herself on the back for "wasting" the day cleaning her home instead of working out in the field. Gabrielle had, in her opinion, actually hit a homerun in this case, instead of floundering like she usually did in these types of situations.

She quietly closed the door behind them, leaving Delilah snoozing away comfortably on the couch in the living room. The click of the doorknob incited a nervous feeling, like ants or butterflies in her stomach. Creeping, crawling, the sensation was tingly and unpleasant. They were alone, completely alone. Not standing in a field with friends trying not to look, not hiding in her bedroom with her parents nearby, there was no librarian to turn a corner and see them. It was just the two of them.

Abigail turned to look at her. Gabrielle suddenly felt very conscious of her naked torso. Abigail was still fully clothed, which made her feel even more naked, if that was possible. She crossed her arms over her chest and smile nervously, which made Abigail look at her with a raised eyebrow.

"Are you nervous?" She asked Gabrielle.

Gabrielle laughed nervously. "I feel so stupid," she muttered.

"Don't, you're not stupid," Abigail whispered. "You're so smart, you gave me great advice today and I feel so much better now… Don't feel stupid."

Abigail gently wrapped her arms around Gabrielle, who felt her cheeks grow hot.

"You're smart and beautiful and you should never feel stupid."

"You're crazy," Gabrielle muttered under her breath. Gabrielle knew that she was way too anxious, way too worried, to not have something seriously wrong with her. Freaking out, having panic attacks… other people didn't do that. She couldn't see how she wasn't broken. Stupid might not have been the right word, but flawed was an understatement.

Before she could detest, Abigail pressed her lips against hers, kissing her hungrily. Her tongue passed through Gabrielle's lips to play with hers. Gabrielle's body responded against her wishes, she could feel her nipples grow harder as Abigail kissed her. She felt like Abigail was pulling her back to earth, grounding her, taking her back from her own hurtful thoughts. It was a fleeting sensation that made Gabrielle's head spin. She didn't deserve it.

Abigail hadn't noticed Gabrielle's hesitation; instead, she bit and sucked at Gabrielle's collarbone, making the other girl whimper. Gabrielle pulled Abigail's tunic up over her head and tossed it haphazardly on the floor. The bra followed. Abigail smirked a sexy smile at her.

"Are you sure about this?" Gabrielle said.

"What about this doesn't say I'm sure?" Abigail said, gesturing to her half naked body. Gabrielle felt herself begin to wetten as she took Abigail's body in. She could only nod as Abigail led her to the bed, where she crawled on and laid there, waiting for Gabrielle to make her move. Gabrielle crawled on top of her. The heat of Abigail's skin against hers felt incredible.

"It's just that we've only known each other for-"

"That doesn't matter to me. You're amazing and I want you," Abigail murmured, pulling Gabrielle down into a kiss. "Now stop trying to convince me otherwise."

Abigail really wanted this. Gabrielle did too, no doubt, but trying to convince herself to abandon her self-doubt was another story. How this gorgeous girl ended up in her bed wanting her, she couldn't figure out. Shut up, she thought. Shut up and enjoy it.

Abigail pushed Gabrielle's hair over her shoulder and began tenderly kissing her neck, massaging her breasts gently as she did. Gabrielle pressed her weight against Abigail and squirmed from the stimulation. Gabrielle rolled onto her back, pulling Abigail with her. With Abigail on top, she could get a better angle at her jeans, which she started unbuttoning as Abigail kissed her. Abigail stood up to shimmy her jeans off, standing in front of Gabrielle wearing only her black boyshorts.

"Fuck," Gabrielle whispered. Abigail only smirked as she pulled Gabrielle's shorts down over her hips slowly. When the shorts were finally off and tossed aside, Gabrielle sat up to pull Abigail into her lap. Abigail's wetness had soaked through her panties, Gabrielle could feel it as Abigail grinded against her thigh. Gabrielle feverishly pleasured Abigail, sucking, biting, kissing everywhere she could reach. She laid Abigail down next her and rolled onto her side.

"Can I?" she whispered.

"Yes," Abigail whimpered, as Gabrielle pulled her panties to the side. Gabrielle kissed her deeply, gently toying with Abigail as she rested her fingers just outside her labia. Slowly, she massaged, until she slipped her fingers inside. Abigail gasped as they brushed against her clit, Gabrielle gently stroking it before beginning to circle it with her thumb. Abigail tried to kiss Gabrielle, her lips trembling as she sloppily kissed her, which made Gabrielle smile against her kiss.

Slow, small circles grew faster and faster with each rotation. Gabrielle could feel Abigail's hips start to gyrate as she got closer and closer. She crawled down between her legs and kissed the inside of her thigh before removing her panties. Gabrielle kissed the opening before sliding her tongue inside, causing Abigail to moan with pleasure.

"Gabby," she whispered, "Gabby, I want to do you, too…"

"My turn first," Gabrielle smirked before wrapping her lips around Abigail's clit and sucking. Abigail squirmed and grabbed at Gabrielle's hair, her hips rising, as she came closer and closer to her climax. Gabrielle wrapped her arms around Abigail's thighs, holding her in place as she sucked and licked until Abigail came. Panting and moaning, her back arched, as Gabrielle continued, until she begged her to stop.

"Please, oh, please," she stuttered, "I can't anymore, I can't…"

Gabrielle laughed quietly as she wiped her face on her bedsheets and crawled up to kiss Abigail. Abigail's body shuddered against hers as she came back down. Her breath was heavy and her cheeks were flushed as she wrapped her arms around Gabrielle's waist. "Incredible, that was incredible." she whispered.

Gabrielle smiled as she kissed her. "It was," she whispered back.

Abigail slid under the covers with Gabrielle as Gabrielle held her close. She could barely feel Abigail's heartbeat as they cuddled, with Abigail curling into Gabrielle. Gabrielle could smell her shampoo in her hair, and feel her soft skin pressed against hers. It was perfection. She had obsessed over this moment, thinking about it late at night, fingers inside herself… Now it was here. And it had gone better than she ever thought it could.

Gabrielle tried to put the nagging, itching feeling in the back of her brain to rest. Abigail was obviously happy, which made her happy, too. It felt so good to know that she made someone else happy… Maybe it was because she had such a hard time being happy herself? It was nice to know that she was a bright spot. She sure as hell wasn't a bright spot in her own life, more like a dark, looming cloud that rained all over everything.

Abigail squeezed Gabrielle's hand as she heard Abigail sigh happily.

Perfection, she thought.

A loud crack of thunder awoke Gabrielle the next morning. Her arms still held Abigail. It seemed like they hadn't moved at all during the night, to her pleasant surprise. Abigail was probably as still of a sleeper as she was. She buried her nose into Abigail's neck, kissing it gently and holding her tight. A good way to wake someone up, she thought. Abigail awoke, taking a deep breath and rolling over.

"Good morning," Gabrielle said quietly, smiling at Abigail. Her purple hair was mussed and her eyeliner was smudged, but she was still adorable, Gabrielle thought.

"Hey," Abigail said sleepily. "Oh.. it's raining."

"I won't have to go out and work for today," Gabrielle said happily. Abigail stifled a yawn.

"That's good, we can have breakfast," Abigail muttered, rubbing her eyes.

"I really need a shower first," Gabrielle said quietly. "I'm still… well, let's just say last night had an effect," she laughed.

Abigail looked confused at first, but then her face lit up. "Oh my god, Gab, you didn't… I can't believe how selfish I am."

Gabrielle gave her a bemused look. "Don't be ridiculous, it's not about whether I get mine. I just wanted to make you feel good."

Abigail snuggled close and gave her a kiss. "But I wanted to make you feel good… I've never done before, I want you to be the first person I… well…"

"I can't say no," Gabrielle said. "But we should probably let your parents know you're alive and alright. I got the feel you didn't leave on good terms yesterday."

Abigail grumbled, fumbling with her jeans and digging her cell phone out of her pocket. She stepped out of the room to make the call. Gabrielle's eyes followed. She laid in bed, closing her eyes and relishing the moment, before Abigail came bursting in the room again.

"Dad's mad because I'm late to help him open," she complained. "I have to go. I'm so sorry."

"No worries. It's not like this is the last time we'll see each other," Gabrielle said with a smile. "Come here, kiss me before you go."

Abigail grinned before leaning over to kiss Gabrielle, teasing her with her soft tongue, before leaving. "Miss you," she whispered.

"See you soon," Gabrielle whispered back. Abigail left, waving at Gabrielle through the window as she ran past. Gabrielle flopped back in bed, her head swirling with memories of the night before. Memories of perfection.