Gemma chuckled, and Rory felt it vibrate into her own chest. It allowed warmth and light to ignite in her heart.
“Part of the job.” Gemma lifted her head.
“What job?” Rory felt her eyebrows wrinkle.
“The job of girlfriend and Rory protector.”
The light and warmth grew inside Rory as she chuckled back. “Do I need a protector?”
“From the grandmas tomorrow morning? I should think so.” Gemma slung a leg over Rory and tightened the arm that was around her waist. “But I'm here to protect you. We just need to make sure that they don't try to divide and conquer!”
Rory allowed herself to be held for a moment. Finding this much comfort in Gemma's arms was something she never thought she would have. But her Gemma was always ready with a warm hug and a wide smile.
Gemma fiddled with the hem of Rory's vest for a moment. The movement caused tantalising shots of pleasure and excitement throughout Rory's body. She didn't know if Gemma meant it as a turn-on, but it was doing some lovely things to Rory's body.
“When we were in the car and talking of coming home. Was there something else to it? I felt it wasn't all about the woman at Montague’s. Is my dad pressuring you?”
Rory turned and saw a worried expression on Gemma's face. She took a deep breath and released it slowly, partly to calm her suddenly racing heartbeat and partly to give her time to think. How could she answer that question without scaring Gemma away? How could she tell Gemma that her thoughts of moving home were full of family and a future together?
She’d obviously spent too long pondering as Gemma sat up and looked at her.
“Rory?” Gemma's voice was tight. “What are you not telling me?”
Rory gulped.
“I, um, I just thought that in the future, not now, just in the future, being closer to our parents might be a good thing. You know, if this goes somewhere and we think about having a family, then retired parents who can fit into a babysitting schedule are quite helpful.”
Rory waited for Gemma to pull away. She knew this was too much too soon, and Gemma was allergic to commitment.
“Oh.” Gemma's voice was small and she fell back into Rory.
“Oof.” Rory gasped as Gemma’s body fell solidly onto her. Surprise overshadowed her discomfort when Gemma snuggled her face into Rory’s neck.
Rory swallowed. “I’m sorry, I know it’s a bit much to be talking about all that and we’ve only just got together and...”
Whatever she was going to say next was muffled by Gemma's lips crashing into hers. Not questioning a kiss from her girlfriend, Rory returned the kiss with vigour. The now familiar feel of Gemma's lips on hers was comforting and grounding.
“I thought you were leaving without me.” Gemma buried her head again. “I’m not great at relationships when we live in the same city. I don't know how to handle being away from you.” Her words were muffled, and Rory strained to hear them.
“Hey.” Rory caressed Gemma's back through the oversized T-shirt she wore. “I am not going anywhere without you. I didn't want to say anything because I didn't want to scare you away, but I'm in this Gems. I’m falling for you. So hard, so fast it’s scaring the crap out of me.” Rory gulped and briefly considered how much to say to Gemma. She absolutely did not want to scare her away but also wanted to comfort her girlfriend.
“When we’re apart, I think it’s all going too fast. I want to text you soppy texts and tell you how much I'm missing you, but I worry it’s too much. But when we’re together, everything is right, everything feels better and how it should be.” Rory swallowed past the lump that was in her throat.
Gemma rested her face on Rory's neck, and gentle sobs wracked her body. “I’m sorry, I'm being silly. It’s all a bit overwhelming.” Gemma mumbled into Rory's neck.
Rory shifted slightly and reached a hand over to Gemma. Lightly, she cupped Gemma's chin and held her in place. A hundred words ran through her head, including the three that fully summed up her feelings for Gemma. But she didn't want to say them in a flurry of tears. Tomorrownight, in the gardens of Larchester Manor. That’s where she wanted to tell Gemma she loved her. That she wanted Gemma to be in her life for a very long time. All the words she knew rattled in her brain until she realised words were useless. She guided Gemma's lips to hers, and they came together in a flurry of desire and longing. Everything she felt for Gemma poured out of her, and she expressed it all in that kiss. She pushed Gemma back and slid a leg between Gemma's, her thigh pressing on Gemma's centre. Gemma gasped into Rory's mouth, and a flood of liquid heat rushed through Rory's veins. With a practiced ease she didn't know she possessed, she swiftly removed her vest top and then tugged at Gemma's T-shirt. As soon as it left Gemma's body, Rory pressed her chest to Gemma's. The heat from Gemma poured into Rory, and the soft press of their breasts together made her moan.
“Oh, Rory!” Gemma's voice was pleading. Rory kissed her way down Gemma's body, only pausing to kiss the soft nipples into tight buds of need. Gemma bucked underneath her and pressed her centre into Rory’s thigh. Between them, they discarded Gemma’s knickers, and Rory plunged her fingers into her lover. Lips and tongues colliding, she teased and fucked Gemma into a climax that had her shuddering in Rory’s arms.
“I love this.” Gemma kissed any part of Rory’s sweat-slicked body she could. “I love how you fuck me.”
“Good, because I really, really love making love to you.” Rory gently kissed Gemma’s nipples to emphasise her point.
Rory settled next to Gemma and propped herself up on an arm. She knew she had a grin splitting her face. She loved what she could do to Gemma’s body and how much pleasure she could bring to her.
“This is more than fucking to me Gems.” Rory trailed a finger not so innocently around Gemma’s areolas.
“Hmm?” Gemma writhed under Rory’s touch.
