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it was unclear on how long gala would stay sleeping. the time was rather unpredictable, but gem knew she liked to sleep in on her days off. gemma wished she had that kind of willpower to fall back asleep after waking up early in the morning, if that were the case she would still be sleeping next to gala. more than likely all snuggled up to her. it was a nice thought, gem truly loved the moments like that. the moments she thought she would have never experienced again, yet here she was. in the kitchen, making breakfast for the both of them. before gem started to cook, she pulled up spotify on her phone and started playing one of her many playlists. her eyes caught the christmas playlist, then her sight turned towards the living room–particularly to where her christmas tree was just a few days ago. a few weeks ago, gala was over to help her put up the tree. time was moving too fast, and that scared gemma a lot.

she mixed certain ingredients in a large bowl, humming lightly to each song that she listened to. even though she was occupied with preparing breakfast, gem couldn’t help to be occupied more with her thoughts. thinking about gala finding out her job was no longer needed here in new york. gemma wanted gala to be back home, of course. she had been away from her family for too long. however, she wanted gala to stay here. with her. it was a selfish, selfish thing but the truth. gem also wondered what it would mean for them, their future. whatever they were right now. gem set the large bowl on the counter, after doing so she bent down to one of the cupboards and opened a door. seconds later she was pulling out a waffle maker. quite frankly, one of her favorite appliances. gem plugged it into the wall, starting to pull away from her thoughts and instead was getting excited for breakfast. gala’s voice took her by surprise, gem jumped and swore for a second her feet barely left the ground. she turned to see the taller girl walking towards her, a smile tugging up on her lips when gala kissed her cheek. “aw. had i known that, i would’ve slept in.” gem teased, knowing very well that gala wouldn’t fall for it. her sight couldn’t help but trail along gala’s body, noticing she was only wearing her shirt from the previous night. once gala spoke again, gem snapped out of it and cleared her throat with somewhat of an innocent expression over her features (or at least, she was trying to make it look that way). “always have been,” gem chuckled, reaching the cupboard above the oven to grab cooking spray. “i hope waffles are okay? i have some fruit in the fridge, and i was also debating between bacon or hash browns.”

after the short kiss, gala leaned against the counter, her hip pressing lightly against it as she looked at the girl in front of her. maybe she was too conceited, but to her it was clear where gemma’s eyes were, and it was everywhere but on her own. at least for a few seconds. she didn’t feel bothered by it though, on the contrary. gala took certain pride in it. partly why she wasn’t ashamed to be walking around in just her shirt. it was almost as if she’d done it on purpose, just so the other would stare or something in the like. in her head, maybe things like this would want gemma want her more. maybe it’d help her realize she was better than any other girl gem had been with, as if that needed to be proven. that look the shorter girl was giving her was now having gala melting. she loved how she managed to pull it out, an innocent and convincing enough look. especially when just a few hours ago she was being anything but innocent. she didn’t act on it though, as much as she wanted to scoop her up in her arms or something, gala was also getting quite hungry. “hmm, not so sure about always.”

“like a tennis game. sure, that’s a pretty accurate comparison.” gemma responded with a laugh. although, once gala joked about her height she was no longer laughing. “you know very well that we are not the same height. or like the same height. i still have like…a solid few more years that i’ll still be taller than him.”

“Mm, but if I visit ya in London, ya have’ta come back an’ visit me fer Thanksgivin’. One ‘er the other, but we’ve got’ta share some holiday with one another,” he told her, hopeful. “Bloody brilliant. Let’s go. M’treat.”

“Those mischievous little beings… they could have fooled me.”

10/10 accurate af, thanks.