❝ ISN'T IT TRAGIC? ❞
In which Gemma Moretti, a hard-working bounty hunter, clashes with Los Angeles' most hot-blooded defense attorney.
[LUCIFER PRE-SEASON 1]
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THE RELENTLESS HEAT WAVE OUTSIDE wasn't the only reason Gemma didn't sleep well the next night. Her mind kept circling back to Charlotte and how close she had been – how Gemma had been embraced by her perfume, how their fingers had grazed each other, how Charlotte's warm breath had tickled her lips. They had been seconds away from colliding and that realization had Gemma feeling torn. On one hand, she was grateful that no mistakes had been made, but on the other, there was an innate curiosity within her that was starting to burn brighter, the flames stoked by every second she spent thinking back to Charlotte's long eyelashes and the way she had looked at Gemma last night. She couldn't believe she was even considering it, but as she made her way to work the next day, she reluctantly admitted to herself that if Charlotte had, indeed, kissed her, then maybe she wouldn't have pulled away.
Sadly, she couldn't dodge the memory, because as soon as she walked into Richards & Wheeler and made her way to the breakroom for the cup of coffee that she hadn't had time for at home, she found Santiago. Any other day, the sight of him would have filled her with joy, but today, after he had interrupted her and Charlotte so unexpectedly, she knew she was in for a ride. And accordingly, once she stepped into the room and Santiago spotted her, he was gasping and lowering his own coffee mug onto the table in front of the leather couch she sank onto.
"You already know what I'm gonna ask. What was that with you and-", he began, but violently shushing him, Gemma brought up both of her hands to paw at his mouth and render him silent.
"Seriously, Santiago? Wanna shout it from the rooftop next?" she glared at him, and lifting his hands in his own defense, the man nodded to admit he was being too loud. Gently, he took hold of Gemma's fingers and squeezed them in a reassuring manner, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of curiosity and kindness.
"Alright, I apologize. But come on, tell me. Since when did you and Richards get so... chummy?" he inquired, keeping his voice down, which Gemma appreciated. Looking away from him and down into the swirling coffee in her cup, she shrugged – and it wasn't an attempt to avoid the question, it was an honest response. She didn't know when the air between them had shifted, she didn't know when she had begun to feel for the woman, and she certainly didn't know when she had led Charlotte into thinking kissing her might be a good idea.
"I have no idea. I-I didn't even know I might... you know, be open to that. It's not like I haven't kissed women before but I never thought I'd feel that way about her. Not-not that I do. I don't know. It's weird", she rambled, lost on what to say and how to alleviate her own anxiety about the matter. She was secure in her sexuality, and she had no issue with the thought of being with a woman. It was the fact that it was Charlotte. There was still so much unresolved between them, so much about her that Gemma couldn't accept, and yet she found herself thinking about the woman nonstop.
