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Getting There Ch. 01

By: drowsywithdelight



Gemma fumbled with the bunch of keys in the darkness. Eventually she found the right one, and let herself in. She shuffled over to the open-plan kitchen, opened the freezer and took out some Ben and Jerry's Chocolate Fudge Brownie ice cream. The cure for everything. She grabbed a spoon and shovelled some into her mouth as she pulled out a glass and headed over to the bar in the living room, pouring herself the strongest liquor she could find. As the liquid seared down her throat she brought the bottle with her back to the kitchen, where she sat on the floor and had an impromptu picnic at three in the morning. Once the alcohol had set in she found the tears rolling down her face as she came to terms with the end of her six month relationship. 

Ryan shut off the shower and heard his front door slam shut. He looked at the time and decided to ignore it, putting it down to exhaustion. He pulled on his pyjamas and a plain black T-shirt and sunk into his double bed. He reached for the remote for his big screen TV, one of his many presents to himself after closing a multi-million pound deal for the website he had started straight out of university. He was mindlessly flicking through channels when he heard more noises coming from his kitchen. He jumped out of bed and down the stairs, his eyes adjusting to the darkness. He turned the corner and stopped in his tracks.

For a second he stood watching her in silence. She looked like she'd been crying, and her usually immaculate brown hair looked slightly disheveled. She was sitting on his kitchen floor in a tight black dress along with the five inch heels, drinking his vodka and eating his ice cream. He observed this exotic, olive-skinned creature and, just as he was about to say something, she looked up at him with her big green eyes. 

"We broke up" she sighed, pouring herself another drink. 

"I thought that was what you wanted, Gem..." Ryan responded, sitting on the floor with her. 

"He didn't even fight for me, he just said that he understood where I was coming from!" She began on a drunken rant. Ryan sat there and listened for about half an hour while she rattled off reasons she hated James, her now ex-boyfriend. She stood up and felt a little unsteady on her feet, no surprise given the heels she was wearing, and attempted to pace up and down the living room. Soon, she curled up on the hardwood floor and fell asleep. 

Ryan threw the empty ice cream tub away, washed the glass and spoon and then made his way over to Gemma. He scooped her up in his arms and carried her to his bed. 

Gemma wasn't sure what woke her up- the steady throb of her headache or the dress that was squeezing the life out her. Sunlight flooded the room and she rolled over to face the other way. She tossed and turned for a moment but didn't want to disturb Ryan who was still asleep on the other side of the bed. She slipped out of bed and into the bathroom, almost tripping over the heels she had been wearing the night before. As she looked at her reflection she laughed, and then cursed herself for getting so upset over a guy who just wasn't worth it. Then she found a way to get out of her dress, and stood there examining herself in the mirror. Gemma was slim and petite, one of those women who was so effortlessly comfortable in her skin that nobody could help but be taken in by her grace and confidence. Her hands slid over her flat stomach, and down to the black thong, which she quickly stepped out of. Her hands reached back as she unclasped her bra and let it fall to the floor, unleashing her perfect round breasts. She searched the cabinets under the his and her sinks and found an unopened toothbrush. She brushed her teeth, jumped into the shower and washed all her troubles away. She smiled contentedly at the bathroom she was standing in. Ryan's house had been the first project she'd undertaken as an interior designer, and it had taken her a year to plan every single detail of it. It had been hard work but well worth it, after all, they had been best friends since the tender age of thirteen. 

After slipping into Ryan's favourite old T-shirts, which hit her mid-thigh and was therefore, she reasoned, decent, she began cooking breakfast. The smell of a fry up reached the bedroom door, which she'd left slightly open and Ryan woke up with a big smile on his face. Saturday mornings had always been the highlight of his week. He and Gemma would meet for breakfast to discuss antics from the night before and plans for the evening ahead, and then go for a run or hit his gym at home. 

"I thought I'd bring you breakfast in bed, to say sorry for being such a mess last night..." Gemma said when she heard him walk in. 

Ryan swallowed hard noticing the way she never really 'said' anything; she purred it. Noticing how incredible her body looked covered only by the thin layer of white material. It never ceased to him how someone so slim could have such a womanly figure. He shook his head at himself. It was first thing in the morning, and his cock was in control of his brain. 

"Don't mention it. Do I have time for a quick shower?" Ryan asked, hoping she hadn't noticed the growing erection tucked away in his pyjamas. 

"Your house, your rules" she teased as he ran up the stairs.

By the time he came down fully dressed, she'd prepared fried eggs, bacon, sausages, toast and baked beans. Ryan threw the towel over the back of the bar stool next to him, as they sat at the island in the kitchen. "You know, it's not good for the wood if you leave a wet towel on it all day." She said, picking it up and throwing it at him. 

"What happened to my house, my rules?" 

They laughed as they ate breakfast in a comfortable silence. Ryan cautiously asked how she was doing, and she smiled back at him and told him she felt surprisingly good. And she did. James hadn't been right for her, he was too serious. He barely had time for himself let alone for her, and things had grown dull. 

"Let's get everyone together and go out for a drink or five tonight. You can bring that girl from the conference! We're dying to meet the little slut!" Gemma grabbed her blackberry and sent a message with the time and place to the group saved as "THE USUAL SUSPECTS" in her phonebook. 

Ryan's blackberry started flashing with the message and Gemma passed it to him, "Call her. Come on."

Moments later he was on the phone to her. "Rose... hey. Fine thanks and you? Oh, good... Not really, no. I was actually calling to ask if you were free to maybe go for a drink tonight?" 

"Well??" Gemma mouthed at him. He rolled his eyes in response.

"It's not like that at all...I didn't mean to treat you like a cheap date. Yes, of course I'll buy you dinner. No, I'm not trying to keep this casual. Well, if you'd let me explain you'd know I wanted to introduce you to my friends tonight over drinks... that's right."

Gemma was starting to understand what Ryan had meant by Rose being high maintenance. She rolled her eyes back and mimed for him to hang up.

"You know what Rose, on second thoughts, don't bother coming for drinks. No, not for dinner either. Yes, that's exactly what I mean. Have a good weekend." He disconnected the call. 

"Oops." 

They both erupted in laughter.

Getting There Ch. 02



The black BMW pulled into the driveway of the old mansion block where Gemma had grown up. She turned to face Ryan as the doorman, Paul, rushed over to help her out of the car. "Thanks for the lift, I really didn't fancy making my way home in those heels." He looked at her, sitting in the passenger seat wearing nothing but his T-shirt, her feet as bare as her tanned legs. "And stop grinning like an idiot. I know I'm an embarrassment." With that, she swiftly stepped out of the car and into the lift that was waiting for her. "Thanks Paul!" She chirped. 

Gemma's father had sold their penthouse flat some years ago, and as soon as she could afford to, she'd bought a third floor, two bedroom place in the same building. Something about the old fashioned carpets in the foyer downstairs, and the way the doormen would smile knowingly when she returned from a night of debauchery, just felt like home. As she reached her floor the lift came to a stop. "5...4...3...2...1..." she held her breath. The doors opened after the predictable delay and she reached for the keys to her flat. 

Ryan groaned as he watched Gemma's hips sashay as she made her way to the lift. It seemed like he couldn't stop thinking about her these days, whenever she left a room he sighed with disappointment, and every time she touched him he felt a sense of completion. Of course, the fact that they'd been inseparable for as long as he could remember did complicate things. His mind wandered back to the summer after they finished school. They'd spent the best part of three months traveling with their best friends. The five of them had the most wonderful time. And even just thinking back to the night before Gemma left for Bath filled Ryan with regret. 

...

"Okay. I'm packed." Gemma said, collapsing on the foot of her bed while Ryan lay next to her.

"I can't believe summer is over."

"It isn't for you." Gemma rolled onto her side, facing him. 

"The next few weeks won't be the same without you here." Ryan started to realise just how different life would be without seeing his best friends everyday. Although, the twenty minute distance between Bath and Bristol would mean they wouldn't be apart for too long. 

"Shit. I forgot to pack photos!" She jumped off the bed and scrambled around the rubble of her room in search of something. Ryan knew all too well that she was trying to distract herself from the lump in her throat. 

"Where are they?"

"In that damn memory box of mine" she snapped back at him.

"You mean the one you've kept under your bed for the last five years?" He smiled at her, getting on his knees and reaching out blindly for the old designer shoebox she'd taken from her mother after a Harrods sale. 

Gemma laughed at her foolishness. "Yeah, that one."

Ryan opened the box which was bursting with photos and letters, some of which spilled out. Gemma squealed with delight as she stumbled across a multitude of memories. Ryan noticed an envelope that must have fallen on the floor. Across the front Gemma had written Christmas present for Will. "What's this?" Ryan asked, showing Gemma the envelope. It took a lot to make her blush, owing to both her strong self-esteem and her tanned complexion, but there was no way she could disguise the prickle of heat at the back of her neck that turned her cheeks rose. 

She gritted her teeth and said "Give. That. Back."

"Give that back, please..." Ryan teased.

"Please Ryan, give that back."

What had started off as harmless curiosity was now transformed into a desperate need to know what was in that envelope. They had no secrets, of that Ryan was sure. There was nothing she hadn't told him. So why was she being so possessive? 

"Or what?" He maintained eye contact with her while his fingers pulled the envelope open. Gemma ran after him and he dodged her, sliding under the bed and out the other side. "Now that was cool, admit it." he laughed.

She smiled and said "You are such a loser." 

With that he jumped on top of her bed and she dove at his ankles, causing him to land on his back, still clutching the envelope tightly. 

"Please." She said breathlessly.

"Fine." he conceded, holding the envelope out for her. She climbed on top of him, straddling him, and grabbed the envelope. "Not so fast." He picked her up and threw her off his lap, running to the bathroom where he tore the envelope open.

Ryan put down the contents of the envelope and went to splash his face with water. He looked down at the bulge in his pants and knew there was no way he could leave the bathroom in his current state. He pulled his shorts and boxers off and gripped his erection tightly, jerking off to the pictures he had discovered. Images of Gemma's naked form flashed through his mind with every stroke of his shaft. By then, he heard Gemma pounding on the door. "I TOLD YOU TO GIVE THAT BACK." 

Seconds later Ryan opened the door, beaming. He handed the envelope back to Gemma. "Next time you need a photographer just let me know." 

Gemma felt her mortification disappear, only to be replaced by relief. She shouldn't have left those pictures lying around, anyone could have found them! 

Thank god it was just Ryan.

...

There was a tap on the window. Ryan realised he was still parked outside the front of the building, "Would you like me to park your car in one of the visitor bays, sir?" Paul politely asked through the lowered window. 

"Actually, I was just leaving." 

Gemma sunk her toes into the plush carpet in her bedroom. She thought for a moment what project she could throw herself into. It had been her routine for years, every time she broke up with a boyfriend she delved into her work. Business was good at the moment, it seemed like some people were recession-proof and there was no shortage of millionaires in need of someone to makeover their homes. In fact, the very idea of hiring an interior designer seemed odd to Gemma. She had always maintained that in order to truly be at home in your own home it had to reflect your personality. Of course, it was this very approach that made her a hot favourite with the housewives she encountered. As a result, a crucial part of her technique was the fancy dinner she was treated to by her clients, in order for her to gain a deeper understanding of their lives. It was over these dinners that she usually won the husbands over with her dazzling smile and sharp wit. 

Gemma decided to call her best friend, Rachel, first. Following a deep post-mortem examination of yet another failed relationship, Gemma packed all of James' belongings into a black bin bag without hesitation. She used the intercom by her front door to contact the Porter's Lodge and ask Paul if he could arrange to have the bag taken down. She fired off a text to James telling him to collect his stuff from her building. She went into the little office she created out of the second bedroom in her flat and started planning the Thompson's new nursery.

At around seven thirty Ryan looked up from his computer. He'd been lost in a chain of emails that had left him frustrated- his intention was just to return a few messages and exchange pleasantries with a few people he'd met at the CyberEntrepreneur Forum a few weeks earlier, but instead he was hit with an avalanche of requests for his services as a consultant. He rushed in for a shower and pulled on a pair of jeans and a striped shirt, sprayed some cologne and head out to the bar just off Regent's Street. At the same time, Gemma was deciding what to wear to announce her return to the singles scene.

At the corner of the bar, right at the back, away from the roar of the speakers but with a direct line of sight to the bar, Ryan could see his friends. The group consisted of his best mates from his school days and their respective spouses. Sam and Phoebe had started going out at university, and he'd been the Best Man at their wedding, Phoebe had fit seamlessly into the tight-knit friendship circle. Then there was Rachel, who craved drama. She was chronically single as a result, but had decided to embrace it. Chris, on the other hand was very unhappily married. His wife Joanna hadn't quite taken to the idea that her husband counted two very single women amongst his best friends. She'd come along to the bar in order to chaperone, and judging from the stern look on her face, she wasn't happy about it. 

When Ryan approached the table he called over to the bar manager to get the first round. "No date?" Rachel asked, probingly, by way of greeting him. 

"No date." Ryan responded, to which Sam and Chris chuckled and the friends slipped into easy conversation. "I take it Gemma hasn't shown up yet?" Ryan said, scanning the room. 

Phoebe exchanged looks with her husband, who smiled as he reached for his phone. "Get your fat ugly arse over here, missy" he typed into his phone, a moment later the response came "I can't get it through the door." Joanna, who was watching this exchange, rolled her eyes. How her husband could associate with people of such immaturity was beyond her.

Just then, a svelte brunette in a red dress glided her way through the crowded bar towards their table. "Wow." Rachel smiled, happy to see her partner in crime looking like she was ready for business once more. "Aren't you looking ravishing tonight!"

Gemma smiled coyly, "Thanks, babe. I love your dress! New?" Gemma slid into the seat between Phoebe and Rachel just as the first round of drinks landed on the table.

A few rounds later and the bar was really buzzing. Sam and Phoebe were in their own little loved-up world and finally, at the instance of all the others, returned to their love nest. Joanna used this as an excuse to drag Chris home leaving the three singletons at the chic nightspot. 

"I'll get the next round" Gemma said, strutting up to the bar. She leaned over it and whispered her order of six tequila shots to the bartender. She could tell from his physique that beneath that black T-shirt she would probably find a body worth worshipping. She made a mental note that he was a potential candidate for a rebound fling. He poured the drinks while complimenting her and she bit her lip seductively. A man standing a couple of feet away sidled up to her and put his hand around waist, his breath heavy with alcohol. She turned to face the stranger and glared and him, insisting he back off and then asked the bartender to give him some water to sober him up. With that, she picked up the tray of shots and headed back to the table.

Ryan had watched as the eyes of all the men in the room followed Gemma as she placed her order. It was as if the focus of the entire place shifted to drink in her curves. Gemma returned to her seat and noticed that Rachel was deep in conversation with a city slicker. She rolled her eyes at Ryan and mouthed "another suit?!" They decided to split the drinks between the two of them, as Rachel's lips were now locked with the handsome stranger's. After their second shot Gemma noticed a rather pretty blonde girl propping herself up at the bar, who kept looking over at Ryan. 

"I think you've got an admirer!" she told him discretely, pointing out the blonde girl in the black dress. Ryan's eyes fleetingly glanced at the blonde. Ordinarily, he'd make a suitably boyish comment about bedding her. But he wasn't in the mood. He reached for the last of the wasabi peanuts and dismissed the idea without a second glance. Meanwhile, Rachel announced her departure, her latest conquest looking extremely pleased with himself as she led him away.

Just then, the bartender placed a drink in front of Gemma, "this one is on me, sorry about that creep." Ryan's pulse quickened. Gemma took out a credit card out of her impossibly small handbag, "that's very kind but completely unnecessary, here, let me pay." The bartender insisted, and stayed while she sipped it, offering to get her another. She declined. He then offered to take her home with him after his shift ended in an hour. Ryan's pulse quickened. He knew it was more than just his protective instincts kicking in, and he felt sick. Gemma looked at Ryan's face, she thought she saw him pale a little. She, too, was quite taken aback by his forwardness. "Maybe another time, I've got a busy week coming up." 

The colour returned to Ryan's face as the bartender walked away, dejected. "Are you okay, darling?" Gemma asked, taking Ryan's hand in hers, and looking at his expression searchingly. She leaned over the table and placed a hand on his forehead. "You haven't got a temperature or anything, have you?" 

He took her hand in his and stroked it looking into her eyes. Gemma saw an intensity in the look that she didn't recognise. She suddenly became acutely aware of how blue his eyes were. 

She wanted to say something, but she was scared to break the silence.

...

Tears rolled down Gemma's cheeks as she stood in the church. She looked into the crowd at the faces of all the people gathered to witness the beautiful wedding. She looked across to see Ryan. He looked so composed, even though the night before the wedding he'd revealed to her that he was scared things would never be the same again. He felt someone staring at him and caught her eye. He winked, and she felt calm again. 

She thought nothing of it.

Then, Sam and Phoebe were pronounced man and wife. 

...

"I'm fine, Gem. Just tired. A random stranger broke into my house last night and drank my alcohol and ate my food." He teased.

Gemma smiled weakly. Ryan's eyes now had that playful look she was used to, and he stood up. They both knocked back their last shots and decided to call it a night. Ryan laughed as the men in the room glared at him leaving with Gemma. She was totally oblivious to her effect on the average red-blooded male, somehow she managed to balance a sort of naivety with her self confidence, and it was that combination which made her so special. Ryan stole a glance at her in her simple red dress. The fabric draped over her curves in a sort of classic, old hollywood way and her long brown hair swayed with every step she took. 

Ryan hailed a taxi and the whole journey back they were making jokes about Rachel's outrageous habit of seducing men who could afford her expensive handbag addiction. The night porter held the door open for Gemma when the taxi pulled up outside, and she gave Ryan a quick peck on the cheek. She gracefully stepped into the foyer. As the taxi continued on to his house, Ryan let out a deep sigh. He scolded himself for missing another opportunity to tell Gemma how he felt.



Getting There Ch. 03



Gemma sat in the bathtub, her hands idly caressing her nipples underwater as she was deep in thought. She closed her eyes and tried to empty her mind. The water had turned tepid and she decided it was time to let the water drain. Then she thought about Ryan. In the privacy of her own home, she remembered that long, lingering look they had shared. The feeling of his hand stroking hers. She turned the water back on as she placed her feet either side of the stream of warm water. She let the water cascade over her clitoris, as her fingertips deftly pinched and pulled at her nipples. She could feel the pleasure build up within her, and didn't want it to end so soon. She reluctantly got out of the bath and onto her knees searching one of her bathroom cabinets for the glass dildo she'd hidden away when things had become more serious with James. Not that Gemma was short of men who were willing to give her the real thing during her intermittent bouts of singledom. But sometimes it was just easier to get straightforward, uncomplicated satisfaction whenever she wanted it. She felt the cool glass and smiled instinctively. She resumed her position in the bath, this time slowly sliding the dildo in and out of herself. Then, when she felt she was on the brink of an orgasm, she moved it faster and faster, harder and deeper, until her legs grew weak and her body thrashed around in the water as she rode the wave of pleasure that washed over her. Slipping in between her sheets a short while later, Gemma had a moment of realisation. There was nothing straightforward or uncomplicated about what she'd just done. When she drifted off to sleep that night, all she could think about was Ryan.

Morning came, and Ryan was lacing his trainers before going for a run. The sun was shining and he wanted to take advantage of it. He turned the volume up on his iPod and left his phone on the kitchen counter. After stretching outside his front door, he headed towards Regent's Park. Gemma, on the other hand was just waking up. She reached for her phone and, after a brief internal debate, texted Ryan. "What's cooking, good looking?" She cringed. "Really?" She thought to herself. Sitting up in bed she tried to comprehend what had happened last night. She reasoned that it was, in essence, the equivalent of having a sex dream about someone inappropriate. Except, she had been awake. And she had wanted it. She just hadn't expected it.

"You have to be joking." Rachel laughed, as she stubbed out her cigarette. The two friends were sitting out on Gemma's balcony, enjoying the sun. 

"I'm not! I really did THAT thinking about HIM!" Gemma insisted incredulously.

"Well, yeah. I believe 'THAT.' What I don't believe is that you weren't expecting it! Come on, Gemma."

Gemma reflected over a few sips of green tea. She wondered what Ryan was doing, and looked over at her phone. It had been an hour since she'd sent him that message and he hadn't replied. 

"So back to my night..." Rachel continued. Gemma welcomed the distraction, and she was in fits of laughter as her friend recounted her drunken encounter with the man from the bar. 

...

The doorbell rang. Joanna switched off her hairdryer and waited. It rang again. She rolled her eyes and exhaled. Then, she marched into the front room and folded her arms. "Are you fucking deaf?"

Chris' eyes never left the screen. "What's that?" 

"I said, are you fucking deaf?"

Chris mumbled something under his breath and waved her away. 

"Because I was drying my hair in the other room and I could still hear the doorbell."

Chris started clapping. A slow, ironic clap. His eyes remained fixed to the screen.

Joanna opened the door.

"Is this a bad time?" Ryan asked. He had, of course, heard the argument from outside the couple's small townhouse. Joanna returned to her room without greeting him, making a point to slam the bedroom door shut.

Chris turned the TV off and turned to Ryan. "Sorry about that, mate." The two men went to the kitchen and made a show of looking through the fridge for something to drink. They both knew they'd end up having a beer, regardless of the time. Just as they were sitting down, Joanna walked in. She looked at them disapprovingly before announcing she was heading out. "She's still in a mood about me wanting to go out last night." Chris offered by way of explanation. Ryan pretended he understood, but Chris knew he didn't. 

After a glorious afternoon spent watching the football, Ryan got up to leave. When he got home he switched on the radio and kicked off his shoes, mentally thanking Gemma for installing a whole-home audio system during the renovation. After a long shower, he sat at his desk for the rest of the evening, until he felt he'd earned dinner. His phone was flashing on the counter where he'd left it that morning, and he saw the text from Gemma. The thing about Gemma was that her allure was natural. Every fibre of her being was seductive, from the way she spoke to the way she moved. Ryan could just sense the self-deprecating tone of the message. "I was thinking I'd cook Domino's, actually..." 

Ever a creature of habit, Ryan reached for the landline to order his Sunday night pizza. While he was on hold his phone buzzed, "Want company?" His heart raced. 

"Mmhmm" he responded. After placing an order for two, he quickly rushed around the house, tidying the place up. 

Gemma read back over the messages she'd interchanged with Ryan. It had taken him hours to respond to her, and then she'd replied within seconds. Did she usually reply that fast? Gemma suddenly couldn't remember how she would have acted just a day earlier. Did she usually invite herself over late in the evening like that? She mused over Ryan's lukewarm response. She wondered how he'd meant it. Then she looked at the jeans she was wearing and wondered what she should wear.

As she stood on his doorstep, Gemma rearranged her clothes and fiddled with her hair. She'd decided to go for a more casual look, so as not to give herself away. She felt vulnerable. She knocked on the door lightly and Ryan opened it almost immediately. His eyes wandered up her body, from the sandals on her perfectly pedicured feet, to the black leggings that were like a second skin, to the long top that was low enough for him to catch a glimpse of her cleavage and the peach lace bra that cupped her breasts. And then to the smile on her face, which was free of make up, and her thick, dark hair. Gemma didn't notice Ryan caressing her body with his eyes. She sat on the sofa while they made small talk, and Ryan poured their drinks. When the doorbell rang she was thankful for the interruption. She had never felt so uncomfortable with him before. She was clinging on to his every word, and feeling so self-conscious about her laugh. She made herself another, stronger drink and then settled back down on the sofa, with Ryan on the floor opposite her. 

Once they'd eaten Gemma was herself once more. Ryan was recounting Chris and Joanna's latest fight while Gemma tried her best to imitate Joanna's whiney voice. Ryan was in stitches of laughter and Gemma was revelling in his attention. She was beaming and Ryan smiled to see her so happy. It was only a few days earlier that she'd been crying on the very floor he was sitting on. As the night wore on, they flitted between light-hearted chatter and more profound conversations, until Ryan suggested a movie. He let Gemma choose a DVD from his extensive collection. She grinned knowing how much he hated letting a girl choose what film to watch. Ryan was comforted by the knowledge that her taste in movies was rather incongruous with her obvious femininity. She liked her movies to have a bit of an edge; some grit. He was relieved that he wouldn't have to endure a romantic comedy. 

"So, what are we watching?" Ryan asked, staring at Gemma on her knees in front of the DVD player.

"Love Actually." Gemma deadpanned.

"It's June." 

"So?"

Ryan's face dropped. It was only when he saw Clint Eastwood's snarl on the screen that he commented. "Gran Torino. Very nice choice."

Gemma nodded in agreement as he patted the seat next to him on the dark brown sofa. She had tried her best to choose as unromantic a movie as possible. She closed her eyes as she sank into the buttery leather, her head on Ryan's lap as she lay on her side, facing the television. This was nothing new. Ryan reflected back to one weekend when they were fifteen when Gemma had first curled up with her head on his lap and fallen asleep after a party. This time felt different, though, and Ryan lamented the fact that his friendship with Gemma could be destroyed if he revealed how he was feeling. Instead, he sought comfort in playing with her hair as he sat vacantly staring at the screen.

Gemma's eyes closed as she concentrated on Ryan's fingers tangled in her hair. She floated in a state of sleepy satisfaction, and Ryan noticed her breathing growing deeper as she dozed off. He didn't know if it was a good thing that she was so comfortable in his presence, whether that meant he was so deeply fixed into the dreaded 'friend zone' that he couldn't move out of it. He reached for the remote and switched the movie off. Carrying her up to his bed for the second time that weekend, Ryan decided that enough was enough. This would be the week.

...

He placed her on his bed and covered her with the sheet, slipping into it himself wearing just his boxers. He rolled onto his side at the very edge of the mattress, not trusting himself with being so close to her. With his back turned Gemma's eyes flickered open. She licked her lips and stared at his back, noticing his muscles for the first time. She had been impressed by how strong his arms were as he had carried her as though she had weighed nothing. She felt the urge to reach out and touch him. Closing her eyes she rolled closer to him, letting her toes brush against his leg. Ryan's eyes shot open. He jerked his leg away reflexively. Gemma waited nervously. She felt Ryan's leg return to its place, almost searching for her foot. She smiled as their skin made contact again. Without thinking, Gemma slid her foot up and down his leg. Ryan rolled over to face her and Gemma squeezed her eyes shut, hoping he would think she was asleep. She heard his soft laugh.

"Oops." she whispered.

Ryan looked into her sleepy eyes and told her to get some sleep. She waited for him to turn over again. He didn't. She felt more awake now. In her mind they were playing a game, and if she was the first to look away then she'd lose. Ryan saw Gemma's expression change. She was challenging him. Ryan's cock stirred in his boxers when she arched an eyebrow at him. His eyes dropped to her lips, half open and pouty, and longed to kiss them. His tongue darted out and over his lips and his expression changed, too. Gemma was still looking into his eyes and noticed the hunger in them. She felt her thong grow damp with anticipation. Ryan looked into her eyes again, a gentle, tender look. 

"Goodnight, Gem." He breathed, rolling over. 

...

The next morning Ryan awoke when he heard the faint sound of his phone alarm. He showered and got dressed for his breakfast meeting. Before leaving, he sat on Gemma's side of the bed and brushed the hair away from her face, kissing her forehead softly. An hour or so later, Gemma woke up and decided it was time to go home. She was disappointed to find an empty bed and even more disappointed that there was no note. She had a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. She had overstepped a line. She ran down the stairs, grabbed her handbag and sandals and dashed out. She rummaged through the bag to find her set of keys and locked his front door.

She had a client dinner that evening with the Thompsons. She was designing their nursery as Mrs. Thompson was expecting twins in just under three months. When she got home she got straight to work, organising two identical folders filled with paint swatches, potential plans for the room, and of course the top of the line furnishings. Once she felt prepared she dressed for the occasion and asked Paul to fetch a taxi for her. 

The dinner was a success and the couple were delighted with the plans. They toasted with Dom Perignon (and sparkling water for Mrs. Thompson) and Gemma was genuinely pleased. She watched the couple interact, the way they were so in sync, the way they knew when to take the lead and when to drop back. As the conversation turned to idle small talk, Gemma found herself wistfully thinking about Ryan. 

The next morning Gemma was furious. She couldn't remember a day in the past year where she hadn't heard from Ryan. And after the moment they'd shared in his bed, the least he could do was call, surely. She rang Phoebe to take her mind off things, and surprised herself when she didn't mention staying the night at his house. Phoebe told her she was throwing a dinner on Friday night in order to celebrate Sam's big promotion to partner at his law firm, and asked Gemma if she thought she'd be bringing a guest. Gemma declared she would be, although she didn't actually have anyone in mind. Phoebe hid her surprise and when Gemma hung up she knew she was playing a dangerous game.

Ryan paced around his house, phone in hand. He'd waited all day for Gemma to text him. She always did, the second she woke up. He remembered that she'd had an important dinner last night and wondered if it had gone well. He was about to call her when his phone rang, and Phoebe was on the other end. "Ryan, babe, just calling to invite you to dinner this Friday."

"Sounds great, what's the occasion?"

"Sam's being made partner! The announcement should be made this Thursday! It'll be quite a big party, so I just wanted to have an idea of numbers."

"Congratulations! I'll definitely be there."

"And will you be bringing a guest, too?" Phoebe inquired.

"Don't tell me Rachel's bringing that prick from the other night!" Ryan laughed.

"Oh, I don't know about that. But Gemma's bringing someone. I didn't realise she was seeing someone already!"

Ryan made an excuse and hung up.

....

Gemma was at Rachel's flat, it was only ten in the evening but they'd were already a little buzzed. Gemma was ready for a big night out and Rachel was delighted. The pair looked great and they knew it. As soon as they walked into Chinawhite, Gemma was whisked away by a tall, blonde Russian. He took an instant shining to her and she decided that she liked him, too. Hours passed as they danced and grinded together on the dance floor, his lips kissing her neck as she pressed herself against him. Try as she might to let go, she started to find his cologne offensive and every time he whispered in her ear she was reminded that he wasn't Ryan. She was sure that was nothing another few drinks wouldn't fix. 

...

"Ugh." Gemma rolled out of bed, relieved to have woken up alone. Her mouth was dry. The last thing she needed was a hangover. Today was the first day of the nursery renovation and she needed to be chez Thompson, and on top form, in less than an hour. When she arrived, the painters were already there, and the room was prepped and ready to be made-over. Gemma smiled feebly and pushed the sunglasses to the top of her head. She rolled up her sleeves and told everyone the plan for the day.

Ryan was still in a foul mood, having convinced himself Gemma was knee deep in some passionate, whirlwind love affair. He went into the City to meet with a high-powered executive who wanted some guidance about a change of image for his company, some advice on how to make it young and exciting in this, the age of Social Media. Ryan grimaced. The man was overdramatic and narcissistic and Ryan couldn't wait for the meeting to end. When it did, he walked into Pret A Manger to grab a quick lunch. Still feeling sorry for himself, he was oblivious to the woman sitting alone at a nearby table. And, like a scene from a bad movie, he looked up, tray in hand, and saw Rose. "Fuck. My. Life" he said, making no attempt to hide his feelings. 

Rose looked at him and muttered. "Charming" she thought to herself.

Not knowing what possessed him, he placed his tray down on her table and they ate together in silence. Considering they'd slept together a few times, they knew very little about each other. They'd met at a conference, flirted a little and Rose had offered herself to Ryan without hesitation. The only thing Ryan knew for sure was that Rose was extremely needy. She looked smug when Ryan had finished his meal and she waited for him to speak. Ryan scribbled down his address, as Rose had never been to his place, and told her to meet him there at 7:30 on Friday. "And look your best."

...



Getting There Ch. 04



The sound of lounge music filled the air, accompanied by the deep murmur of voices, and the occasional boom of laughter. Sam's promotion party was well under way, and the wine was flowing. Phoebe was running around doing her best to fulfill all her duties as hostess, meanwhile Gemma was basking in the attention of all Sam's single lawyer friends. And a few of the married ones. She looked stunning in a fuschia dress that framed her body perfectly it was fitted around her waist and then opened out into a full skirt. Her hair was straightened and she was wearing it over one shoulder. As she spoke, she was twirling her hair around a perfectly manicured fingertip. 

At the other end of the room, Sam was telling some of his other colleagues and friends and their respective spouses about how he got his first job, a story that Phoebe had heard a million times before. She looked over at her husband, brimming with pride. He'd really earned this promotion. She went over to speak with Rachel and Chris, who was flying solo tonight.

Gemma distractedly looked around the room. She hated herself for doing so, but she wanted to see Ryan. They hadn't spoken all week and she missed him terribly. She hoped that they could have a serious conversation about what was happening between them so that they didn't put their friendship in jeopardy. She'd planned what she was going to say and she wanted some space to go over her rehearsed speech. She gestured towards the empty glasses held by the men around her, and excused herself under the pretense of getting more wine. Phoebe and Rachel swiftly followed Gemma into the kitchen, and the three ladies prepared some more canapes to replenish the platters that Phoebe had prepared earlier. As they rejoined the party, they could hear Ryan's voice echoing through the house. 

"There's the man of the moment! Get over here, Sammy boy." Ryan called across the room. They shared a hug and then Ryan insisted on hearing how the good news had been delivered, what the new job entailed and all the other details. While Sam was midway through explaining, they were interrupted by the sound of someone clearing their throat.

A slender, willowy woman in a black dress stood there with her hands on her boyish hips.

"Aren't you going to introduce me?"

...

Chris, Sam, Phoebe and Rachel watched as Rose clung desperately to Ryan's side for half an hour. Her laugh was so obnoxious that even Ryan flinched whenever she cackled at her own jokes. Her mousy brown hair was cut into a long, limp bob and while she was usually an attractive lady, she didn't look it tonight. Ryan had had half a mind to ditch her when he first saw her that evening. She was wearing red lipstick that looked harsh and mean on her thin lips. Her eye make up was a touch too heavy, and her dress was ill-fitting and did nothing to emphasise her femininity. Ryan deeply regretted bringing her along.

While Rose was narrating another sinfully boring tale, Ryan craned his neck, searching for Gemma and her mystery date. He thought he caught a glimpse of her caramel coloured skin and dark hair, surrounded by men in suits. He looked down at himself in jeans and a shirt and cursed himself for his laid-back attitude. She was clearly looking for someone more polished than he was. He scrutinised her admirers, trying to decipher their body language, trying to determine who her date was. He was disgruntled to see all these men trying to stake their territory. He grabbed Rose by the elbow and led her towards Gemma.

...

"Ryan!" Gemma called out to him as she saw him making his way to her. She jumped out of her seat and gave him a hug. She'd planned on being cool; calm and collected, but seeing him made her realise that she'd really missed him. She looked him up and down and smiled in approval. He looked great. It was refreshing to see his casual style amidst all the men in their drab suits. The men all dispersed when Gemma left their little huddle. Suddenly, Ryan's face dropped as he realised she hadn't brought a date. He wanted the world to open up and swallow him whole. Or even better, for it to take Rose. 

"Gem... hey." Ryan held her close to him. When she looked up into his eyes he felt his heart melt. 

"Can we go somewhere more quiet? I want to talk to you" Gemma struggled to remember how to begin her speech. Just then, one of Sam's rather drunk co-workers bounded towards her.

Seeing his opportunity, Ryan took Rose aside and asked her to get him another drink. She looked at the half glass of red wine in his hand and refused. Gemma had almost successfully rid herself of the man pestering her, and Ryan saw no other option. He took a step backwards so that he was jostled by the person behind him, and he watched as the contents of his glass spilled onto Rose. He shrugged apologetically.

Gemma looked flustered. "Where was I?" 

"You wanted to talk to me?" Ryan prompted, eager to know what she had to say. She seemed nervous, and for someone who naturally exuded confidence, this was rare. 

"Yeah, why didn't you call me this week? You know, after... everything..." She slid her arm into Ryan's.

"I..." Ryan began.

He saw Rose stomping towards them, and he hoped that she would exercise some restraint. He needed to have this conversation with Gemma, more than anything. She tapped her foot expectantly, unhappy that her date was ignoring her to talk to another woman.

"Don't tell me I have to introduce myself yet again. Ryan, you really are useless."

"Sorry, I don't think we've met. I'm Gemma." she spoke cautiously, unsure of what was unfolding.

"I'm Rose"

"Rose?" Gemma asked, confused.

"Yes, Rose. Ryan's girlfriend." Rose giggled. Ryan's eyebrows shot up. He was gobsmacked. His girlfriend? Hardly. He was about to offer a clarification when he saw Gemma spin around on her heels and dash for the door. He made to follow her, but by the time he got to the front door she was nowhere in sight. He looked to his side and saw Rose standing there, with a victorious smirk on her face. He was seething. 

...

The hot tears stung Gemma's eyes as she sat on the pavement a few roads away from Sam and Phoebe's house. She had left her bag in their guest bedroom and knew she'd have to go back eventually. She silently berated herself for being such an idiot. He wasn't interested in her. He had a fucking girlfriend! She tried to gather her composure, but she could still hear Rose's voice mocking her. 

"Can I sit here?" Chris asked. She smiled up at him as he passed over his wine glass. 

"What are you doing out here?" 

"I overheard what happened, thought you might want some company."

Gemma put her head on his shoulder and let the tears roll down her face. Chris wanted nothing more than to bang Gemma and Ryan's heads together and put them on the right track, but he knew as well as anyone that they needed to realise for themselves what everyone else had always known. Gemma wondered if Chris knew why she was upset. And when she gave him a questioning look he just chuckled in response.

"Maybe I should get going. Do you think you could get my bag for me?" Gemma pleaded. 

"You can't avoid him forever." Chris reasoned, instead offering his arm for her to lean on as they slowly walked back to the party.

Back inside, things were starting to wind down, and the crowd had thinned somewhat. Those who remained looked ready to call it a night. Gemma half-heartedly laughed at yet more lawyer jokes, and Ryan was relieved to see that she was back. She looked so vunerable, and suddenly he felt ashamed for playing games. He wondered whether her reaction to Rose had been good news for him, whether it meant he had a chance with her. He just needed to know.

"I'm going to help clean up here, so why don't you get a lift with one of your new friends." Ryan told Rose, thrusting her jacket into her arms as he ushered her out of the front door. "I'll call you sometime."

Soon it was just Sam, Phoebe, Ryan and Gemma. And while Gemma did her best to avoid being left alone with Ryan, she didn't want to cause a fuss. "Where did you disappear to earlier? Are you alright?" Ryan spoke gently.

"Oh, sorry. I was just..." Gemma bit her lip pensively. "...Taken aback that you didn't tell me that you and Rose were, you know, official." She hoped she had lied convincingly.

"We aren't actually together. I only brought her along because..."

Gemma listened intently as his voice trailed off, he'd bought her lie but now she could tell he was hiding something from her. "Because?" 

"She basically invited herself."

"Oh."

"What was it you wanted to tell me before she interrupted us?" Ryan asked.

"It's irrelevant now, don't worry." Gemma walked away.

Sam and Phoebe were gathering the last of the glasses from around the room and Gemma announced that she was heading home. "Thanks for tonight, guys. And congratulations again, Sammy!" She grabbed her bag and began to leave when Ryan held the door open for her. 

"Yeah, thanks guys! Top night." 

Gemma sighed. She had wanted to be as far from Ryan as possible. Though she was relieved that there was nothing serious between him and Rose, she was still upset with him. Ryan unlocked his car and held the passenger door open for her. She stood with her arms crossed. "Aren't you going to sit?"

"I was going to take a taxi." Gemma felt like a petulant child. She didn't want to give in to his charm. She need him to acknowledge the shift in their relationship.

"Well then, I'll take a taxi with you." He smiled. His boyish grin flickered across his face and Gemma conceded victory. "How was your meeting this week?"

...

The twenty minute journey passed with relatively superficial conversation. As Ryan pulled up outside Gemma's flat he once more took in the vision next to him. His eyes lingered on her legs, disappearing beneath the bright dress. He turned to her and tilted her chin up with his fingers. She took a sharp breath as she felt her body respond to his touch. He leaned in, looking at her lips, seeing how kissable they were. She closed her eyes and willed herself not to breathe. She didn't want to scare him. Seconds passed and she opened her eyes to see Ryan watching her intently. He hadn't kissed her, but he hadn't moved away. He was in limbo. The voices in Gemma's head were telling her, no, screaming at her to do something. To say something.

A hushed whisper passed her lips. "Do you want to come upstairs?" Her eyes never left his and he wordlessly shut off the engine and opened his door. He passed the car keys to the night porter who offered to park Ryan's car in the visitor's bay and then followed Gemma into the small lift. He smiled as he watched her lips move as she counted "5...4...3...2...1..." until the doors opened. It had been her ritual since childhood. 

Ryan lay on his back on the soft carpet in Gemma's bedroom. She kicked her shoes off and collapsed on her bed. She lay on her stomach, propping herself up on her elbows as she peered over the foot of the bed. The tension between them vanished and was replaced with friendly teasing.

...

"I should get going." Ryan said, pushing the hair away from Gemma's face. She pouted in response. 

"What's the point? We're having breakfast together in a few hours anyway. You might as well just stay here and we'll drive over to your place to use the gym after we've eaten." She batted her eyelids and Ryan laughed. 

"I won't argue with that. I'm fucking knackered." 

As Gemma went to get ready for bed, Ryan mulled over his new role as her sleep-over partner. Gemma sat perched on the end of the bed, moisturising her legs. She was wearing little boy shorts and a tight vest top. And no bra. Ryan's eyes widened as he noticed the outline of her nipples poking through the white cotton. He felt his cock twitch and was thankful he was already under the covers. Gemma put the moisturiser away and made sure it was all rubbed in, sliding her elegant fingers up and down her supple skin. Ryan leaned over to rub in a little patch that she'd forgotten, on her inner thigh. She closed her eyes as his strong hands stroked her. Her nipples grew harder and Ryan groaned as he observed them protruding further. Gemma's eyes flickered open and she crawled under the covers. Ryan pulled her towards him and they lay together, until they both fell asleep.

...

Ryan woke with a start. The landline was ringing and he leaned across Gemma to reach the phone, which sat on her bedside table. 

"Hello?"

"Ryan? Sorry, I meant to call Gemma. Didn't mean to wake you."

"No worries mate. Talk later."

Chris hung up. He looked at his phone and a wide grin swept over his face. "I DID CALL GEMMA!" he exclaimed to Joanna. She peered over her newspaper. 

"Do you want a medal?"

"No, you don't understand. Ryan just picked up Gemma's phone!" 

An uncharacteristic smile escaped Joanna's lips. "That is something." 

Chris kissed his wife, for what must have been the first time in weeks. Today was going to be a good day for them, and he knew better than to waste it. He sent a group message to his friends telling them to exclude him from whatever plans they made for later. Joanna put down the newspaper.

...

Gemma nestled against Ryan's chest and kissed his neck sleepily. He sighed appreciatively and stroked the small of her back. "Good morning, darling." 

Ryan kissed her forehead in response, and Gemma threw back the covers while she leapt off the bed, the sunlight that bathed her room adding to the wonderful mood she had woken up in. In her haste, she had pulled the blanket off Ryan, and was confronted by his morning erection. Her jaw dropped a little, and Ryan realised what she'd seen. "I'll take care of breakfast. And you, you can take care of that." Gemma teased.

Ryan reached for Gemma's pillow and closed his eyes as he stroked his cock. He inhaled deeply, luxuriating in her lingering perfume, before eventually moving to the shower to finish off.

...

Gemma watched Ryan bench press, while the TV blared in the background. She was doing some stretches at the end of her workout. "Babe, I'm gonna run back home now. I have an appointment to get to."

Ryan panted as he finished with the weights. "If you wait I can run back with you."

"Don't worry, I'm a big girl, I'll be okay alone. Thanks though." 

He looked at her lithe figure in her tiny running shorts and sports bra. Her abs were incredibly toned, but her curves still managed to remain soft and lady like. He was hypnotised by the sway of her hips as she left.

Gemma enjoyed her run back. There was a slight breeze which made it the perfect temperature to work out in. When she got home she felt fantastic and virtuous. She sat on the kitchen counter with a bottle of water and caught her breath. She checked her phone and saw that no one had taken the initiative to make any plans for that night. Since Chris was busy and Sam and Phoebe would no doubt want to have their own private celebration, that would leave the three singletons. She texted Rachel to ask her what she was up to, and then showered and got ready for her appointment at her favourite waxing place on South Molton Street.

...

"You're sure about this?" Rachel squealed down the phone.

"Yes, I'm sure. Do you promise to make other plans for tonight?" Chris asked her.

"OH MY GOD!" He took Rachel's excitement as confirmation and hung up when he saw Joanna had come inside from the garden.

"Darling, I promised that I'd help my mother do her shopping this afternoon." Joanna lamented, genuinely enjoying the time she was spending with her husband. 

"I can come with you, it'll be faster that way." Chris offered. Joanna kissed his cheek and told him not to bother, that she'd be back in about an hour. Once she'd left, Chris rang Ryan.

"So what's new?"

"Um.. nothing. Pub?" Ryan asked, as he buttoned up his shirt.

"Sorry, mate. Can't. So there reallllly isn't anything new?" Chris probed.

"Am I missing something?"

"Don't give me that. You picked up Gemma's phone!"

"Well, it was ringing..."

"That's not what I meant."

"What did you mean?"

Are you guys sleeping together?!" Chris was done with subtlety, and opted for the direct approach.

"Well, um. Yes."

"Yes? Just like that? Not like it's a huge deal or anything..." Chris was disappointed by how underwhelmed Ryan sounded.

"Well it's not. When I say we're sleeping together I mean we're actually sleeping together. As in, falling asleep. Together."

...

Rachel responded to Gemma's text claiming she was spending the weekend catching up on some work. "Looks like it's just you and me tonight, kiddo." 

Ryan's phone buzzed as he sat down at his desk. He was feeling bold. "Your place or mine?" 

"How about dinner out?"

"Dinner out sounds fine, I was talking about afterwards."

Gemma bit her lip. She had a good feeling about tonight. To play it coy or not? She pondered over how she should respond while she opened up her cupboard to choose what to wear. Ryan started working, frequently glancing at his phone to see how she'd respond. Twenty minutes passed.

"Yours."

...



Getting There Ch. 05



"You mean to say there are really that many choices when it comes to painting a nursery?" Ryan asked, sceptically. He and Gemma were having dinner at a little Italian restaurant in Primrose Hill, one that they had frequented only on special occasions growing up. 

"You'd be surprised! Especially when you're expecting boy-girl twins!" Gemma laughed. The waiter topped up her wine glass and she smiled appreciatively. Ryan was shaking his head. "I'm telling you! There's always the magnolias, the creams, or you know, white. But that's so boring. Then there are the gender neutral ones; pale yellows, greens, that sort of thing. But then, then there's the option of pink and blue pinstripes! Not to mention the matter of patterned wallpaper. And I've been noticing a trend of murals and themed rooms."

"Murals? It's not the bloody Sistine Chapel!" Ryan mocked.

"You know, like an under-the-sea theme, with blue walls and then one wall with little fish, seahorses, coral reef..." Gemma's voice trailed off. She could see the glint in Ryan's eye and she knew he was just teasing her. "I suppose it is a little extravagant." She conceded.

"A little extravagant? Try borderline ridiculous." He leaned back in the chair and grinned. 

"Anyway, who are you to give me a hard time? At least I have a real job." Ryan began to protest, but Gemma just held her hand up to silence him. "No, Ryan. 'Managing your money' is not a real job, and you're far too young to be speaking at seminars for the rest of your life." 

Ryan was in a daze as Gemma began suggesting he exercise his creativity in a productive manner. He didn't hear a word of what she was saying, instead his eyes focussed on her mouth. It was like he had tunnel vision and the only thing he could see was her cupid's bow, her pouty lips, the way her white teeth shone when she smiled. He was transfixed.

"You're not even listening to me!" She complained with an easy, gentle smile. That was one of the things Ryan loved about Gemma. She wasn't a nag, she cared about him and she pushed him to better himself, but her flirtatious and affectionate manner meant that she had a way of making him feel like all her ideas were actually his. 

"You're right." Ryan said, flatly.

"I know I'm right! You need to find a new project!" 

"No, I meant you're right. I wasn't listening to you." Ryan said dryly. He picked up his glass of whisky and winked at her. Gemma bit her lip as if to stifle a giggle. Ryan couldn't resist when she did that. His attention returned to her lips and he longed to kiss her, to taste her. 

"It's last orders, Sir. Would you like dessert?" The waiter asked. Gemma looked around and realised the restaurant was more or less empty. They'd spent a good three hours over dinner. She remembered how with her ex-boyfriend, James, they never had time to just enjoy each other's company. Then she looked at the man across the table from her, and she realised how much she took for granted how he always had time for her.

"Gem? Anything?" Ryan asked. Gemma declined and he asked for the bill. She swirled the last of her wine in the glass and savoured the taste as the crimson liquid slid down her throat. 

She watched the man sitting opposite her. How did they get here? Where would they go from here?

...

"Thanks for dinner, Ryan. It was lovely." Gemma said as Ryan held the door open for her. 

"Anytime."

A gust of wind interrupted what was an otherwise still, balmy summer evening. A rarity in London. Ryan let Gemma stroll ahead of him by a couple of paces, so he could admire the way she looked in the silver satin babydoll dress she was wearing. She could sense his eyes caressing her body, so she swivelled around on her heels to catch him.

By the time Ryan's eyes reached hers he knew he'd been caught in the act. She raised an eyebrow at him and he ran his fingers through his hair. "I...You..." Ryan tried to offer an explanation. 

"Yes?" Gemma teased, cocking her head to the side. 

"You know you look good." Ryan laughed. Gemma grinned back at him and he put his arm around her waist as they walked to his place.

...

"Don't tell me you still haven't picked something." Gemma had taken out some grapes from the fridge and was sitting on the sofa with the bowl between her crossed legs. 

Ryan was huddled over his iPod, trying to decide what music to put on. He had a playlist for everything, including one that he normally used in situations like this. Situations where he'd brought a girl back after dinner and wanted to set the mood. He cringed when he realised how rehearsed his technique had become. 

"Hurry up, it's just music!" Although she didn't admit it, Gemma could sense that Ryan was nervous. There was a tangible shift in the way they were acting around each other, and frankly she wasn't sure whether or not she should do something about it. In fact, she was enjoying watching him on edge! 

Ryan closed his eyes as he pressed play. Michael Buble's silky tones filled the room. Gemma threw a grape at Ryan's back. 

"What was that for?!"

Gemma grabbed a handful of grapes and through them all at him.

"Okay I'll switch it off you crazy woman."

"You don't get to do that."

"Do what?"

Gemma put the bowl down on the sofa and walked over to him, she slid her hands up his chest and then looked in his eyes and whispered, "You're not allowed to treat me like all the other girls you bring home."

Ryan's heart raced and he was sure Gemma could feel it. She looked up at him through her eyelashes and it was almost his undoing. His hands moved to her hips and he sighed as the silky satin slipped past his fingers. 

"I know." He whispered breathlessly. His lips pressed against her forehead as he wrapped his arms around her. She closed her eyes and relished the feeling of being so close to him. She inhaled his heady, masculine aroma and let out a deep sigh of contentment. 

...

Ryan and Gemma were sat out on the patio, curled up next to each other on the daybed.

"Remember when you wanted this to be a playboy-style grotto?" Gemma teased.

"Remember when you wanted to put flowers everywhere?"

"It's a garden! Of course I wanted to put flowers everywhere!" Gemma and Ryan had seen eye to eye on every aspect of his house during the renovation. Except this.

"Yeah, MY garden, not the bloody Garden of Eden." Gemma giggled and Ryan pulled her legs towards him. "Come here, Gem."

"I am here."

"Come closer."

She sat facing him. He reached for her hips and pulled her onto his lap. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and placed her hands on his shoulders. An entire lifetime flashed before their eyes.

Suddenly, she was 15 years old again. Walking in to the common room after the Christmas holidays. He was always the first person she wanted to see. She knew exactly where to find him. And time after time she'd know he was present by the sound of his laughter. Then, he was 19 and brokenhearted. She was the one he called. She didn't know what to say but her silence on the other end of the phone was reassurance enough. Then, they were twenty-somethings, falling in love with the only person who knew them better than they knew themselves.

Then, they were kissing. Their lips came together passionately. His hand caressed the back of her head as her lips quivered against his. His tongue searched her mouth and hers pushed back against his, matching his passion with hers. She pulled away to catch his tongue between her lips and she sucked on it teasingly. His hands slid under her dress and she moaned as she felt his hand groping her ass. She rolled onto her back and pulled Ryan on top of her by his collar. He moved his thigh between her legs and she rubbed herself against it, the rough material of his jeans pressing her thong, wet with arousal, against her. She unbuttoned his shirt while their lips remained attached, dragging her nails down his chest before he threw it behind him. Her hands gripped the back of his arms and she could feel all his hard work at the gym. He pulled away from her and looked into her eyes. That intense, hungry look was back. His blue eyes seemed stormy and powerful and she longed to be at his mercy.

Then her dress was on the grass. She lay there on the daybed with nothing but a pearly grey thong. Ryan licked his lips and unclasped his belt, kicking his jeans off him. His boxers couldn't conceal his excitement so he decided there was little point keeping them on. Gemma's eyes wandered down his body and she saw him for the first time in all his glory. She threw her legs up in the air and Ryan peeled her underwear off her. He spread her legs apart and kissed his way up her calves. When he reached the apex of her thighs his lips brushed over the smooth, bare skin of her most intimate area. And he continued his path of kisses down her inner thigh, over her knee and down, down to her other ankle. Gemma was losing patience with Ryan's nibbling kisses. He ran his lips over the arch of her foot and kissed it delicately. She smiled. He remembered. 

...

"On your marks. Get set. GO!" Rachel called from the other end of the beach. Gemma stood on top of the rocks so she could get a clear view of any cheating that might occur during the race. Chris darted in front of Ryan and Sam, leaping over the sandcastles they'd built in place of hurdles, grabbed the red bucket of sand and carried it five metres where he'd tipped out the contents and run back to the start. Sam and Ryan reached their buckets at the same time but due to a great deal of misfortune, the handle on Sam's bucket broke. Ryan rushed ahead of him. Rachel was squealing with laughter as Sam grabbed Ryan's ankles and pulled him to the floor. Chris crossed the finish line and threw his hands up in the air while Rachel cheered him on. 

It was the summer after A-Levels. They'd decided to take an island-hopping trip around Greece for a few weeks together, celebrating their freedom from school before further education sunk its teeth into them. 

Everyone was laughing hysterically, including Gemma. She lost her footing on the rocks and slipped. The salt water stung when she landed in the sea and the boys rushed over to help her. She had cut the sole of her foot so badly she'd needed stitches at a Greek hospital. She'd had a scar ever since.

...

Gemma's fingers were entwined in Ryan's hair as she urged him to stop teasing her. He eventually relented and she felt his tongue begin its exploration of her. Every flicker of Ryan's agile tongue elicited a groan of approval, and when he gently sucked her clit she writhed around beneath him. Ryan revelled the taste of her, enjoying the exquisite creature that lay before him. Every sound that escaped Gemma's beautiful lips sent a shiver down his spine and to his engorged member. He immersed himself entirely in pleasuring her, memorising what she enjoyed most, looking to take her over the edge with him. It was then that Gemma's whole body started shuddering with delight as she let out a guttural moan. The rush of wetness that accompanied her orgasm found its way to Ryan's chin and when he pulled Gemma on to him she could taste herself on his lips. 

Gemma felt reenergised as soon as she felt Ryan's hardness pressed against her thigh. She slid down his body, dragging her nipples down his chest in a tantalising tease until she reached his cock. She looked up into his eyes and she could see a mixture of quiet disbelief and anticipation in them. She lazily licked the shaft, the tip of her tongue tracing the veins that wrapped around it. Then, she took his balls in her mouth and sucking on them slowly. His cock twitched. The look in his eyes had now become a hungry, almost desperate, plea for more. 

Gemma smiled as her delicate hand took a firm grip on his shaft, and, without breaking eye contact, she wrapped her soft lips around the head of Ryan's cock. His eyes shut. The image of her taking him in his mouth was one he'd thought about frequently. He opened his eyes, blinking to ensure he was seeing things clearly. Gemma was now bobbing her head up and down as she took Ryan deeper into her mouth. He felt his balls slapping against her chin as he realised just how deep she had taken him. Before long he was shooting spurt after spurt of his hot cum into her mouth and she was swallowing it without complaint. 

Gemma nestled against Ryan as he caught his breath. They lay there, on the patio for half an hour. They didn't exchange a word. They didn't need to. Ryan's hand stroking the small of her back, Gemma's lips kissing his chest. That was all they needed. 

Gemma's fingertips traced shapes onto Ryan's stomach. 

...

They were sitting in assembly, cramped into the tight space of the school theatre. The usual announcements were made: a reminder that the school uniform was not open to interpretation, a request that the library remain a silent study area. Then, the day's assembly began.

Ryan felt Gemma's hand on his thigh. "Did you do the French homework?" 

He turned to her and shook his head, returning in a hushed whisper, "Can I copy yours?"

"Yeah fine, but get at least three of them wrong this time."

"Thanks."

Gemma winked back. 

After the assembly, Gemma and Ryan walked into the library together and sat in their usual seats beside each other. The librarian patrolled the desks where they were sitting, hushing the students, disturbing the idle chatter. Gemma placed her French homework on Ryan's desk. He asked her if she wanted to go to McDonald's after school. The librarian stood behind them and cleared her throat, reminding them to be quiet. As she walked away, Gemma grabbed Ryan's forearm and used her fingertip to draw a shape. Ryan looked confused. 

When the bell rang Ryan asked her what she'd meant. She took his wrist, turned his hand palm side up and drew the shape again. "Eleven?" he asked.

"You're so SLOW" she laughed as she dashed to her next class. 

Over the last few months of school Ryan was dying to know what it meant and Gemma enjoyed taunting him by not telling him. Eventually, it had been forgotten. 

...

"Hey, remember this?" Gemma said, breaking the silence.

She sat up on the daybed and leaned over Ryan. She used her index finger to write on his stomach. Ryan took a while to realise what she meant, but when he did he found himself trying to guess what it was once more. 

She repeatedly drew the shape on to him. 

Still nothing.

"That's not fair, your hair is tickling me..." Ryan whined.

...

They retreated inside as the night turned colder, and in the warmth of Ryan's bedroom, the two friends made love for the first time.

It started off slowly, almost nervously. It was a wonderfully foreign feeling to them both, to feel so comfortable with someone, yet in the most intimate sense, still be strangers. It was an indescribable sensation. Ryan's lips danced over Gemma's nipples, sucking on them, pulling them with his teeth. He kissed his way across her collarbone. When he kissed her lips Gemma wrapped her legs around Ryan and he pushed himself inside her. Gemma moaned into Ryan's mouth and the sense of completion was overwhelming for both of them. Ryan stopped to relish the moment. He looked down at Gemma, her hair framing her face on the pillow. As he leaned down to kiss her again, a devious grin flashed across her face. He felt her legs tighten around him and in one swift, expert motion, Gemma had him on his back. 

That served as a not-so-gentle reminder that they weren't a pair of awkward teenagers making love for the first time. And so the night continued.



Getting There Ch. 06



"Oh God.........." Gemma's moan echoed around the bedroom as Ryan thrust himself impossibly deep inside her. He clenched his eyes shut as he felt her walls spasming around him. She held him in her vice and his head felt light. When he felt a final rush of wetness he spilled his seed inside her and she collapsed onto his chest. They had been at it for hours and the sun was starting to rear its head. Gemma rolled off Ryan's body and onto her side and Ryan scooped her up in his arms and held her against him as they both fell asleep. 

...

Gemma's eyes fluttered open as she found herself tangled up in Ryan. Their fingers were laced in each others'. It was impossible to tell where her body ended and his began. She smiled with a sense of deep satisfaction. She gave Ryan a peck on the lips before extracting herself from the bed.

"And where do you think you're going?" Ryan asked, without even opening his eyes.

"Just to get a glass of water. Don't worry, I'll be back before you know it."

"Not so fast." Ryan sat up, his eyes adjusting to the light. He looked up at Gemma, her hair wild from the night before, and placed his hand on the side of her cheek, bringing his lips to hers. She accepted his kiss and let him pull her back on top of him. His hands began exploring again, his fingers finding their way to her pussy, sliding up and down her slit as if waiting to be invited into her warm centre. Gemma's teeth grazed Ryan's earlobe gently, as she kissed along his jaw. Her hand sought out his cock and she stroked it firmly. 

"Hold that thought." Gemma teased, as she bounced up from the bed and towards the kitchen. Ryan walked into the kitchen after her, his erection bobbing up and down before him. Gemma sat on the counter drinking a glass of water. He stood in between her legs and she placed a hand on his chest as she set the glass down next to her. She kissed Ryan softly and he found himself lost in her moist and tender lips. When they at last pulled away from their kiss Ryan saw a sort of vulnerability in Gemma's eyes. Something about the look in her eyes resonated within him and he kissed her forehead. 

"What do you think about spending the day in bed with me?" Ryan asked, tucking her hair behind her ears. 

"I would love to but I need to get to the Thompsons' house. Check how things are going." Gemma reluctantly admitted. Her lips searched for his once more and Ryan wrapped his arm around her and carried her back into his bedroom.

...

Gemma's hair was still wet from her shower as she stood on the pavement with Ryan. "If you give me a minute I can drop you home and then take you to work." He offered again. 

"No, no, don't be silly. I just need to get changed and then I'll go over there myself." Fortunately, she managed to hail a taxi just a moment later. Ryan opened the door for her and they shared a kiss. As the taxi drove away Gemma felt a smile spread across her cheeks. Last night was a dream. She caught a glimpse of her reflection in the rear view mirror; there was no denying the glow on her face. It was a dream come true.

...

"A Feng Shui consultant? Well of course, I can arrange for one to meet with us this week. I'm afraid that it might delay the date of completion, and we will have to budget for certain additions that she might recommend. Sure. Okay, will do. Bye." Gemma rolled her eyes as she hung up. Ryan sat on the plush carpet in her bedroom. "You never would have guessed I'd spent the last 8 hours with her, would you?" 

"What's karate got to do with a nursery anyway?"

"Karate?"

"Well what was that you were saying?"

"Ohhhh. Feng Shui! It's an old Chinese art of managing the flow of energy in the room. There are rules and certain things to put in certain places for good health or for fortune or whatever. It's actually quite fascinating."

"Yeah, fascinating. That's exactly the word I was about to use." Ryan patted the carpet next to him and Gemma sat down. "Certain things to put in certain places, eh?" He said, his hands unbuttoning the shirt dress Gemma was wearing. 

"That was terrible." Gemma laughed, swatting his hand away. "Besides, what makes you think you can just undress me whenever you want to?" 

"I'm sorry, that was rather presumptuous of me." Ryan placed his hands on Gemma's waist and then slid them up her back. His thumbs made slow, lazy circles over her nipples. Even through her bra and dress, Gemma could feel her nipples stiffen in response. And although Ryan couldn't, her sharp intake of breath indicated that he was very close to having his way with her. His fingers returned to her buttons and he pulled the dress off her. "I've been thinking about you all day, Gem."

"Shut up."

And with that, Gemma pulled Ryan on top of her. She put on a fake french accent and breathily whispered into his ear. "Monsieur, I'm about to teach you another tech-nee-cal term." The words rolled off her tongue.

"Oh?" Ryan responded.

"Mais, oui. In my field we call this..." Her fingers combed through the rug "...a 'shagpile'" 

...

"Oh, Gemma you've outdone yourself! It looks superb! In fact, I love it so much I don't care what that stupid Japanese zen lady says we should do! Oh it's wonderful!" Mrs. Thompson, who looked fit to burst at any second, looked delighted with the nursery. It was a Thursday and Gemma had finished a day before schedule, all that had been left was for the Feng Shui consultant to stop by the next day. 

"Alright, I'll cancel the appointment then. I do hope everything goes smoothly with the little ones, and enjoy the nursery." Gemma smiled. She had taken some photos with her little digital camera and was ready to leave. 

"Here's the cheque, I trust it is in order?"

Gemma's eyes scanned the piece of paper in her hand. "Perfect. Thank you."

As the door shut behind her, Gemma skipped to the car that was waiting for her. She leaned across the centre console and greeted Ryan with a kiss. "Thanks for picking me up, babe." 

"I think my new career should be as your personal chauffeur." Gemma looked lovingly at Ryan, a look that didn't go unnoticed. "What are you looking at?" He teased.

"You." She was seeing him in a new light these days, and not just as a lover instead of a friend, but as something so much more profound than that. 

"So, I hear you told Rachel and Phoebe about us..." Ryan began.

"Where did you hear that?" Gemma asked nonchalantly. 

"Phoebe told Sam." He shrugged. Gemma rolled her eyes and muttered how nothing was sacred anymore. "Well, to be fair, I was calling Sam to tell him the same thing." Gemma couldn't help the smile that spread across her face. 

"So what did you say?" She asked him, reaching for his hand as they stopped at a red light.

He looked over at her and hesitated for a moment. She was hanging on to every word he was saying and he was scared to say the wrong thing. "I may have suggested to Sam and Chris that you were potentially..." He moved his eyes back to the road and fixed his gaze on the car in front of him. "My girlfriend."

The lights changed and Ryan was worried because it meant that he hadn't seen the look on her face when he said it. As he pulled up outside her flat, she leaned towards him again and whispered, "Would my boyfriend like to come upstairs?" 

...

"WAHEYYYYYYYY" a loud voice boomed as Gemma and Ryan walked into the pub hand in hand. 

Ryan and Gemma looked sheepishly at the floor as their friends celebrated their first entrance as a couple. 

"Stop being so coy and tell us EVERYTHING!!!" Rachel shrieked. Gemma looked at Ryan and could see the twinkle in his eye still. She'd teased him mercilessly in the taxi on the way over and he had begged her to stop. Of course, she hadn't. And now both of them were flustered and struggling to keep their composure.

"I think we're going to need a lot of drinks." Ryan whispered to Gemma as she slid into the booth. 

The friends bombarded them with questions and Ryan and Gemma were good sports and answered them all. Suddenly, quite out of the blue, Rachel interrupted the inquisition. "For god's sake. The only thing I care about is the sex! Is it any good?"

"It's decent." Gemma grinned. "Passable." Under the table, her hand creeped up Ryan's thigh. He cleared his throat in response. "You know what they say, though. It's not the size of the boat, it's the motion of the ocean." Ryan's cheeks reddened as he started to get hard. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat.

Sam, Chris, Phoebe and Rachel were in fits of laughter as the lighthearted banter continued. 

"Are you okay darling? You don't look well..." Gemma asked, putting on her best baby voice as she caressed his cheek with the back of her hand. Her other hand continued stroking him under the table.

"Yeah, you're a little quiet mate. Sure you're okay?" Chris asked him.

"Maybe some fresh air would do you good." Phoebe suggested.

"She's right you know. Here, let me come with you." Gemma stood up and held out her hand to Ryan. He followed her to the back of the pub, hiding the bulge in his jeans from the people around him. As soon as they were outside he picked her up and slammed her against the wall, pulling her underwear to the side as he slid two fingers inside her. His lips attacked hers as their tongues dueled. She wrapped her legs around his hips and he unbuckled his belt and pushed his jeans down forcing himself inside her. He pinned her against the wall with her hands over her head and they found themselves locked together. 

Moments later, as they were both coming down from their respective blisses, Ryan grinned from ear to ear. "You're the best."

"Wish I could say the same..." Gemma teased, straightening Ryan's collar as he helped her fix her hair. 

By the time they got back to their table there was no denying what had just happened. Their group erupted into cheers and Ryan embraced the applause, proud to finally have Gemma on his arm. "Since we're being so honest and open with each other, I really don't want to stay for another drink. I want to take my girlfriend back to my house and..."

Gemma elbowed Ryan in the ribs and stopped him from finishing his sentence. The friends all agreed to call it a night.

...

The phone rang as Ryan and Gemma lay in his bed on yet another lazy Sunday morning. There was something soothing about the little routine they'd fallen into. They'd been together for two months now and despite conflicting work schedules, things were going wonderfully. 

"Hello? Oh hi Mum!" Ryan said, sitting up in bed. Gemma, who was now awake, couldn't help but to eavesdrop on the conversation. "When are they coming down? For how long? There's another thing though. Something I wanted to tell you..." Ryan looked over at Gemma. She clamped her eyes shut and pretended to be asleep. She must not have been too convincing because he slipped off the bed and stepped outside into the corridor. Try as she might, she couldn't hear what Ryan was saying to his mother on the phone, so she rolled over and fell asleep again.

Gemma looked at the man in bed with her, flicking through the morning papers. "Good morning, Ryan." She smiled sleepily. 

"Good morning, beautiful. I ran out and got some pain au chocolats for breakfast."

"Mmmm. To what do I owe that pleasure?" 

"I have a favour to ask you. You don't have to say yes, but it would mean a lot to me if you did."

"Then yes." Gemma smiled.

"Just like that? You don't even know what it is." 

"If it matters to you then I'll do it." Ryan smiled. He opened his mouth as if to say something but decided against it, instead settling for a kiss. It was the sort of kiss that spoke volumes, and Gemma's body responded in kind.

An hour or so later while they were eating breakfast downstairs, Gemma asked "So, what exactly did I agree to?"

...

"Meeting the parents!!" Phoebe and Rachel squealed over lunch on Wednesday. 

"Hardly!" Gemma laughed. "I've known them forever."

"They LOVE her, let me tell you." Rachel declared.

"So why are you nervous then? Sounds like you've got this one in the bag." Phoebe finished the last of her sandwich and Gemma thought about what was bothering her.

"He hasn't told me he loves me yet..." 

"WHAT?!" Phoebe and Rachel exclaimed, incredulous. "But it's so obvious..."

Gemma nodded and shrugged her shoulders. "He's always had trouble saying it. It's usually the reason his relationships fail..."

"Try not to think about it, it'll happen eventually." Phoebe offered, but even she didn't understand quite what Ryan was playing at.

...

"What should I cook for lunch on Sunday?" Ryan asked, as he opened the fridge for a bottle of cold water. 

"How about a barbecue?" Gemma replied, painting her nails on the bathroom floor as she precariously perched the phone on her shoulder.

"Hmm.. well that'll be a lot of work."

"That's okay, we'll manage."

Ryan smiled. "I love being a 'we'." 

The phone slipped off Gemma's shoulder and landed in her lap, causing her hand to jump. "Shit." She muttered as she picked the phone up again. "Sorry, what did you say? I missed that."

"Nothing. I was just counting how many people are coming... there's the two of us," Ryan started, closing the fridge and having a seat on the sofa. "My mum, my dad, Sophie, Mark and of course little Oli." 

"I'm excited to finally see him!" Ryan's sister Sophie was the mother of a gorgeous two year old boy, Oli. Ever the doting uncle, Ryan relished the chance to spoil his nephew. "So, what brings Mark and Sophie down from Edinburgh?" Gemma asked as she inspected her handiwork.

"It's easier for Soph to disturb the peace if she's closer to all of us." Ryan laughed. He was only half joking. "She and Mark are supposed to be going away on another little trip next month, so I think this is just a test run to see if they can travel with Oli." 

"Oh." Gemma responded. Sophie and Mark's 'little trips' had gained infamy. They had some issues in their marriage that they'd been working through for some time, and these holidays were usually last ditch attempts to salvage the remnants of their relationship. "Pick me up tomorrow after work and I'll spend the rest of the weekend at yours." 

"Okay. Sound's good." Ryan closed his eyes as he lay back. "So, babe. What are you wearing....?"

...

The doorbell rang and Ryan laughed as Gemma sprinted up the stairs. They had spent the morning messing around in the kitchen and she needed to freshen up before greeting the Lewis family. She heard Lizzie and Tim's voices greeting their son as she checked that she looked presentable.

"Oh Gemma darling it's been forever! You look lovely!" Ryan's mother called as she noticed her walking down the stairs. 

"Lizzie! You look well! Did you enjoy the cruise? You must tell me all about it, from what Ryan tells me it sounds like it was wonderful!" Gemma was overcome with the warmth of Lizzie Lewis' embrace. She really did adore Ryan's parents. It was the sort of closeness that one can only harness in childhood. Lizzie was a mother-hen type through and through. Her small, stocky build meant that her husband Tim and her son always towered over her. Her maternal nature was extremely endearing and Gemma thought back to the many hours she'd lost chatting to her over endless cups of tea. 

"Well, well. What do we have here?" Tim bellowed, rubbing his hands together. Ryan and his father had a wonderful relationship. Tim was something of a silver fox. Salt and pepper hair, more salt than pepper now, Gemma thought to herself. But his grey hair made his bright blue eyes come alive. Seeing Ryan and Tim together felt like getting a glimpse into her future. 

"Hello, Tim!"

"Now son, what are you using to keep this one? She's far too good for you!" Tim was always a favourite amongst his children's friends growing up. With a sense of humour that never failed to amuse, he lit up the room with his very presence. 

Another car stopped outside the front door and the doors slammed shut. Sophie walked inside and gave her brother a hug, her sandy blonde hair looking dishevelled. Mark soon followed, carrying Oli and a bag seemingly crammed with every toy conceivable. "Here, let me take that." Gemma offered, taking the bag. 

"Driving holidays with toddlers are a terrible idea, we've now resorted to bribery..." Mark offered, by way of explanation. Gemma introduced herself and cooed over Oli for a bit. 

They retreated to the garden where Gemma and Ryan had set out some tables and chairs. Gemma brought a tray of glasses outside and set them on the table while Ryan poured the drinks. Sophie hadn't seen Gemma in years, and watching her float around her brother's house now reminded her of why. Something about Gemma made her feel eighteen and inadequate again. 

Gemma gritted her teeth as she passed around the carrots and humous again. Sophie once more refused to eat anything she was offered. Gemma persisted in trying to make eye contact with her, but to no avail. Instead, she settled for catching up with Ryan's parents and getting to know Mark. He seemed to be an interesting and good-natured man, and Gemma found herself silently wondering how the couple had lasted this long. 

"Right, I better fire up the barbecue." Ryan declared, jumping up from the table. 

"That's my cue to toss some salads!" Gemma laughed, enjoying the charms of domesticity. 

"If you'd like some help I'm sure Sophie wouldn't mind lending you a hand." Lizzie suggested, in a way only a mother can. She'd obviously sensed some tension between the ladies and she gave Sophie a stern look. 

"Oh, don't worry. I've got things under control. Although, I'd love some company at any rate." Gemma responded, diplomatically.

Sophie contemplated staying in her seat, but as she looked around the table she was met by glares from her parents and husband. Instead, she picked her son up and carried him into the kitchen with her. She placed Oli on the bar as she sat at a stool. Gemma attempted to make small talk as she organised herself. 

"Well you've certainly made yourself at home here in the past two months, haven't you?" Sophie said, without batting an eyelid.

Gemma was unsure how she was supposed to respond, if at all. Ultimately, she didn't have to make a decision, as Sophie was far from done.

"I mean, you really know your way around the place. Don't you?"

"Well, I did design it, after all. Can I get Oli anything? Some juice?" Gemma tried to change the topic. 

"It's pretty pathetic, you know. I can see right through you. You aren't a special as you think, are you? You're still alone. I know you never were the brightest bulb in the box, but it's taken you long enough to realise you can't sustain your lifestyle by rearranging furniture for the wealthy. Don't think I don't see you taking advantage of Ryan now because he has what you want." Sophie spat.

Gemma was stunned. She could feel the tears well up in her eyes and she mustered up every ounce of self will and smiled. She opened the fridge and took out two cartons of fresh juice. "Apple or orange?"

...

Sophie had returned to the table outside, and her glum expression was now transformed into a plastered on smile. Gemma was still spinning. She tossed the salad and served it at the table, while Ryan stood over the barbecue having a beer with Mark. She resumed her place at the table, sandwiched between Sophie and Tim. The usual conversation fluttered around the table, what one might expect when a family is reunited for a meal after some time, but Gemma sat in silence. She was, of course, polite, and responded whenever she was spoken to. But she was scared the lump in her throat would give her away. 

After Ryan and Mark had joined them at the table, she felt a little better. A little less vulnerable. "So Gemma, Ryan was saying you're working on a new project?" Mark asked.




Getting There Ch. 06



"Yes, it's a corporate project actually, the client is renovating the restaurant at his boutique hotel. If he likes it there's a chance he'll want to discuss a full-scale renovation of several other outlets." Gemma knew full well she was making it sound more impressive than it really was, but she felt the need to stand up for herself, now that she'd regained her composure. 

"She's got a real knack for this stuff." Ryan said, winking at Gemma across the table. She met his wink with a half-hearted smile, and looked back down at her plate. 

"How hard can it be." Sophie muttered under her breath, just loud enough for Gemma to hear. Gemma closed her eyes and rubbed her temples. 

Lizzie looked over at her, concerned. Ryan did the same. Gemma excused herself from the table.



Getting There Ch. 07



Gemma ran up to Ryan's bedroom, and sat on the floor with her back against the door. She pulled out her phone and called Rachel.

"The little bitch." She replied after hearing Gemma describe the afternoon's events. "That venomous little snake."

Gemma giggled as Rachel did her best to distract her best friend, although she was fully aware that Sophie's constant bitchiness was beginning to wear Gemma down. 

"Now get back out there and don't for a second listen to a word she says. Okay?" Rachel ordered.

"Yeah, I'll do my best. Thanks." Gemma walked over to the mirror and composed herself. 

...

Back in the kitchen, she brought out some pastries that she had collected from the patisserie on the high street. As she made her way out, she noticed that Sophie was looking at her with disdain. Gemma smiled at her and offered her the plate of pastries. She pointed at the dark chocolate tart. "You might want to watch out... that one's a little bitter." Gemma said, wryly. 

Ryan grinned at her and pushed his hands into his pockets. He walked towards her slowly and gave her a peck on the lips. He took the plate from her and set it down on the table and she allowed him to scoop her up into a loving hug, while his parents looked on with smiles on their faces. Sophie, on the other hand, wasted no time in gathering her things together and announcing her departure. Her husband, Mark, clenched his jaw shut. 

"Sophie, there is no need to be rude." Her father, usually incredibly jovial, remarked. "I think you are right to be leaving, especially after being such an ungracious guest. I'm surprised Gemma didn't kick you out herself." 

Sophie's face had turned scarlet. She marched out of the front door, letting it slam shut behind her leaving her toddler and husband behind. Mark looked aghast. He nodded at Gemma by way of apology and took his son to the car, bidding the rest of the family farewell.

..

By the time everything was tidied away, and Ryan's parents had left, it was terribly late. Gemma rubbed her eyes as she looked at the delicate silver watch on her wrist. Ryan pulled her on to his lap and kissed her softly. She allowed herself to get lost in the taste of his mouth, the way his hands were sliding up her thighs... He pulled away, pushing her hair out of her eyes, and looked into them. He opened his mouth to speak but no sound came out, well, nothing but a barely audible whisper. But his lips moved, and Gemma's eyes caught their every movement. There was no mistaking it. She kissed him hard, and moaned into his mouth, "I love you, too."

..

Summer had faded into autumn in what had felt like a blink of an eye, and it wasn't long until Ryan found himself pacing up and down on the pavement outside a French restaurant in Hampstead one evening in mid November. He called Gemma's phone again. "This is the Vodafone voicemail service for Oh-Seven-Seven-Three..." 

He redialed.

"This is the Vodafone voicemail service for Oh-Sev..."

And again.

"This is the..."

His brow furrowed. The rain poured relentlessly, and the wind was blowing so hard that his umbrella was rendered useless. He sighed, and tried her number again. The familiar voicemail greeting played. This time, he left a message: the sixth of the night. "Babe, it's me. I'm worried. Are you okay?"

"Mr Lewis, I'm sorry, but it is restaurant policy not to hold a table for more than forty minutes. Would you like to start alone or would you like to give the table up?" The maître d' asked, patiently. 

Ryan reluctantly gave up his reservation. He'd had this evening all planned out, he had something to ask Gemma and this would have been perfect. Good food, great wine. Casual enough to not be intimidating, polished enough to know he was serious. 

He panicked for a moment. Maybe she had stood him up intentionally? But things had been going so well... He called her house phone to check. It rang and rang and rang. Just then, he heard the clicking of heels against the pavement. He looked over his shoulder and saw Gemma walking towards him. She was wearing black high heeled boots, with her dark blue skinny jeans tucked into them, and an olive-green trench coat fastened at the waist, accentuating her hourglass figure. Her dark hair was drenched, hanging either side of her face, her mascara running and her cheeks rosy with the bitter wind. He could tell she was cold and miserable. She spotted him on the pavement and ran towards him kissing him passionately.

He kissed her back, of course. Unfastening her coat and sliding his hand beneath her sweater and top, finding her nipples, tweaking them with his cold hands. She felt flushed and kissed him harder. She rubbed her thigh against his crotch. She felt the bulge in his jeans. She pulled away. "Sorry." She said, biting her bottom lip. 

Ryan laughed. "That's okay, let's go dry you off." He took her by the hand and they walked back to his place.

"AND THEN since the trains weren't working AND I couldn't get a taxi I had to run for a bus, and I was just about to make it when my blackberry fell into a puddle." She sat wearing one of Ryan's sweatshirts and a pair of his socks as she sipped on her rum and coke. Ryan was trying to salvage her contacts from her phone sitting on the floor next to her. 

"What happened next?" Ryan teased, he loved how she got so animated while narrating stories. 

"So then I had to wait fifteen minutes for the next bus." Gemma replied, not taking his bait. "I really am sorry I messed this up, babe." She added, quietly.

Ryan tilted her chin up, and kissed the tip of her nose, which was still a little bit red from the cold. "There was something I wanted to ask you tonight, Gem." He said. "I know we haven't been together long..."

Gemma felt flustered. She set the glass down on the table and looked at her boyfriend intently. 

"And I wanted to ask you somewhere special." He continued.

"Ryan.." she knew what was coming next and she smiled, tears filling her eyes.

"I suppose this is probably the perfect setting, in a strange way, isn't it? I've loved you forever and I will love you forever. This house is as much yours as it is mine, and I want it to be that way for the rest of our lives." Ryan slipped his hand into his pocket and pulled out a velvet box. 

"Yes." Gemma said.

"I didn't ask you yet," Ryan laughed.

"Oh hurry up and do it then." Gemma giggled back.

"Gemma..." he began, opening the box. "Will you marry me?"

He slipped the ring on her finger as she said yes, kissed her while she cried with happiness, and carried her up to their bedroom.