Gabe hovered over her shoulder, reading bits and pieces as she had a series of calls, the last with Duncan and the Five Points lawyer, as they combed the text for any possible liability. “Go out, get out of this room,” Duncan as they said their goodbyes. “Go get a nice dinner on me.” When the call finally ended and Jemma collapsed into the chair, eyes closed, exhaustion and relief warring on her features, Gabe suddenly knew what he should do. “Do you want to?” he asked gently, reaching down and sweeping her hair out of the way so he could knead the tense muscles of her neck and shoulders. “Want to what? Sleep ten thousand years?” Jemma practically purred as she rolled her neck with the movements of his hands. “Well, sleep obviously,” Gabe said, checking his watch. It was only 2 PM. “Take a nap, maybe, and then go out tonight.” “On Duncan, right?” Jemma asked drowsily. “He can pay for something else,” Gabe said firmly. “This one's on me.” She twisted her neck and looked up into his eyes, her own full of unspoken questions he wasn’t sure he had answers to yet.
