So… it's my continuation of the episode 5 of season 3, Canary's Song… they were about to kiss and we didn't see anything, yeah we can cry one more time, I decided to do my continuation, like that I won't kill myself… I don't know yet if I'll keep writing or it will just be an OS, that's your call. So here we go…

Enjoy!

Disclaimers: nothing's mine, just the storyline after the first dialogue…

And I'd like to thank anamiii because she did an awesome job as a beta-reader and Katheryn Mae for her opinion and all... :)


It Goes On and On

" I can't wait until tomorrow…" she said, with a steady, blurry look, her body swinging from right to left, her shoulders down.

He smirked and asked, "why? What's tomorrow?"

It was her time to smirk and she answered, in a mellifluous voice, showing a hint of lassitude, "I get better-looking every day…"

His lips loosened up to smile at her comment. He could still smell the alcohol on her lips. Slowly, he came closer again, invading her space, to breathe in her scent on her neck. With his hands, he traced the line of her arms, feeling her skin under his touch, he lingered a moment to appreciate the sweet sensation. He gently caressed down her skin, reaching the palm of her hands. He then felt the string of her high heels between her fingers; he forced her to open her hands to let the shoes fall on the floor.

The noise of the pumps on the floor made her jump a bit but quickly, she felt a strong yet gentle hand holding hers, and another hand guiding her back, bringing her closer to his hot body. Suddenly, he inhaled her perfume deeply which made her shiver and she lightly bent her head above Cal's.

A slight moan escaped from Gillian's lips which made Cal come down to earth. He looked up and started moving, sensually at the rhythm of the music, and guiding Gillian with his hands. She had closed her eyes and she didn't want to open them, afraid of waking up from that dream.

Cal's voice stopped her reverie a bit, "this is a great night, dontcha think?". She kept her eyes closed. He dropped her hand on his chest to be able to take away a lock of hair which had got lost and place it behind her ear. "I've never noticed before just how bloody fantastically beautiful your eyes are". He smiled, waiting for her reaction which didn't take long.

She looked up to the sky, her head falling back and laughed, "this, mister Lightman, is so cliché!". She sighed and laughed once more, "what color are my eyes?". Her head regained its normal position and he could see that she was trying to keep a serious face.

He got closer to her ear, his lips brushing against it and answered with a deep voice, "red". She opened her mouth but when she felt his moist lips against her earlobe, no sound came out of it.

"Then orange", he kissed her jaw, "yellow", the top of her nose, "green", her right eyelid, "blue", her left eyelid, "indigo", her forehead, "purple", her left temple, "like", her cheek, "a", the corner of her mouth, "rain", the other corner, "bow", her chin, "in the sky". He held her tight, she rested her cheek on his torso and he posed his chin on top of her head.

"You're to tender tonight…" she caressed his chest, "I think it's remorse…", she hauled his vest, "or gratitude…". She breathed, shrugged, "but I have to admit that it gave me a thrill, and butterflies in the belly, you know…". Her hand went to his scruff and with her index finger she played with his hair.

He stopped dancing when she said butterfly. Butterfly? That sounded like a teenagers' conversation… Him, he would have said that he felt some tingling instead, around his lower abdomen. But he kept himself from saying so, it wasn't a good idea, he didn't want to ruin the moment.

"Why did you stop?... it was so good…" she said, looking up.

He started sniffing, "too much alcohol, Gilly, definitely…".

She looked at him, raised an eyebrow, a suspicious look on her face, "Gilly? What's happening to you tonight, huh?", her chin fall on Cal's chest, her head one more time falling back.

"Well, the fact is I can't resist, ya know, can't resist the fact you get better looking every day…" he saw her cheeks turning into a cute shade of pink. She was irresistible, but did she know that? Was she aware of that?

Even if she was drunk, Gillian still felt embarrassed by the situation. They had been so distant those last days and now, awkwardly, they were so close from each other that she could smell his scent, breathe the same air, and share the same oxygen than him.

He broke the silence, "butterflies, huh?". His voice was light and he sounded kinda amused.

She tore herself apart from his embrace and turned around to go and lean on the low wall to admire the sky.

"Yes, butterflies…" she inhaled the fresh air, "you know, those little bugs, which fly…". Suddenly, she looked down to the ground, "they fly and they're colorful. When I was a kid I always wanted to keep them, like a domestic animal. But they would always die because you see; I put them in a jar, covered up with a shit of paper and made some gaps, to let them breathe. But it wasn't enough. They didn't even get through the night! but I didn't give up; I really wished I could have kept them, the butterflies…".

He didn't know how to read her. He didn't know if that was an image, or irony, or a simple memory or an innuendo. He thought too much, sometimes. Sometimes he could see things he didn't want to. But with her, he didn't have a choice, he didn't know on which foot to dance, and above all, he was never sure he was taking her the right way.

So he decided to come closer. He surrounded her with his arms, setting his hands on her belly and resting his chin on her shoulder.

"We could keep those butterflies alive, dontcha think, love?"

She looked up, tilted her head to the left to have a good view of the expression on Cal's face. Her vision was blurry, but he seemed sincere, to her and… she could see a hint of hesitation and embarrassment. Embarrassment? She started laughing.

He grunted out, pretending to be irritated. "You're laughing at me, again? I can't believe that!"

She turned over in his arms, laughing harder. She reached out for the bottle of whisky, almost letting it fall off the roof and pressed it against Cal's lips. Giving little pressure until he opened his mouth and drank the alcohol.

He gave a long moan, his face turning into a wince then she did it again. And he winced, again. She dropped the bottle on the low wall and nestled her face against his chest and took him by his collar. He didn't know that those hysterical laughs were her reaction to the butterflies, then?

After some muffled laughs, she tried to regain her serious and mumbled some incomprehensible stuffs.

He could help but laugh, too, "what?" he asked.

She gazed at him intensely, her gaze going from his lips to his eyes, from his cheeks to his jaw. With her right hand she retraced the outline of his eyelids, then traced the line of his nose and then caressed his lips with her thumb. She went to his cheekbone then passed her index finger on the hair making their way in front of his ear to join along his jaw line. She finally dropped back her hand on his cheek. With her fingers she caressed his skin.

"It's late, I need to go home", she escaped from under his arms and started walking to the door, changing feet, losing her balance and letting a little cry of surprise coming out of her mouth when she abruptly reached the door.

He had been so surprised that he almost didn't realize what was happening. If Gillian hadn't screamed, he would have stayed there, frozen.

"Oi!" he turned around quickly to join her. He picked up her high heels, on his way. When he reached her sides, he caught her arm to stop her. "What's happening?"

He really couldn't understand that sudden change of behavior. They were so distant, suddenly.

"I… I dunno… I wanna go home, Cal", she tried to get out of his grip but she lost her balance and fell against him, "ugh… you're like a magnet…". She was supposed to sound annoyed but he could see the beginning of a smile forming on her lips.

He wrapped her in his arms before she could leave and held her, tight. He breathed in the scent of her hair and inhaled deeply, "I'll drive you home". He saw she was about to protest and added, "your drunk".

She stared at him, squinted, as if she was trying to see him, clearer, and then pointed her index finger on his torso, "you too, love". She insisted on the last word, like to imitate him. She raised an eyebrow, proudly, put both of her hands against him, pushing him away softly and mumbled, "your smell drives me insane…".

This time, he understood what she said but decided not to comment.

They stayed there, face to face, her head down, him trying desperately to catch her gaze, feeling a little silly right now, with women shoes in his hand, a helmet on his head and his ideas mixed up because of the alcohol he had drank. After all, he hadn't had anything to eat all day long and the whisky had gone to his brain pretty fast…

He wasn't used to seeing her drunk. He didn't know how to handle the situation. And she was right, they had both been drinking. If he had been on his own, he wouldn't have hesitated and would have already gone home. But he was with her and he never took needless risks, when it concerned Gillian Foster.

She felt like her brain was about to turn over. Her stomach started acting up, too. She closed her eyes. When they were closed, everything seemed straighter. As soon as she opened them, everything started spinning again. She stared at Cal's shoes. Now that she wasn't in his arms no more, she was cold. She shivered when some image popped into her mind. The two of them… in a bed. She mentally hit herself and closed her eyes, grimacing. The more she tried to stop thinking about that, the more she thought about that.

The one thing she wanted was a cold shower. Real cold. And to vomit. Or a hug. Or all of those three things. Not necessarily in that order, of course. What did she want again? Oh yes. A cold shower, with Cal, a hug, from Cal, to vomit, on him. She shook her head. That was it, she was going insane.

She opened her eyes when she felt an arm around her hips and another behind her knees, lifting her up quickly.

"Hey!" she protested, not so convinced, "where are you taking me?", to the seventh heaven, she thought. A mental slap, this time.

He moved forward. "Ria took place on the couch from the reception, I'm taking you to my office. You need sleep".

She smiled. Why did he seem so perfect to her? She was supposed to still be angry at him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and forced him to turn his head toward her. She pressed her elbows slightly into his shoulder and so he stopped, staring at her.

She held onto him firmly, her head buried in his neck and she used one hand to lift up her skirt to be able to change position. She held onto the back of his neck, passed her legs around his waist and he helped her out, lifting her skirt a little bit more and supporting her by her lower thighs. After reaching her goal, she decided it was about time.

She held up his scruff with one hand and brushed his hair with the other one. He sighed and she inhaled his air, tilting her head to the left, then to the right. She shut her eyes and touched his lips lightly with her own. Then crushed them against each other. Adding pressure to the back of his head and making the kiss more intense.

She moaned slowly, and felt his hands getting higher, going from her thighs to her bottom, holding her tighter and closer. When she heard her shoes falling on the ground, she parted her lips, giving him access and he introduced his tongue in her mouth. They were sharing the same taste of alcohol but awkwardly, this was spicier, but softer at the same time. Their tongues started dancing one against the other. She pulled apart lightly, nibbled at his bottom lip, and then threw her mouth against his again.

They were both breathing faster. He lifted her up a bit, passing a hand on her back, holding her more firmly by her thigh. She pressed her breasts against his torso, both of her hands now caressing his hair.

He moved forward, not without some difficulties, his lips still pasted against Gillian's. He arrived close to the couch and stopped when his shins hit it.

They pulled apart slowly; he took her upper lip between his teeth one more time nibbling at it gently. When he stopped, she rested her forehead against his, still caressing his hair. He ran his hand under her cardigan and drew some circles with his fingers against her back.

She stared at his lips, then his eyes. He looked at her mouth, which had a vivid color then caught her gaze. She rocked her hand back and forth, as if she was trying to get her hair back at normal. She caressed his face with her left hand and dropped a brief kiss against his lips before smiling.

It was a pleasant smile, a bright one; it wasn't too much nor not enough. He pressed his lips together, moistening them, trying to taste her on his lips. He kissed her neck then dropped her lovingly on the couch.

When he was about to straighten up, she pulled him against her and kissed him again. He rested a knee between her legs and the other one outside. He ran his hands up her body, lifted her up slightly to take of her cardigan. He let it fall on the ground, beside them and started caressing her arms, her belly and then he reached her breasts.

She quivered and ran her hands on down his back then to his ass squeezing it lightly, not giving him the choice but to rest his hips against hers. He felt Gillian's pelvis lifting up a bit and starting moving his. They started scraping together. Their movements were slow and soft. They were taking their time, to appreciate the instant.

She rolled him on his back getting on top of him. He let her do so, running his hand up her thigh and raising her up a bit. With his free hand, he brushed her hair.

They pulled apart, both breathless. She rested her head on his torso, trying to regain a normal rhythm of breathing. She let her hands travel up his arms, to biceps to end up on his shoulder. She caressed his face then her hands stopped slowly.

He rubbed her back and then took away the hair covering her face. Her breathing was now regular. He lifted up his head but didn't manage to see her whole face. But he could see that her lips were pressed against each other slightly forward making a beautiful little pout he found bloody adorable.

"Gill?" he called, in a whisper. No answer. "Love?" he tried again. Still nothing.

She had fallen asleep…


TBC or THE END?

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