I own nothing. Gillian pov. Stronger T. Things get hot and heavy in Cal's office again. And yet again, I'm jumping in the middle of a situation between them. Argument, conversation, whatever you like.
Need my Lie To Me fix. Like as in, a season 4 fix… damn it.
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I couldn't take it anymore.
Cal was standing there beside his desk with that smirk on his face, eyes roaming every inch of me.
I snapped.
I don't know what you would call it but all I could discern is that I took matters in my own hands. I had had enough of not getting enough.
So, tossing my hair back, I stood. His hands were in his pockets and I knew they wouldn't remain there for long. I took the three steps between us, placing my hands, shaking with a sudden adrenaline, upon his chest and shoved not so kindly.
Complete shock is evident on his face as his back hits the wall with a loud, echoing thud. The wind was knocked out of him for a moment. Following the shock is desire, written all over his person. It remains a look I know and recognize but only comes out to play when he thinks I'm not watching.
I'm always watching.
Cal makes a noise, as if to speak, but nothing comes out. He is caught off guard. His hands are now out of his pockets; one unsteady at his side, one flat against the wall.
He looks like he doesn't know what to do.
I want to laugh at him. Biting back my smile, I take the next three steps, bringing myself right into his body, his personal space. Invading personal spaces is something I'm accustomed to with him. It is engraved in our job description. It is forever in his blood.
He blinks and thickly mutters a couple favorite swear words along with my name. In response to the sound of his voice, feeling sure of myself, I push even further into his body. He swallows and I am aware of every part that is him.
With my heels on, we are at eye level. His are wide and curious. Not to mention the glaring hint of arousal swirling deep. Heat seems to flow out of him, settling over my already warm body.
I lick my lips slowly and those bright orbs follow the movement. He takes a breath and I relish in the way our chests push and pull against one another.
I'm still his blind spot because as I watch his face, he's trying desperately to understand, to read me. I want to slap him. It was like he was looking for something that wasn't there, instead of seeing what was. I knew he definitely had to feel what was here as I again shift my weight.
Hands still hanging at his sides, almost too afraid to move, Cal continues to search my face. His eyebrows shot up and his breath quickens with the knowledge of our bodies this close. He appears in disbelief.
One hand by my hip, the other moving up his arm, I notice I am still slightly shaking. As my palm rests firmly upon his shirt clad shoulder, our eyes meet. I can feel mine burning with an intensity we both share.
For the second time tonight, I am the first to move.
Curving my head slightly to the side and bringing my lips right to his, I take the plunge.
Another noise forms in his throat, passing through me and rumbling my very heart. His lips are soft; his shadow the opposite.
As my lips move persistently over his, those arms of his finally came to life. They jump forward, hands grabbing at my waist, greedy fingers digging into my skin. A pleasurable jolt sears through my chest and I strive to ignore the sensation.
Gaining my senses, because I remind myself that I'm the one doing the seducing here, my other hand comes to cradle his neck as I deepen the contact. Pulse pounding, he tries to take over the kiss. I bite his lower lip and push at his shoulder. He wasn't going to take charge of this like he does everything else.
I feel the press of him strain against my lower stomach and I know I've got him where I want him.
I was sick and tired of being on a damn merry go round with him. A constant circle, the same game played and nothing coming out from it. I feel like I am being pushed to the side lately. He has his mind games. He doesn't share and takes whatever pleases him. I just need to put him in his place. Make him open his eyes and notice. I want to leave him wanting more. Tease him. Test him. Give him a taste of his own medicine. Either that or I suppose I'm just frustrated. Whatever.
My tongue slips past his lips finding his waiting. I dominate over this too, telling him this was war and only I would win it. There was no other option for him.
Too long putting up with his shit and dealing with his cocky demeanor made me this way. For once he was going to take the passenger seat and feel what it has been like. I want an apology. I want him to realize how he's made me feel recently. Hell, realize that I'm right here. He makes me so mad sometimes that I just want to stick it to him. Or fasten him to a wall and make out with him till he can't see straight.
Apparently I chose the latter.
Though, in the process of all those pent up feelings, arousal was clear and obvious between us both. I know I still have control and comprehend exactly what to do. Even through the lack of space, I thrust my hips, colliding into his. This produced a sweet friction that needed to be repeated. So I act.
I receive a low growl from him. He tries to return the favor, coming off the wall, but I don't budge and his back bangs rigid upon the sturdy wall once more.
Our mouths never separate.
I run a hand down his side, fingernails dragging along the way.
His body is trembling.
I make myself hold back a smile, so I bite down on his swollen bottom lip, feeling the smooth, wet skin between my teeth. My tongue then goes over the same spot and his hands tighten on my waist.
I'm not giving him any room for air as I cover his mouth completely.
Our breathing is sporadic and I know it's almost that time.
I claw my other hand down his neck to the collar of his shirt. His skin is on fire. Grasping the material, I yank with a little bit of force and a button or two pops open. Oops.
Spreading both hands high and heavy on his clavicle, I create a small space between us. My fingers splay out, moving down over his chest. They shake with another groan that arises out of him.
Cal's hands are itching to move and they do, one going lower to my thigh, one coming up to my ribs, squeezing. Then dancing to my back. Following in their wake, goose bumps form.
I let no sound escape me as I'm extremely aware of his struggle and what must be a painful erection.
Pressing one more delicious time deep into his mouth, into his body; I push off of him in a quick, fluid motion, taking three steps back.
His arms fall back down to his sides and his eyes are instantly on me.
My chest is heaving.
Cal's chest is heaving.
Our swollen lips parting for air.
His eyes are wild; lust and bewilderment glowing unabashedly from them, piercing me. Still plastered to the wall, he blinks a few times and tries to catch his breath. Swallowing back a groan, he doesn't even begin to hide his uncomfortable position.
Keeping my eyes on his despite the urge to look all over him, I feel satisfied. I had rendered him speechless and that is usually rather a challenge.
And yet, the fire in the pit of my stomach, soaring through my veins, beating with my heart, leaves me also unsatisfied. But I had to be strong, despite wanting to finish what I had started.
His walls were disregarded the instant I had stood from my chair. Seeing him this way was something I just don't get the opportunity to enjoy. He was attempting to make sense of what just happened, all the while showing me his every emotion.
No doubt about it, Cal was obviously turned on, dazed with desire. He looks amazed, disoriented, and hopeful. I can just see his mind a whirling, going over everything; trying to decipher whether this was real or not. Something even more profound in the way he stares caught me though. Did he finally see the light? I revel in the moment.
I knew I was showing my emotions but I also knew I was keeping in check my real reasons and plans behind this.
I was proud of myself. Why I hadn't done this sooner, I couldn't say.
His disheveled shirt begged to be fully undone. I stilled myself from stepping forward again. He was fighting an inner struggle too.
Opening his mouth, that I had just devoured, he attempts to speak but nothing is heard. Nothing is said.
A smile leisurely appears on my lips. I had him.
Summoning strength as my heart rate was still high, I clear my throat, looking him square in the eye. "Well, Cal…this has been quite a productive evening! I'm going to head out, you know, get some rest. We got a big case coming up. So I'll see you tomorrow. Goodnight!"
My smile widens as he stares at me, brows beginning to crease.
And without waiting for an answer I turn on my heels, walking out of his office, a certain twist of my hips more palpable than usual. He doesn't follow.
Grabbing my purse and closing the door to my dark office, I make my way down the hall, passing his open door without looking. Thank goodness we were the only ones left in the building.
I felt giddy, thrilled all the more. At the same time a little nervous, wondering if I did the right thing in the end. I have the powerful urge to go back, my body reeling in the disappointment of having to stop what just went down in Cal's office. But I had accomplished what I needed to carry out. The ball is in his court now.
I was almost to the elevators when I heard the familiar footsteps and the even more familiar 'Oi'.
So he's still alive. Good.
Not knowing what was coming next; I push the elevator button down and quietly turn around...
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