So this fic is a little birthday prezzie for Lightwoman who wanted Wet Cal for her birthday.
I don't know where to tell you to fit this fic in. In my mind it is somewhere between "Double Blind" and "Canary's Song". I just like to imagine that hot sex was really the cause of all the tension in the beginning of the season and that Cal and Gillian were working out their frustrations behind the scenes with unexpected results that they had to come to grips with.
I have also decided that in order to reconcile myself the brutal murder of Lie To Me but FOX that Canary's song will now come after Killer App, ATTH(balcony)S, The End!
Alos, there is likely to be a second chapter to this. Anyone else have a birthday coming up?
Please remember: #Boycottfox
Gillian stepped out onto her front porch. The air was thick and hot. She shivered as heat wrapped around her instantly, driving away the near chill she had felt from her air conditioning. The sky lit up in the distance as storms moved in on the hot wind. She could feel the tension in the air as if the whole sky wanted to open and spill it's heaviness onto the world. She closed her eyes as the wind rose again and a low rumble of thunder reached her ears. She loved thunderstorms.
She let herself feel the approaching storm's energy, let it try to pull her breath from her body as it pulled the air to feed itself. Her whole body tingled. Another flash of light and she trembled from head to toe, her skin prickling.
Slowly she became aware of a different kind of light in her field of vision. Headlights. She watched as the familiar silhouette of Cal's car came to a stop at the bottom of the steps leading to her porch and the man himself emerged, popping his collar against the wind. She turned her face back to the sky, aware that he had approached and was standing next to her but not acknowledging his presence for the moment.
"Hello Gillian," he said, sticking his hands in his pockets as he followed her gaze.
She knew why he had come; knew that it was never possible for him to leave well enough alone. She was angry and rightly so. He knew it, and while it had been his intention to push her away, perhaps far enough this time that she would not be drawn back, she also knew that deep down he could not stand to hurt her. She knew that his fear of truly losing her had eaten away at him bit by bit until he had swallowed the bitter pill and followed his heart to her door once more. She knew it, but she was certainly not going to make it easy for him.
"I'm surprised to see you here." Her icy tone cut the sizzling air.
"I was dropping Emily off at a friend's house. I thought I would stop in and check you're okay." Not one other person in the world would have heard the lie in his voice but he couldn't hide from her.
She was silent for a moment as the warm wind whistled around them. "There's a storm coming, Cal," she breathed, holding her arms out with her palms turned up as she waited for the rain. She closed her eyes and breathed deep, taking in the scent of the summer night and the cool fragrance of Cal's cologne. She saw the flash of lightning through her eyelids. Closer this time.
"I can see that, love," he said, treading very carefully.
"I know you can see it Cal. You always see everything and that's the problem isn't it? You see what's in front of you but can you feel it? Can you feel its weight moving across us? Pulling at us? Stop looking Cal and just feel for once in your life."
He touched her arm and she trembled. "I can feel it Gillian." His voice was low and thick.
The first drop of rain hit her face and she stretched out her palms as more fat drops began to pelt them. She opened her eyes and turned toward him as thunder rolled through the air sending subtle vibrations through them both. The sky opened and rain poured down. It dripped from his hair and eyebrows; soaked his shirt. She felt it plastering the thin material of her blouse to her body as well and still they stood there, letting the storm wash over them.
He held her arm and his thumb stroked slowly up and down her wet skin. "Do you Cal?" she asked, stepping into him, unheeding of the water that poured down on them from the heavens. She pressed her body against him, felling his heat through the dampness of their clothing. "Do you feel me?" she whispered, her lips hovering inches from his.
The hair on the back of her neck stood up at the next flash of lightning and she pressed forward, opening her mouth against him as his arms wrapped around her. He tasted of scotch and she wondered how much he had had earlier. Not much if he was willing to drive Emily. As the clap of thunder sounded, his tongue reached out to take possession of her mouth, plunging in roughly as rain flowed over their faces and into their mouths so that she was no longer sure where the taste of the rain ended and he began.
He pushed her back forcefully and she collided with the hard bricks next to the door. His fingers tangled in her dripping hair and his hands roamed across her upper body, tearing at the fabric of her blouse as he tried desperately to touch the skin beneath. He pressed his hips into her and she felt his hard erection against the joining of her hip and thigh. She should stop this. She knew it, but as the lightning sizzled in the air above them and the thunder followed less than a second behind, she found herself reaching between their bodies to undo the buttons of his fly with practiced hands.
Another bolt of lightning and the streetlights and the houses around them went dark. She felt his heat and the charge of the storm fill her body. She freed his erection and took his hard length in her damp palm. She didn't care about her neighbors; didn't care who might be watching them. For the moment they were cloaked in absolute blackness and all she wanted to do was feel.
"Inside," he muttered, and she felt him reach for the door handle.
"No. Here," she groaned as she gripped him tightly, wrapping her wet fingers around his shaft.
"I want to make love to you," he bit the tender flesh of her earlobe.
"And I want you to fuck me. Here." She started to work the tie of the cotton pants she wore.
Lightning flashed and he caught a glimpse of her face; so focused, so aroused. "You know I like it when you talk dirty, love, but if it's all the same to you I'd rather not be struck by lightning mid coitus. Please let's go inside and we can do it any way you want." It was hard to concentrate with her hand stroking him purposefully but for once he knew it was up to him to bring reason to the table. He wrapped his arms around her, guiding her through the door and into the deeper darkness of her apartment.
Once inside she immediately pulled away from him and he could hear the wet slap of her clothing as she discarded it. He quickly did the same, wishing he could have undressed her but afraid to push her in her current mood.
Before he had a chance to free his feet from the soaked pile of his jeans and briefs, she was in his arms. Her skin was cool to the touch but held feverish heat just below the surface.
Her nipples ached from the wash of cool air over her wet skin and the lightest brush against the beautifully smooth skin of his chest sent arcs of pleasure shooting straight to her sex. She pressed against him, rolling her hips against the hardness of his erection which was trapped between their bellies.
His hands slipped down her back and cupped her buttocks, lifting her slightly so that the base of his cock rubbed just above her clit.
She balanced on her toes, arms thrown around his neck for support as he teased her, growling low in his throat as his fingers kneaded her ass.
"What's your pleasure, love?" he muttered, trailing his tongue along the rim of her ear.
"Sofa," she gasped. Her bed was far too intimate a place for what she wanted from him at the moment and she wanted to be able to sleep later without the constant reminder of his come on her sheets.
Lightning flashed again, illuminating her for just a moment before everything went black and the thunder vibrated the windows of her apartment. She released him and walked over to the window, pulling back the curtains before opening it wide. The wind whipped in immediately, blowing papers from her end table and rustling the pages of discarded magazines. Raindrops spattered against the sill and she felt the splash borne on the breeze. She didn't care. If she could not be out in the storm, she would let the storm inside.
When she released him, he listened as she moved in the darkness. He heard the window open; felt the change in pressure and the rush of air. He quickly stepped out of his jeans, not caring for the moment that his shoes were buried beneath the sodden pile. He waited for her to come back. He could sense her still standing in front of the window, though he could see nothing. Lightning flashed again and he was startled to see her standing close to him, reaching for his hand.
She was at an advantage. He knew her apartment well but would most certainly have tripped over something without her guidance. The strobe effect of the lightning gave an otherworldly appearance to each one of her movements and he followed her, watching with rapt fascination each time the flash of light gave him a glimpse of her naked form.
Darkness.
She dropped his hand when she reached the couch. He waited for some sort of instruction, captivated by the way that she seemed driven by something deep inside her tonight. He was both curious and oddly frightened to discover whatever had possessed her.
Another flash of light and his heart was in his throat. She was on her knees on the couch, her beautiful hips and bottom facing toward him as she braced herself against the back of the sofa.
"Did you need an invitation Cal?" she purred at him over the low rumble of thunder.
"Not on your life." He stepped in, running a hand over her hips and back as he reached between her thighs and ran his fingers over her sex, not surprised to find her swollen folds already soft and wet. He ran his middle and index fingers on either side of her clit, rocking it back and forth as she whimpered softly. He worked his thumb inside of her, pressing in and out as he continued to tease her with his fingers until she was rolling her hips against him and moaning.
Lightning flashed again and his cock twitched and swelled at the impossibly lovely picture of Gillian's backside spread out in open invitation. He withdrew his fingers, gratified by her small moan of disappointment.
"Tell me what you want, love?" he growled, positioning himself behind her in anticipation.
"You know what I want," she said impatiently.
"You have to tell me Gillian. I need to hear it." He did. He couldn't see her face in the darkness, couldn't read whether she was convinced of the words she had said earlier and there was no way he was moving until he was absolutely sure.
"I want you to fuck me," she said confidently.
He wasn't the voice expert but he knew enough to be certain she meant what she said, even if he didn't completely understand why. He rubbed the head of his erection against her clit, closing his eyes as she whimpered and squirmed against him. Without another though he buried himself in her, his hips smacking hard against hers. He grabbed her hips and pulled her tightly against him, thrusting shallowly a few times as he opened her completely.
He would never tire of this feeling. The first few times they had been together he had prayed each time that somehow sex would become mundane and monotonous between them, that somehow he would tire of her once the newness of it had worn off and they had exhausted eight years of sexual tension. Each time, however, had only served to strengthen his addiction. The more he was with her, the more he thought of being with her until thought became a dangerous and all consuming need.
Cal was a man of passion, not violence when it came to sex, but as he pushed Gillian's hips forward and then drove into her full force while pulling her into him, he knew he was walking the fine line. She cried out and he heard her hands slip as she fought for purchase on the slick leather. He didn't wait. He quickly set a fierce rhythm that drove harsh grunts from his lungs with every brutal collision of their bodies.
Each time he impaled himself between her thighs she spiraled higher and higher. Each thrust sent intense waves of pleasure pulsing up and down her spine and the slap of his balls against her clit provided a counterpoint of sharp ecstasy. Her high pitched cries melded with his breathy groans and echoed on the wind that blew through the window.
When his muscles began to protest his frantic assault on her sex and his forehead beaded with perspiration he knew it would have to end soon. He withdrew from her without warning and threw himself next to her on the couch. He grabbed Gillian by the waist and pulled at her until her knees came to rest on either side of his thighs. Taking his cock in his hand, he pulled her down and quickly slipped back inside her, raising his hips to grind against her clit.
Gillian's head was spinning. One moment Cal was behind her, the next she was on his lap feeling his thick erection slide back into her. The hard pressure of his hip bone against her was everything she needed and she felt out of control as instinct took over. His strong hands forced her hips back and forth, back and forth in a rhythm that made her to cling to his shoulders for support. Her body strained for release; ached for it and yet she held on, reluctant to end the all consuming pleasure that filled her body.
He buried his face between her breasts and ran his tongue across her salty sweet skin, tasting the droplets of sweat and rainwater that dripped from her hair and migrated toward her belly. When he felt she had taken up the rhythm he had set on her own, he wrapped his arms tightly around the small of her back holding her to him. She was quiet now with the exception of each one of her harsh panting breaths. He could feel her whole body tensing in his arms, muscles contracting as she strove with purpose toward release.
The coiling tension was nearly unbearable and when Cal drew her aching nipple between his teeth and suckled her hard, she finally broke. She dug her fingernails into the soft flesh of his shoulders until she feared she might draw blood. She could feel his cock, still hard and firmly embedded inside of her and she focused every ounce of the energy pulsing through her on the feeling of him continuing to slide rhythmically in and out of her. Her upper body went limp as the peak of her orgasm faded slowly but she continued to roll her hips against his, aware that he had not come yet.
He held on through the waves of her release, panting as he focused on not coming. He had learned the responses of her body well over the last few months and he knew the perfect moment at which he could reliably bring her to a second orgasm. She still rocked against him slowly and just before the fluttering of her walls around him grew imperceptible, he used his thighs to thrust up into her roughly, tugging her hips with renewed intensity. This time he concentrated on the indescribable sensation of his cock slipping against her warm slick heat, feeling the pull and play of impending orgasm between his hips.
The peak of pleasure that had only just began to fade suddenly pulsed within her with renewed urgency. She knew she would come again as she had almost every time with him but she hung on, willing her body to wait until she heard the small and familiar catch in the back of his throat, a sort of animal 'hngt' sound that signaled the beginning of his release.
"Come with me Cal, I want you to," she whispered breathlessly.
Almost instantly his body went rigid and he stopped breathing as he arched his back, pressing into her as he groaned her name from between clenched teeth. His fingers would no doubt leave bruises on her beautiful skin as he gripped tighter with each convulsion that shook him and propelled hot fluid deep inside of her body. Four times he shuddered and caught his breath before his body was finally spent and he relaxed against her, breathing hard.
Her body trembled again and light broke behind her eyes. She smiled as her second orgasm washed over her, turning her spine and muscles to water. She didn't understand why there was wetness on her face but as Cal relaxed and panted harshly beneath her she realized tears were flowing and that she was powerless to stop them.
His body was still shuddering with the intensity of his orgasm and his heart hammered in his chest as if he had just run a marathon. He wrapped his arms around Gillian's waist and leaned to the side so that they lay twined in each other's arms, stretched out along the length of the sofa.
The storm had passed as they exhausted their passions and now only dim flashes of light and low muted rumbles reached them. The breeze through the window was now cool but felt wonderfully delicious against Gillian's sweat slickened skin.
Cal couldn't see her face in the darkness but as he ran his lips along her jaw he could taste the salt of her tears. His still racing heart hitched at the thought of the pain he was inflicting on her.
He stroked her back lovingly and muttered her name over and over. She could hear the regret behind every syllable and she wondered not for the first time exactly how far back his path of regret stretched.
"I'm so sorry Gillian. I've made such a mess of things. Such a terrible mess." He held the back of her head and cradled her to him as heaving sobs wracked his body. "I never wanted it to be like this."
"I don't know how to fix this, Cal but I don't blame you. It was my choice too," she sighed.
She felt him lift his head as he searched in vain for her face in the darkness. "You don't think I seduced you then?"
She couldn't help it; she had to laugh at the absolute sincerity in his voice. "Exactly what kind of power do you think you have over me Dr. Lightman?" she mocked, unable to suppress a small giggle.
"I don't know?" he was struggling now. "I'm your boss for one?" he tried.
"In what universe?" she scoffed.
"Fine, I have certain irresistible charms that women find…irresistible."
She could hear the smile in his voice and was happy that they could laugh together after a night like tonight. The storm that had been building was passing and perhaps they would find that the rain had washed a clear path toward a solution to their current dilemma. "You think I couldn't resist you?"
"Well, I'm saying, you know…you obviously didn't did you?"His voice was unmistakably smug.
"How about I start resisting right now?" She started to roll away from him playfully but he caught her in a forceful embrace.
"That could be fun, love, but you'll have to give me just a bit more time to recover," he growled as his teeth found the tender flesh just below her ear.
She surrendered to him, pushing aside thoughts of Wallowski, thoughts of their business, and thoughts of tomorrow. In her universe the only things that existed were the feel of his lips moving over her skin and the way her heart beat each time he murmured her name.
Happy birthday my lovely! Hope you enjoyed! p.s.I's thunderstorming right now!