As Clara left the building Gillian sat down sighing while Cal swung his feet up onto the corner of the desk and watched her.
"Well. Our company is ours again," she said, an unreadable expression on her face. Cal hadn't missed the quick swallow she'd made as she said 'ours'. He smirked.
"Yes, it is luv. I think that deserves a drink." Leaning down the back of his chair he pulled a bottle of scotch and two glasses from the bottom drawer of the desk. He poured a generous amount into each glass and pushed hers across the table to her.
"Thanks" she said, lifting the glass to her lips but not before clinking it off his briefly. They remained silent for a long time.
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Eventually, Cal spoke up. His glass was almost empty.
"I have to go home and have words with my daughter." Gillian looked at him curiously. The tone of his voice should have suggested authority but instead he almost sounded sheepish.
"Dare I ask why?"
"She kissed Loker." Gillian's eyes widened.
"What? Please tell me you haven't fired one of our most promising employees." Cal swung his legs off the desk and waved his hands a bit for effect.
"Nah, nah, don't get so dramatic. He 'friended' her on some of those internet sites. He started trying to play big brother so she picked…the most controversial way she could to get rid of him." Gillian stifled a laugh.
"Well she's her father's daughter then." He smirked.
"Yeah. And then he told me. I didn't realise what Em was up to. And I hit him." Gillian sat forward in her chair, almost choking on the sip of scotch she had taken.
"You what?" Cal shrugged, "Cal! He could sue! Harassment in the work place…" Cal shook his head.
"Don't be stupid. What would he argue? "I kissed the boss's 16 year old daughter, he hit me and now I'm suing?" And. And he'd have to deal with Zoe." Gillian was about to speak but stopped herself, thinking about that last remark.
"You're right. He's not going to sue." Cal smirked, sitting back in his chair again, pouring them each another helping of scotch.
"I thought you had to go?" she asked, happily accepting the extra scotch. He shrugged.
"I'm working late. Or, if you prefer, mixing business with pleasure." Gillian's eyes widened slightly at this remark and she hoped he hadn't seen it. If he had, he didn't mention it.
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"You know, you never answer Addison's question." Cal said suddenly. They had had another bout of silence, the kind of companionable silence that they both liked to simmer in, usually while they worked out something to say to one another.
"What question?" she asked though she knew damn well what question he was talking about. He looked at her.
"You know what question." Gillian gulped.
"Well you didn't answer it either," she said, trying her best to sound accusatory.
"Stop deflecting. And anyway I did try to answer it but you cut me off!" He picked up his glass and sank another helping of it. Gillian shook her head.
"Cal, there were more important things to worry about…" He nodded.
"Alright then, answer it now." Gillian froze, glancing quickly at his face to see if he was serious. She knew before she even looked. She always knew by the tone in his voice. Deciding attack was the best form of defence she countered him.
"You answer it."
"Ask me and I will." She shrugged.
"Have you ever thought about it?"
"Thought about what?" Gillian glared at him. She saw what he was doing. He was trying to read her when she was using the expression 'business and pleasure', which meant he had seen her face earlier when he'd brought it up. Her jaw locked in annoyance.
"Have you ever thought about mixing business and pleasure?" she asked, taking a sip of her scotch for courage. Cal looked at her, his top lip curling up into the smirk that always showed off his teeth, made him look wild, feral.
"That wasn't what he asked." Gillian frowned, looking at him quizzically. He smirked back; a smug, knowing smirk and she wondered if he went home and practiced that look in the mirror.
"Between us." He said quickly then, "you need to add 'between us' onto the end of the question." Off her glare, he grinned at her and she shook her head, draining the last of her scotch and sliding the glass over to him. He caught it effortlessly.
"I'm going home," she said standing up and he frowned. She was pissed off. That much he could tell. He watched as she gathered her coat and started to pull it on, then he drained the last of his scotch too.
"Was it something I said?" he asked. The question earned him a curt shake of the head.
"I'm tired. I'm going home to get some rest." He tilted his head.
"Nah, that's bollocks," he said, standing up and walking around the desk to stand in front of her. She moved to walk around him but he clasped her wrist in his hand. She looked at him.
"What's wrong Foster? Why you scarpering off all of a sudden? You afraid? You afraid of what I might have answered?" She looked at him, stifling a laugh and shaking her head.
"Cal, asking you a question about mixing business with pleasure…I know exactly what you're going to say." She turned away from him and tried to walk away but his hand was still clasped around her wrist. He pulled her gently back towards himself.
"That's true," he said, stealing a quick glance at her lips, (which she saw), before looking back, catching her eyes in his, "So you're not afraid of something I might say." He cut off his statement and Gillian suddenly felt incredibly uncomfortable. Only he could do this to her, make her feel so uncomfortable and yet anticipatory both at the same time.
"Cal…"
"You're afraid of something you might say. Am I right?" She turned her head away from him. This was why they had the line in place. So he wouldn't question her every move and miniscule reaction to things.
She closed her eyes when she felt his hand on her cheek turning her back to face him. She swallowed as her eyes met his. They were open and inviting, something she didn't see too often in him.
"Go on luv. Tell me what you're afraid to say." She looked at him as he searched her eyes and face for some hint of what was going on in her head. She sighed to herself. It wasn't as if he didn't know anyway.
"If you must know, I've thought about nothing else over the last eight years. But even more in the last year. Now can I go home?" she recited it off as if she had learned it off in her head. In reality she kind of had because she'd realised from the start of their conversation that he was going to haul it out of her. She felt his thumb stroke her cheek where he still held his hand. His other one had found its way to her arm and he was tracing circles through the material of her coat.
"Do you want to go home?" he asked innocently and her eye caught in his again. Slowly she nodded letting him draw her body into his. His hand pushed the hair back from her face as he leaned forward and kissed her. She let her hands fall to his chest and he tilted his head to deepen the kiss. He felt one of her hands creep into his hair as he nails scratched at his scalp and he thought that at that very moment he'd never felt anything more erotic in his life. Unable to himself, he pulled at the buckle on her coat, freeing it and pushing it off her shoulders to fall to the floor. Slowly he began pushing her back towards his study, their lips never parting as they moved.
Inside he pushed her against the steps, seating her unceremoniously on the fifth step as he kneeled on the third for better access to her. He hands trailed down her waist on to her thighs as he parted her legs and pulled her towards him. Regaining a standing position, he pulled her closer to him again as he pawed at her suit jacket, pulling it off behind her as his other hand worked at her blouse buttons. She shed his jacket and was working on his shirt buttons, their breaths intermingling between them, neither saying anything, neither able to.
As they each shed their shirts, Cal took a slight step back to look at her – half naked on his study ladder and his lip curled up into that feral grin again. Gillian knew then and there what it was about him that attracted the multitudes of women that he did. It was the danger that he exuded. She stifled a laugh and shook her head.
"What?" he asked stepping back into her again, pulling her to him so he could reach behind her to undo her skirt.
"That grin. It makes you look wild." He glanced at her with dancing eyebrows.
"Oh yeah? You have no idea luv…" She swatted his arm as he pulled her skirt from her, leaving her sitting there in matching black lingerie. Black under a white shirt, he licked his lips. It was as if she was trying to tease him all this time.
"My study ladder has never looked this good." She laughed, pulling him back into her as they kissed again, hungrily and her hands moved to his belt buckle, undoing it easily. She slipped her hand inside to cup him through his boxers and he moaned into her mouth, his hand sliding the front of her stomach to touch her through her panties. He couldn't help but notice how aroused she already was and again he moaned into her mouth before breaking the kiss, resting his forehead against hers.
"This for me, luv?" He moved his first and second finger against her again and she moaned. He grinned but only for a moment as her hand tightened around him again through his boxers.
"Fucking hell…"
"Tit for tat Cal." She smiled smugly at him and he laughed.
"Speaking of…" His hand snaked behind her back and expertly unclasped her bra.
"One handed Cal. I'm impressed," she caught his bottom lip between hers.
"Bit early to be impressed luv, save some for later." He grinned, his tongue running along her bottom lip as he pulled the bra off, hitting a snag only when he realised that she would have to remove her hand from his pants in order to remove it fully. He looked at her, his gaze bypassing her magnificent chest for the moment. She answered his question before he'd even asked it when she removed her hand, letting her bra drop to the floor on top of the rest of her clothes. He smirked and kissed her again, his hands sliding down along her chest, taking her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. Abandoning her lips he kissed a trail down her neck, her collar bone and to her breast where he worked both nipples with his tongue, Gillian's hands on his shoulders, nails scratching him.
Gillian had closed her eyes as she let his ministrations relax her. It was only when she felt his lips creeping down her stomach to the waistband of her panties that she opened them, one hand sliding into his hair, urging him lower. The feel of his teeth on her skin caused her to jerk as he took the fabric between his teeth and pulled. She felt his hands on either side of her waist pulling them off her. She had barely stepped out of them when his tongue was on her and she grasped his hair so tight she was afraid she would tear it from his scalp. Her other hand grasped his shoulder as he slowly brought her within inches of climax. She had just clenched her eyes in anticipation when he stopped. Her eyes flew open and she looked down, seeing him stare up at her, a grin on his face, sweat on his brow and…blood on his shoulder. He glanced sideways at it as he kissed his way back up her body.
"Getting a bit rough aren't you darling?" The site of it had been enough to calm Gillian's arousal significantly.
"Cal, I'm so sorry…." He silenced her with a kiss.
"It's alright. You can pay me back later." His hand crept to her thigh and pulled her leg up over his hip bone as he settled himself between her legs. He looked at her, a question in his eyes – is this ok? She smiled and nodded, pulling him into a kiss as he entered her and she let out a loud squeal. It had been a long time. He grinned as he slowly began to move inside her, using the back of the step as leverage, his other hand holding her head to him as he kissed her neck. For what it was worth, Gillian was experiencing sheer bliss, arching her back into each thrust helping him hit her at exactly the right angle until it was only a matter of time before she hit her climax. He grinned at her as he increased his speed, feeling himself getting close to release with her. As he came, he reached his hand between them and Gillian followed him, her moans threatening to alert the security guards only he silenced her with a kiss as she rode out wave after wave of pleasure.
He was still kissing her when the power of speech and feeling returned to her. They broke breathless, Gillian running a hand over his cheek and kissing him as she tried to regain her breath. Silently, they redressed, Gillian pausing long enough to button his shirt and he doing the same for her. She wondered if anyone had ever discovered the sexiness that lay in redressing a man after undressing him.
"So, was Clara that good?" she asked mischievously.
"Who's Clara?" he asked without looking up but she could see the corner of his lip quirk momentarily. She smiled. She still had it, it seemed.
"I'm going home," she said suddenly and he looked up, nodding. "You want to come?" she asked off his look and he grinned back at her.
"Depends. We talking business or pleasure?" he asked pulling his jacket on over the now blood stained shirt. She smirked and stepped in close to him, leaning in to whisper in his ear.
"Strictly pleasure," she said, nipping his earlobe between her teeth and planting a soft kiss just below his ear before pulling back. He looked at he for a moment before turning and marching out into the office.
"I'll drive." He yelled as she followed after him, picking up her coat on the way.
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Ok so I've never written smut for LTM before – hope this is ok. I have an idea for a short second chapter. Should I do it? Read and Review!