I do not Own Lie to me or any of the Characters.

The antidote for Fear.

Patients was not a virtue he Possessed he was a pusher, he liked to make things happen, patients was definitely over rated. Up until now he had been a very patient man, he had played the game, toed her imaginary line but that was all about to end tonight. Tonight he was going to make his move. The rain on his window made him shudder, the sound of any form of running water brought back memories of the vicious attack, his breath caught in his throat as the memory hit him as hard as the heavy gushes of water had. He gulped down another glass of whisky and slammed the glass a little too abruptly onto his desk. He filled it again with the smooth, yellow liquid, he needed to forget, he needed to wash it away to blot out the fear.

"Shall I come back later?" Gillian Fosters voice, as smooth as the fine Whiskey he was downing enquired. Cal shook his head and motioned for her to come in. She approached his desk tentatively, noting the various empty bottles of miniatures that were strewn across the floor. Sighing deeply she got on her hands and knees and began to pick them up. Cal lent to the right, giving him and advantageous view of her backside.

"Bloody fine arse you have there Foster!" He said licking his lips.

"Cal!" Gillian scolded as she stood up. "I'll put that comment down to the state that you're in!" She shook her head and walked towards the bin situated near the sofa in his office. Cal laughed and stood up.

"The state I'm in?" he inquired innocently as he approached where Gillian was standing.

"Yes Cal, you're drunk."

"No luv. I've been drinking but I'm defiantly not drunk." Gillian scowled at him and threw the bottled into the bin " And….I was telling the truth …..you do have a bloody nice arse!" He grinned leaning to one side in an attempt to view it.

"Cal!" A rosey pink flush blossomed on Gillian's cheeks.

"Oh come on Foster." He stepped towards her, invading her personal space. "You must know that I'm constantly checking out your arse, your legs…your…." His voice trailed off as his eyes lustily swept over her body. Gillian gave a slight shudder of pleasure. She was ashamed to admit that hearing him talk like that, to admit that he thought about her in a sexual way, to look at her like that, it aroused her. Cal saw it. He saw the way her breath slightly quickened causing her chest to rise and fall that little bit faster. He saw the flush on her cheeks deepen and the slight dilatation of her pupils. Gotcha. He grinned inwardly and stepped forward again until his face was inches from hers. He resolved had been waining for a while. He had seen it that night when she refused his off for 'a bite'. Her mouth had said no but her eyes, those pretty blue eyes has said yes and so much more.

"Cal!" Her voice low and raspy. He was so close she could feel his breath on his face, the warmth radiating from his body. "You're only behaving like this because you're drunk."

"I told you Foster, I'm not drunk" He growled. His heart was hammering and his whole body tingled from the adrenalin that surged through him. His hazel flecked eyes were fixed on her bright blue ones which were staring back at him. He saw the arousal, excitement and slight fear that twinkled in them. They stood motionless, the room filled with the sound of their labouring breaths and the rain hammering on the window. Cal closed his eyes. That sound, that bloody sound of water. He needed the pain, the fear to go away, alcohol didn't help, nothing no one else could ease his misery, but she could. He needed to loose himself in Gillian Foster, in the love that seared his soul. Gillian made the slightest movement, the smallest twitch and it made him snap.

He lunged for her, gripping her by the hair. His weight on her and the force of the lunge caused them to fall heavily on the sofa. Before she could let a sound slip for her mouth his lips were on hers, kissing her roughly. She couldn't move, his rough grip on her hair and the weight of his body held her in place. Excitement and terror intermingled in her shaking form. On one level she wanted this, the hot rough kisses that he was frantically planting on her and the feel of his hands groping her body were not unwanted, but on the other, the ferocity with which he was performing such acts filled her with fear.

"See how much I want you Foster." He whispered gruffly in her ear as she guided her hand towards the straining buldge in his pants. Gillian gasped to feel how hard he was, causing Cal to grin broadly.

"Cal, should we be doing this. I don't'…I don't know…." She could hardly speak from the weight of him on her chest.

"If you don't want me to do this say now Foster, because I can't hold back much longer." His kissed her again before tracing the line of her neck with his tongue. Gillian let out a small moan of pleasure.

"I'll take that as a go ahead then." His hanf moved down to the hem of her dress and yaked it roughly upwards causing the delicate silk to tear as he pulled it.

"Cal!" Gillian protested at the sound of her dress ripping. Cal paid her no heed and with her legs and panties exposed he slid his hand up her thigh. Gillian gasped as he slipped two fingers inside of her panties and began to explore her womanhood.

"Fuck you feel Good Foster." Cal's voice was barely audible. Leaving two fingers inside of her her moved his thumb to her cilt and began to expertly stimulate her.

"Cal" she whimpered as she writhed with pleasure.

"Does that feel good?" he asked as he increased the speed of his movements.

"Yes, god yes." She panted. She clamped her eyes shut and bit her bottom lip, Cal grinned, she was close. With a final thrust of this fingers and a flick of his thumb, her body jerked. Her back arched and eyes flew open, the full ecstasy of her orgasm flooding her beautiful face. With an artful ease he unzipped his pants to reveal his turgid member. Her eyes were closed as she laid on the sofa enveloped in the blissful delight her orgasm had given her, she didn't see the penetration coming, but she felt it. Pulling his hips back he thust into her deeply and savagely. She squealed as the length and width of him filled her. Cal Grinned before pulling almost all the way out and plunging himself back in.

"Is that good?" he asked lustfully.

"y..y…yes." she flung her arms above her head and dung her nails into the arm of the sofa. His thrusts became harder and faster. Panting and groaning he hurtled towards the sweet, blissful release that he so desired. He lost himself in the act, he lost himself in being inside of Gillian Foster, being enveloped by her.

"Cal…oh god Cal…" she screamed as her own orgasm hit her. Hearing her scream his name, the spasm of her around his cock as she came drove him wild and he could feel his own orgasm vying for release. He gripped her hips tighter and Pound harder and deeper.

"Oh fuck Foster…." He panted " You're amazing, this feels amazing." She moaned again and lifted her hips to meet his frantic thrusts, allowing him to penetrate her deeper.

"Oh fuck…oh fuck….Gillian…..Gillian" His eyes sort hers, as they locked together he was going to tell her, to tell her that he loved her, what better time to confess love when perform the act of love.

"Yes" she breathed. He opened his mouth and his body jerked, a warmth began to rise within him.

"I'm gonna cum!" with ones last ferocious thrust the sweet delirium of orgasm exploded in him and he crumpled onto her.

"Shit." He gasped as he laid flush with a panting Gillian.

"What, was it not good? He voice laced with hurt and concern. Cal lifted himself up and looked at her flushed confused face.

"No…it was amazing…it's just at the end I had wanted to say" Cal looked away awkwardly.

"Yes?" Gillian probed.

"I had wanted to tell you that I loved you." Gillian took a sharp intake of breath. The silence seemed like eternity and Cal was beginning to sorely regret saying anything.

"I love you too." She finaly said, kissing his forhead tenderly. Cal smiled broadly at her.

"Bloody orgasm getting in the way of that." He snorted. For a second Gillian pursed her lips, before breaking down into an uncontrollable fit of laughter, Cal stared at her bemused. "What's so funny?"

"I never thought I would hear a man cursing an orgasm!" she laughed. Cal raised his eyebrows.

"You have a point there luv. Sounds pretty absurd doesn't it." Gillian nodded and her laughter infected Cal with it's gaiety.

Cal rolled over and situated himseld behind her, encirciling her with his arms.

"I'm sorry." His voice laden with regret as he gently kissed her.

"What for?"

"I didn't want the first time to be like that…I…I wanted it to be more…Loving…but I just needed you" His voice cracked slightly as he tightened his grip on smiled and twisted her head to face him. She understood, she knew he was plagued by the terror that had been inflicted on him, not only from the recent events but from all the hurt and torment that he had endure throughout the years. A rush of love welled inside of her, she was flattered that he needed her to make his pain subside. Not just have her physically, he could get that from anyone, but to have her mind, her soul, her love.

"It's ok." She said softy. "I enjoyed it" she blushed profusely and Cal grinned. "And next time…next time it can be more loving." Cal's smiled broadened.

"So, theres going to be a next time then?" Gillian giggled and nodded.

"Yes Cal, there's going to be a next time, if you want?"

"Bloody hell Foster….Gillian" he corrected, calling her Foster didn't seem intimate enough any more. "That's like asking if the pope is Catholic. If course I want there to be a next time." Gillian smiled and motioned to get up.

"Where are you going?" Cal growled as he tightened his grip on her.

"I'm getting up" She laughed.

"No your not!" Cal protested and squeezed her closer to him.

"Cal! Surley your not after round two already!" she teased. Cal shook his head, the smile slightly slipping from his face, the traces of hurt and fear flashing though his eyes.

"No, but…I just want you close to me for now…alright?" Gillian loving stroked his face and acquiesced, laying peacefully in his arms. Cal nuzzled his face into her hair, smelled it's sweet scent. He relished the warmth of softness of her body against him. Suddenly he felt exhausted, the tingle of his orgasm, mixed with the blissful delight of having the woman he loved in his arms relaxed his whole being, soothing away the troubles and fear that had stabbed at him earlier.

"I love you Gillian" he said wearily.

"I love you to Cal" She whispered back. They were the last words he heard before he surrendered to sleep.

With wide eyes her peered through the study door into Cal's office, his heart was pounding. He tried to force the impish smile from his face and banish the images of the hot sex that he had just witnessed from his head. The sight of Lightman screwing did nothing for him, but Gillian Foster on the throws of passion, now that aroused him. He had never intended to stay, to watch the whole erotic event play out, but once it had started he was enthralled. The sexual tension between his two bosses was practically palpable, it had only been a matter of time before something happened between them, but…he had never expected to witness it. Carefully picking up the files he had originally ventured into Cal's study for, Eli Loker slowly and silently departed through the back entrance.

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