Okay, that's the second fic I post but the first that needed a real translation-work, so I'm really worried about all the mistakes I may have done.
Then, please, if you'll find some errors, tell me!
Having said that, hope you'll enjoy that one, it's post "Honey" 2x04, another point of view of what could have happened when Gill hopened the door.
(I shouldn't change the rating with "M", sholud I? Don't think so but not sure at 100%, so let me know.)


You almost died. Again. One time again your bloody job, and your bloody diamond.
Another gun pressed right on your temple, and another time you escaped it.
And also this time you went away, not looking nobody in the eyes, not even her.

You almost died.
And you know that.
You
know that, she knows that.

Now you're at her place, in front of her door.
You knock with a hand.
She opens the door.

You almost died.

You don't think, you just jump toward Gillian.
You press her against the wall and kiss her harder you wish.

The shock on her face you were waiting for don't appears, she just throws her hands around your neck and kisses you even harder than you've just done.
You hold her hips, pressing your pelvis against hers.
She leaps into your arms and you squeeze her thighs, puttin' her on the table.
She hits her back against the wall, but she seems don't give a hell about that.
You keep kissin' each other, her tongue in your mouth, your bodies closer and closer, she pressed against your length.

You can't really know how you get in the bedroom still dressed, but anyway it changes quickly.
She rips away your shirt, touchin' your naked chest as though she has been watin' for it for a very long time-and you really hope so.
Without losing even just a second you get away her shirt too, stoppin' for admiring only for a moment her bloody amazing curves, befor takin'off her bra.
Then you push her, makin' her fall on the mattress, while you get naked at all and climb on her, so now you can feel her warm skin meeting' yours, and it seems like it could kill you.

You look her in the eyes for a second, wanting to do it with calm, tellin' her how much you love her, but immediately you remember that gun, and the same does her, you can see it in her eyes, and so it's frenzied and ravenous again.
Your tongue meeting hers, her hands on your back and there, yours against her chest, her hips, everywhere.
Before you can realize it you're pushing in and out, hearin her moans.
Your eyes meets hers, and you can see it written all over her face: I love you, Cal.
And while you keep making love, you're sure she can see how much you love her in your face, too.
Since she hopened the door neither of you've said a single word.
But no words are necessary between you.
You just make love, and you do it all night.
You almost died.
You know it and she knows it, and that's why you need each other so bad.
Yeah, 'cause right now you need her more than breathing and she really needs you inside her to be sure you're alive.
Love, sex, feelings, desire...You're wearin' out it all tonight.

Neither of you have even thought about what you're doing, what it implys, what will happen.
No, you didn't think about consequences.
You're just doing it, because you need it.
You need it more than everything else in the whole world.
You're just living, like there's no tomorrow.


So what do you think? Let me now: reviews, advices and reprimands are always welcome!
I don't know if now I'll translate others One-Shots or I'll try to translate a Long (and in that case it will take me a very long time), so for the moment I can't tell you if I'll post again in a few days or (unfortunately) weeks, but I really hope it'll be the first case.
Bye bye and Callian-up!

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