I have a theory, which will hopefully become clear as you read this…Takes place after season 3 episode 5 right up to the end :(… Hands up who yelled at the tv at the end of The Canary's Song?
"I have a question?"
"What's that look mean?"
"Gillian. Do you love her?"
"Course I do darlin', course I love her."
"No, I mean really love her."
"Yeah."
"Then what are you waiting for."
"Cal?"
Her voice pulled him from his thoughts.
"You ok?" she asked "You've been distracted all evening."
Cal rolled over in bed and looked into the eyes of the woman next to him. "I'm fine luv. Just something Emily said."
"Care to share?"
Cal thought for a moment as Emily's words echoed again. What was he waiting for?
He reached out and ran his hand up his lovers body, admiring her naked form before touching her face.
"She asked me if I loved you."
Gillian smiled, the answer written across his face. Even though they had been in a romantic relationship for the past few months, she still found the word love coming from Cal's lips and directed at her hard to believe...
Flashback
"Thank you for cleaning up my mess...Gillian."
Gillian was momentarily taken aback, for two reasons. Firstly he had apologized. Cal Lightman had actually apologized and meant it. Secondly he called by her name, not Foster, Gillian.
"I can't wait for tomorrow."
"Why? What's tomorrow?"
"I get better looking every day."
He stepped towards her, into her space. His face inches from hers, testing to see how drunk she was. The fuzziness in her head disappeared, his lips coming sharply into focus. The alcohol had lowered her guard and the apology had lowered his. He stood in front of her exposed. Everything he felt for her, the gratitude, the respect, the desire, the love, clearly written across his face. A flush formed across her skin and her eyes darkened under his gaze. She felt as though he were staring into her soul, reading her thoughts. Cal's hands moved across her hips and around her back holding her gently yet surrounding her completely. Gillian ran her fingertips lightly across his chest. Her eyes shifted from his lips to his eyes . Electricity crackled between them. He pulled her in closer and she felt her knees weaken. She was sure the alcohol had nothing to do with her shaky legs. It was the intensity of the look in his eyes. Slowly, deliberately he pressed his lips to hers with a kiss that left her in no doubt that this was more than friendship. He moved back to gauge her reaction and to see if she would slap him. She didn't. Instead she followed him, her mouth seeking his. Her arms wound around his neck and her tongue pressed inside his mouth. Cal's hands began to roam her body and a fire began to burn out of control between them. Suddenly he pulled away. Gillian stumbled a little at the loss of contact.
"You're drunk." He informed her as if she was unaware. "Let's get you home."
Gillian's pout turned to a smile as she thought of the possibilities of having him in her house. He held out his hand and she took it letting him lead her out of the building.
Once his car reached her home she gave him a look that said 'what now?'
"Well I can't leave you alone in this state now can I?" he deadpanned.
She slapped his arm but let him follow her inside. Once inside their passion quickly reignited. She led him to her bedroom where they began to remove their clothes. They were down to their underwear when he broke contact again. Going to her bed he climbed in, pulling back the covers and patting the space beside him. Gillian smiled and crawled into his waiting arms. But instead of kissing her again he stroked her hair and said
"Sleep."
Gillian didn't know whether it was the half bottle of scotch or the fact she was touched by his chivalry but instead of disappointment she felt happy. The feeling of being held in his arms was enough for her tonight.
Waking in the morning however was a different story. Cal had used every ounce of self-control he had not to consummate their relationship last night. Gillian awoke to find him watching her, his face a mixture of admiration and uncertainty. She showed no signs that she was surprised he was there or any regrets, still he waited for her to make the first move. She smiled and shifted in his arms, pulling her body flush with his. He reached out touched her cheek gently as though afraid she might break. Her fingers ran up his arm lightly scratching his skin and he shivered under her touch. Cal licked his lips, the anticipation burning like fire in his veins. Her eyes held his and she could feel the effect she was having on him pressing into her. Teasingly slowly Gillian brought her lips to meet his in a kiss full of desire. The moment her lips touched his all of his uncertainty disappeared kissing every inch of her skin, marking her as his own. They spent the rest of the day teasing and holding each other, making love so many times they lost count.
