This is for LightWoman. And she knows why! It didn't incorporate the three word prompt as I had originally planned, but it still works. Hope LightWoman isn't terribly disappointed!

WARNING: definite spoilers for "Darkness and Light" and a reference to "Exposed."

Disclaimer - the background situation for the plot isn't mine, but the conversation and rest of this brief story sure is! Samuel Baum = pure genius.

"Cal, do we need to talk about it?"

"Wha'sat, love?"

"This case...and perhaps things that happened during it."

"Well I wagered as much, but I'm not followin' ya exactly, Foster," he replied.

Gillian threw a look at him, a look that clearly said C'mon, Cal. You're not an idiot. You know exactly what I'm talking about.

"'fraid not, love," he lied, even though he knew Gillian would know that.

"Damn it, don't make me say it!"

"Well, apparently looks like you're the one who doesn't want to talk about it, considering the reaction you just had."

"The kiss, Cal, the kiss! Do we need to talk about it?"

"Why on Earth would we need to? It was just for work, right? A move quite appropriate for the role and situation, yea?"

"Sure it was all an appropriate part of the context, but admit it! There was a second there where you thought about taking it further. Maybe not right there at that very moment, but you thought about the near future of it happening, right?"

"Well, for one thing, I sure as bloody hell wouldn't want to have a threesome with you." Gillian shot him a nasty look, but Cal cut in before she could cut in. "'Cause I'd rather have you all to myself. And another thing, are you trying to say you were thinking about taking it further?"

Gillian couldn't help but smile. "Thanks, I guess, and maybe." Then she blushed. "I liked kissing you."

"Are you worried about things gettin' awkward between us, Foster?"

"Deflection. Why would they get awkward? I was thinking maybe…"

"Yeah, wha'sat? What were you thinkin'?"

Gillian smiled, "I was thinking maybe we should kiss more often. Less chaste than we've done for awhile, perhaps? That whole on the cheek, but dangerously close to the mouth thing?"

"Does 'is have anything to do with what I said to Burns?"

"Well I know you meant what you said."

"Course I did. Any sensibly-minded man would be crazy not to want you, Foster."

Gillian laughed. "Sensibly-minded? When did you become sensible, hmm?"

"No comment about that, love. You can stop trying to twist mah words. You know exactly what I meant."
"Yes, but I rather enjoyed that little quip. I won't say anything else."

"No, you wanna say it, don'cha, what I meant? Say it, I dare ya."

"Fine, are you saying you just want me for my body, Cal?"

"Well, that's not exactly a question I have to answer, is it? You already know."

"Hmm, well, yes I do. For the record, I have no desire to have a threesome."

"Liar!"

"I've thought about it, but I don't feel comfortable with something like that. I'm into serial monogamy, Cal."

"Just for sex, love? Or the whole lot of it?"

"All of it, and you know it."

"Right, o' course. You meant the part about being tied up though, didn't you? You fancy that idea quite a bit, eh?"

"Well, since we've decided to get so far into this, there's no turning back, Cal."

"Ah, so you want me to be the one to tie you up?"

Gillian just raised an eyebrow and looked at him seductively, but said nothing.

"Yeah, something like that, I can see it, love. Whad'ya say we grab a bite and see how that one plays out?"

"Mm, well, you know, another one of my little fantasies involves chocolate body paint."

He grinned. "Bloody hell, Foster. Who knew you were so adventurous?"

Gillian grinned right back. Then she leaned in and whispered in his ear, "Looks like you just might find out, Cal Lightman."