AUTHORS NOTE! I know this chapter is really short, but there's still more to come!

He saw her eyebrows rise for a split second. Her mouth was opened the slightest bit because of the surprise. He continued to stare at her, hoping for something verbal he could decode, not just the facial expressions she was showing. Much to his displeasure, she stood up again and walked to the counter. This time however he followed her lead. She was standing with her back towards him, and he decided to go for it; he knew that what he was feeling was in the moment, and it needed to be capitalized upon right then. He got up behind her and leaned in so his lips grazed gently against her ear as he whispered hoarsely to her.

"Gillian," He stopped to see if she'd try to escape him; she didn't "I know this doesn't make any sense. And I know that this breaks all sorts of rules. But you're a beautiful woman and I am just so damn attracted to you." Her hands were supporting her weight as she leaned onto the countertop, and she tensed up as his hot breath lingered around her ear and his body gently rubbed against her. He had moved his face away, unsure if anything was about to happen when she swung around to meet his gaze. He now noticed her pupils were wide; just as wide as his. He took that as a cue, and it was the only cue he needed. He leaned into her and stopped centimeters from her almost trembling lips. "You're okay with this?"

"Damnit Loker." And she closed the small space between them.

Loker had met her with enthusiasm, and had lifted Foster off of the ground, and was now carrying her, blindly, to somewhere where they could go from being vertical to horizontal. Loker had found her bedroom first and in one motion had gotten into their desired position on Foster's bed. Foster fumbled with Loker's sweater vest followed by his button-up polo underneath while Loker was fumbling with the zipper on the back of her violet dress. Finally their outer garments were taken care of. A few moments later, every clothing item and accessory that they had just been wearing were scattered amongst the room. Loker looked down at Foster with seriousness written across his face. He prayed she understood what he was trying to tell her. She brought a free hand to his face and caressed it, and then brought his ear next to her so she could whisper to him. "I need this as much as you do."