AN: M rated chapter.

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Emily had called to make sure her father was all right, trapped in his snow storm. But then they had got cut off so Cal had to call her back. A quick check in turned into a fifteen minute conversation. As they were saying goodbye Cal wandered slowly back towards the restaurant. He spotted Gillian at the bar. She was red cheeked and laughing and flirting with a guy! Cal felt a rush of heat in his chest and his daughter's voice cut out of his ears. He left her alone for two bloody minutes and some guy had creeped on in!

"Dad?"

"I have to go. Call you tomorrow," Cal responded abruptly and hung up on her. He strode across the space to the bar and inserted himself between the two.

"Cal," Gillian gave him a smile. "This is Peter."

"I don't give a toss who he is," Cal growled.

The smile disappeared off her face quickly and he saw her nostrils flare in anger. "Don't be rude," she said evenly while staring at him hard.

"I'll leave you guys to it," Peter stood easily from his bar stool. He was six feet tall, a good four inches more than Cal. Cal half ignored him, half moved out of the way so he could leave. Gillian opened her mouth to protest but Peter made a quick exit.

"Well that was incredibly rude."

"He left of his own volition," Cal responded feeling inexplicably hurt.

"Because you basically told him to 'bugger off' with your body language. Wouldn't take an expert to read that," Gillian rolled her eyes and swallowed the last of her drink.

"Are we havin' dinna or what?" Cal wanted to swiftly move the evening back on track.

"I'm not sure I'm hungry anymore," Gillian resisted, looking him pointedly in the eye. She slipped off her bar stool to stand before him.

"Fine then. What are you gonna do?"

"Surprisingly, I don't actually have to tell you my plans," Gillian responded starting to walk around him.

"I'm not gonna come up and find a 'do not disturb' sign on the knob am I?"

"Oh shut up Cal! It was a conversation!" Her eyes flashed in fury.

"Really? Cos it looked like he was all ova you."

"And that's none of your god damn business!" Gillian raised her voice slightly, stepping in to his space. "God!" She turned away to leave as she hissed out that word but a second later she spun back to face him, getting closer still. "You always do this to me. It is none of your business who I talk to."

"You mean, who you sleep with," Cal accused.

"Yes. I mean who I sleep with, or who I spend time with or who I have relationships with!" She barely paused. "Stop acting like a jealous two year old. No other man has ever come between you and me. Not even my husband. So stop acting like I'm going to find someone else and leave you!" She started to walk away.

Cal shoved all of that other stuff aside as took two steps to catch up to her and caught her elbow. He picked up on just one word. "I'm not jealous!"

"You are jealous!" Gillian turned out of his grasp and jabbed a finger in his direction. "I can see it all over your face!"

Cal batted her finger out of the way.

"That's really annoying isn't it?" Gillian accused. "Now maybe you'll understand what it's like for other people to be on the receiving end of it."

Cal was surprised by the intensity of the argument all ready, particularly by her vehemence, but he couldn't back down. It just wasn't in his nature. It wasn't that he wanted to be right...all right, it was that he wanted to be right, but it was also that he wanted to see whatever it was beneath her surface that was making her act this way. She never fought back so obnoxiously. She never fought back so publicly. She usually just seethed and told him off about it later. Or worse, didn't tell him off at all. So he did what he'd been doing for the last six months, acted like a giant dick head to see what kind of reaction he could get out of her.

He got closer to her, accused her of picking up any warm body in the bar, including the bar tender, if it meant she had a warm body to cling to tonight.

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She kneed him in the side of the thigh. She had been aiming for his groin but he turned slightly and she missed, but still, the force of it was enough to hurt, and that was fine by her. And the very action of kneeing him in the place she knew would physically hurt him the most... It made her feel good and it did actually help to sooth the insane heat of anger he had ignited in her stomach and, sadly, her groin. She stormed out of the room as he gave a little strangled cry that indicated just how much that had hurt him. She was so angry her hands shook slightly as she pressed the button for the elevator. She was so angry because he was partly right. She really did want a warm body to cling to tonight but not just some random guy she had picked up in a bar, she hadn't done that since she was in college. She wanted someone to love her, unconditionally, like she loved Sophie and like she had loved Burns and even Alec once upon a time.

As she stepped out of the elevator the door to the stairs crashed closed and Cal was there breathing heavily. He must have really moved it to almost beat her up. She turned away from him, hopefully hiding her surprise but probably not, and started to stalk down the corridor. Cal caught up to her easily and attempted to brush past her but she closed the distance and he ended up sprawling into the wall, which meant she got to the room first and was just pushing the door open when he came up behind her and pressed his chest into her back. He was warm, no hot, fiery hot, she could feel it through both layers of their clothing. He shoved her with his chest, forcing her into the room at a much faster pace than she intended so she almost stumbled into the wall. She stuck out a hand to steady herself and recovered before it looked anything more like a nuisance.

"Leave me alone Cal," she requested annoyed. Only one room? For god's sake!

"Oh fuck off!" Cal responded in exasperation. "There is no way eitha of us is leavin' this room until we sort whateva the hell has been between us out."

Gillian's eyes flashed in defiance. "Why don't you get a shrink in here then? Because I'm going to need one to figure your head out."

"My head?" Cal asked incredulously, taking a step towards her. "Your head needs to be shrunk back into perspective. You're the one actin' like a nut job."

"Me a nut job?" Gillian queried back with the same intensity. She got closer to him too, lest she give him the advantage of dominating their space. "What the hell was that spectacular display downstairs then?"

"I could ask the same of you. Not exactly your style, chattin' up strangas in a bar."

Gillian narrowed her eyes at him. "And what the hell would you know about my 'style'." She rabbit eared her fingers in his face. He shoved her hands down and clung on to her wrists and she immediately struggled to get out of his grasp. "God you're such an arrogant bastard. You think you know everything about everyone?"

"I know you!" Cal tried to cut in.

Gillian raised her voice. "No Cal you think you know me but you don't know jack about it!"

"Then why don't you bloody well tell me about it and save us both the trouble!" He yelled back.

Gillian finally slipped her hands free. She gave his shoulders a shove. Cal stepped in closer, closer and closer until she found herself backing up. "Shove me again, and I'll shove you back," he growled at her, his eyes seeming very dark all of a sudden. Gillian rationalised that she should feel afraid, but that fire he'd set in her pelvis flared suddenly and white hot heat seared through her entire body until she could feel her scalp prickle. Logic flew out of her and she grabbed him and kissed him. Cal had his body pressing into her a second later, their tongues in each other's mouths and Gillian couldn't breathe for what felt like a full ten seconds.

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Cal pressed her up against the wall and kissed her all ready hot neck. Gillian rubbed her entire body the length of his, chest against chest, pelvis against pelvis, groin against groin, thighs against thighs. "Oh Jesus fuck Cal!" She groaned loudly. Cal bit her neck in surprise at the profanity. Angelic Gillian with a dirty mouth? She squirmed roughly against him in the very little amount of space he allowed her to have without crushing her lungs too, hands tugging roughly at his clothing.

Cal's body throbbed so violently he thought there was every chance he'd drop dead from a heart attack. The way she kissed him was so damn passionate and the heat off her body was driving him wild and the way she moaned and ground against him... he just about went weak at the knees. She dug into his pants first and clasped cool fingers around him and he did go weak at the knees. His head knocked heavily against the wall and he bit down on her shoulder as he dropped a foot. Gillian gave him a shove and he stumbled back, trousers slipping down his thighs, his shirt open and tangling in his arms. She was on him a second later, pushing him again, backwards again, towards the bed. Cal dropped on to it heavily and she climbed into his lap and he was loving that she was being so aggressive. He didn't think it would be like this with her.

Except he wasn't quite on the bed and they fell to the floor in a heap but Gillian didn't stop. Even when Cal tried to get up she just grabbed him and bit his lip hard and shoved his underwear down. He didn't think she would groan her pleasure so ruggedly, would kiss him so roughly, would demand that he fuck her right now.

"Now Cal," she insisted, using her body weight to push him back against the floor. "Mmmm oh god just fuck me right now!"

The more she talked, the more excited Cal got and the more likely he was to respond to her requests. He turned her over, roughly dug under her skirt, feeling his way to underwear and beyond it. He was aware in the back of his mind that they were both still mostly dressed, that they hadn't spent time exploring each other and that this was certainly not making love to her. And they were on the floor. But she kept asking, begging, demanding and he was compelled beyond reason to please her.

"Now!" Gillian called out pulling him closer to her, tugging at his shirt to get him closer. "Fuck me Cal! Fuck me Cal!"

"Oh GOD!" Cal groaned, his voice actually cracking as he slid into her, struggling to get a foothold on anything. His head was swimming, his body pounding and he just couldn't get close enough to her. There were too many clothes in the way. He shoved her skirt up higher and found purchase for his knees on the carpet, balanced his weight and thrust again.

"Oooo-oooooo-oooooooo," Gillian moaned her eyes rolling back in her head. "Go Cal," she whispered. "Fuck me."

Cal found an even better position and set up a fast tempo.

"Yes!" Gillian's hand gripped his bicep. "Just like that! Fuck me!"

Like he needed any more encouragement. In fact he was worried about ending it too soon. But he didn't have any control of this situation whatsoever and so he complied and when she started crying out in 'oh's!' and 'Cal's!' and 'fuck!' he lost it and then had to keep going to make sure she did too.

He rolled away from her, his back flat against the carpet, breathing heavily, wondering what the hell had happened and thinking from that moment on his life wouldn't be the same. Sex changed everything. "Is that what you wanted?" Cal asked. "A good hard shag?"

Gillian's hand shot out to punch him on the front of his shoulder. It wasn't very hard even though it had some force behind it. Then she started giggling. Her giggles turned into laughing and Cal found himself chuckling too. She laughed until she had tears in her eyes and Cal was bewildered. She wiped them away and sat up slightly. She studied him for a moment and then moved in closer. She kissed his neck while she climbed over his waist. "What's your recovery time like Cal?" She kissed his mouth, long, hard, wet. Cal's stomach flip flopped so hard he wondered if she could feel it beneath her. "I want to do it again."

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