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A mouse
Cal stared at his computer screen. He couldn't believe that Gillian had stopped doing….Well… Everything. He leaned with his hands on his desk as he looked up again. He heard a giggle coming from her office. He sighed deep.
Cal dropped himself in his chair as he stared blankly at the screen now.
'Oy!' He shouted shocked as he saw Gillian making her way slowly through the hallway along his office.
Gillian looked up at him and stopped for a moment while he made his way over to her quickly.
'What are you doing?' Cal asked.
She just stared at him, with her mouth slightly open. He knew that stare, she gave him that one when she thought he asked her a stupid question. He had to admit that this woman could really drive him up and down walls.
'Home of course Cal. And this was the last time that I overworked.' Giggle. 'Worked over.' Hiccup.
'Overworked? You mean drunk yourself under office hours.' Cal stated as his eyes travelled up her body and face to take her state in.
Hiccup. 'I really don't –hiccup- like your tone doctor Li-hiccup-tman. I'm leaving now.'
She began to walk further as she made weird moves with her hands with every step.
'You're going with bare feet?' Cal called after her as he looked at her bare feet.
Gillian looked at him and then looked down at her feet too. She looked behind her in confusion. 'Where are my shoes? Heels?' She looked at the ceiling in thought. Had she been wearing shoes or heels? Probably heels. But why couldn't she remember?
'I'm going to get you home.' Cal stated as he shook his head. She was getting in that state where she didn't know what she was doing anymore. He didn't want her in any danger.
'No thank you.' Gillian answered honestly as she turned on her bare feet and began to do something that looked like walking but didn't bring her very far.
Cal had his mouth open as he just stared at her while she tried to make her way back to her office. He had seen her a bit tipsy before, maybe slightly drunk once, but this. Not like this.
'You get your heels, I'll be over in a minute.' Cal told her as he went inside his office again.
Cal shut off his computer. There was no way he was letting her go outside alone. He hated this. He hated how guilty he felt. He could feel this nagging, cold feeling in his chest. He wanted Torres to be here to help Gillian so he wouldn't be confronted with her. But Torres had already left hours ago and he knew that she'd went to a party.
Well, it wouldn't be that hard to get her home. She probably wouldn't even remember what she had said and done in the morning, so why should he? He could just simply forget how hurt she was about what he had said to her days ago. He just didn't want to care about her feelings. He couldn't. He had to distance himself from her, and that was exactly what he had been doing. And he was managing well. A drunken Foster wouldn't change that. He sighed as he left his office and made his way over to hers.
He frowned his brows as he heard singing coming from her office. O, no. This was getting worse.
'Round and round the w –hiccup- eel goes, the wheel goes, the whee –hiccup- goes.'
Cal walked in a and found Gillian sitting wide legged on the floor. God, that woman was lean. She had the bottle in one hand and took another swig. He sighed as he walked towards her.
'I should say that you had enough yeah?' Cal said as he bended towards her to grab the bottle away.
Gillian held it back. 'No! Go away Cat-Cal.' Hiccup, giggle. 'CalCat.' Hiccup. She took another swig and then threw the bottle over her shoulder away.
Cal's eyes widened in slight shock and surprise as he saw how the bottle fell to the floor next to her desk. He looked back at her. There was definitely anger behind her being drunk. He needed her home and away from him. The sooner that would happen, the better it was.
'Don't look so -hiccup- surprised. It was empty!' She started laughing again.
Cal got up and took the other empty bottle from her table to see how much alcohol promilage had been in the liquor. He shook his head. A lot.
Gillian moaned as she let herself fall back with a thud. Cal looked up and saw her lying flat on the ground with her arms and legs spread. The corner from where he was standing gave him a good look down her top, between the swell of her voluptuous breasts. Yeah, definitely time to get her home and at a distance from him.
'I love the stars.' Gillian said she stared at the ceiling.
'There are no stars yeah.' Cal stated as he walked towards her.
'You party pooper!' She said in an insulted tone as she gave him an angry look. 'Of course there are stars!' Hiccup.
Cal bended and grabbed one of her slender arms to get her torso off the ground first. 'In the sky, Up in the sky.' She ranted as he got her up again.
'Is that blood?' Cal asked shocked as he saw her other hand.
She hiccupped again as she stared at her hand as if she had seen that hand for the first time in her life. 'Whadoyousay.' Hihihihihihihi. Hiccup.
How did that happen? Cal looked around him worried to see the broken glass on the floor that had fallen there earlier.
'Come 'ere.' Cal said as he dragged her upper body towards him and when he had her close he tried to get up by extending his legs and dragging her with him. He could feel her breasts pressing against his chest shortly when she hiccupped again. Great, why did that woman had to have the most attractive body he'd ever seen and wanted so badly?
'Why was I angry with you again?' Hiccup.
Cal concentrated on straightening himself. This wasn't an easy task. She lay completely relaxed in his arms, didn't take any initiative to move herself which made her heavier then usual.
'You're not angry with me.' Cal told her as he concentrated on his task fully now.
'I think I even hate you.' Gillian said in a muffled voice when her face got pressed against his chest.
'O this is nice. I use to do this when I was….' 'Gillian no!' Cal shot at her when he felt how she took both her feet from the ground to hang back in his arms.
Cal lost his balance instantly and fell forward. He landed on Gillian hard while she collided with the floor. All the air got pushed out of his lungs momentarily. After a few seconds he moved his face away to look at her. Her whole body was pressed against his. Or the other way around, giving the fact he was lying on top of her.
'…. A kid.' She finished as if nothing had happened.
Cal put his hands on either side of her to lean on them tiredly. This was going to be difficult. Very difficult.
'Of course my father wouldn't –hiccup- drop me on the ground –hiccup- But I could have –hiccup- exc… No… Exp….No…Expected.. Yes! That's the word. –That from you.'
Cal sighed loudly and in irritation. 'That's it. I'm getting you home and then I'll look at your hand.' Cal got up quickly. He tried to block out the feelings and thoughts that were already flooding his mind and body. He had fallen on top of her before, but the first time was when a bomb had exploded. He had been more worried for her and others safety to really take notice of how it felt to be so close to her. It was a few minutes later, when he had been standing in the street and the full extend of what had just happened had hit him, that he remembered how the press of her body against his had felt.
It had left him wanting more.
Much more.
'I'm not home?' Gillian asked as Cal dragged her in a sitting position again. She looked around.
'No, we're still in the office.'
'Luv.' Gillian said.
'What?' Cal asked confused as he looked in her eyes.
'I said luv.' Gillian explained patiently.
'I heard what you said.' Cal shot back impatiently.
'Why did you ask 'what' then?' Hiccup. She gave him an irritated look.
'Cuz I want to know why you said 'luv''
'BECAUSE you don't anymore. And –hiccup- I know where I –hiccup- am. I'm not drunk or something.' She snapped as she got up and Cal had to hurry to balance her again.
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