As they're walking towards her front door, Cal's amazed that they're here. Not the house. But here. Them. And he gives himself some credit for not screwing up the date. And wonders how the night went by so effortlessly, all-the-while him being himself. And he's in awe for a brief moment at her ability to love who he is. Because so far, he hasn't met anyone willing to stay like she is. Even when he's at his worst.

But then he's pulled from his thoughts when—realizing that Gillian opened the door— she grabs the dessert bag from his hand and bolts for the kitchen. And he laughs out loud at her giddiness. Only a little jealous that it's over the gooey chocolate dessert and not him.

So he wanders into the kitchen after her. She has already plated the dessert and is popping it into the microwave to heat up the melty center. She stands staring at the microwave, bouncing onto her tiptoes to peer inside of the frosted glass door, tapping the waiting fork against her lips. And he's happy to see her so happy over something so simple. But he's feeling a little forgotten. So he walks up behind her and slides his arms around, starting at her hips and skimming until his forearms are overlapping her front and she's in a tight embrace, with his head resting on her shoulder. And she takes her free hand and rubs back and forth over his arms.

"Hi," he whispers in her ear, "Thought you forgot about me." And she can hear the smile in his voice. Then he kisses her cheek.

And for dramatic effect she pretends like the touch shakes her out of a trance, and she ads, "Hmm? What? Oh, you're still here," in as jokingly serious a voice as she can muster.

Cal lets go of her and takes a dramatic step backwards to slump against the counter with a hand over his heart and makes noises as if he's just been hit in the chest by some heavy object.

Gillian turns around to face him and rolls her eyes, but lets a chuckle out too at his flare for theatrics.

Then the microwave beeps, and he loses her attention again.

She can barley contain herself, he notes amusedly. She claps her hands quickly and excitedly a few times before she pulls the dessert out. Then she turns with the plate in her hands towards where he's leans against the counter and puts the plate down on it in between them.

And she's about to dig in when her hand freezes halfway to the plate as she pauses to look at him. As if she realizes that maybe she should get him a fork, or pay more attention to him. But she just smirks and says, "Well… go ahead. What are you waiting for darling?"

And she doesn't need any more prompting as the fork sails through the air and dives into the cake, the chocolate center oozing out on contact.

Cal can barley keep control of himself as Gillian moans when the delicious sweet hits her taste buds. And after a few more mouthfuls, he needs to taste the dessert, if only to learn more about what can make her moan like this.

So he asks, "mind if I have a bite love?"

Gillian eyes him suspiciously because she knows he's never had much of a sweet tooth. And she queries, "Are you sure you want some Cal? It's very rich."

In a mock affronted tone Cal answers, "Course I do," then adds with a devilish grin, "Got to know what gets you to make those noises."

And Gillian can't keep the blush off of her cheeks when she realizes she's maybe been enjoying the dessert too much. So she doesn't reply, but in an effort to stop him from saying anything else about it, she sticks the fork back into the tasty treat and scoops up a hearty bite for Cal. Then she takes a step towards him, and he realizes that more step, and they're touching. And suddenly he doesn't care so much about what's on the fork. But she proffers the cutlery as she stares him down, knowing exactly what's running through his mind in that moment.

He stops her hand though. And takes that final step. And they're only a whisper away from each other. And he wonders how he managed to wait all night to do this.

So he leans in to taste the dessert on her lips. And taste her. But at the last second she brings her arm up and sticks the fork in his mouth. And giggles uncontrollably at the look on his face. And the chocolate smudge across his mouth. And he's stunned for the briefest of seconds, because he was about to kiss her after all. And an evil grin spreads across his face as he lunges for her, but she sees his mind working and makes a dash for it. So they run around the counter once. And he's happy to chase her. But she stops after the first loop, because while it's fun to tease him, she's wanted him to kiss her all evening. So, a little breathless, he puts his hands on her hips. And takes a moment to feel the silk of her dress, and the curves that are her. Then he pulls until he can feel her against him. And he leans in excruciatingly slow, tilting his head slightly to the right as he moves ever so slowly forward, alternating between looking her in the eye and staring at those beautiful full lips of hers. And he wonders at his restraint. How he's managing to move so slow. But he knows it's because of her. Because he wants to know that she's sure. And he wants her to know that he's in her hands, and he'll do whatever she wants, and she can set the pace. Do any goddam thing she wants. And he stops just before their lips meet, breathing heavily along in unison with her. And she knows he's waiting for her, but she doesn't waver for a second. And right when he stops his forward momentum, she continues the motion. So it's as if there is no pause at all. And Cal thinks he could die happy right now with their lips finally connecting. And it's slow. Excruciatingly so. Especially when she bites down on his bottom lip. And then she's dragging her bottom lip over his, and now he has a chance to bite back. So he takes it. And then he hears it. That oh-so-glorious chocolate cake moan. And Gillian can no longer control her actions, because her hands find his hair and they're pulling. Hard. So hard the two of them break contact briefly. But wherever she pulls his head, she follows, because she just never wants to stop kissing him. And they're both satisfied—beyond satisfied—with just kissing. Because it makes them feel like teenagers again. That exhilaration that comes with connecting with someone for the first time ever. That you've pinned for from afar. Watched at her locker in between periods. Then finally got up the nerve to talk to. And you're both so nervous you can barely get the words out without both making fools of yourselves. And even a touch is electric. That's what this feels like. And that's why they're content right now.

When they finally break apart—only separating by mere inches—the dessert has gone cold. The once gooey center has congealed. But Gillian doesn't care. Because right now she so hot she's about to melt. And she leans back in and gives him a lingering smooch before pulling back and whispering, "how about we move this to the couch? Maybe pop in a movie?"

Still holding her close, Cal musters a rushed, "whatever you want, so long as we can make out like teenagers and ignore most of the movie," before he pulls her to the living room.

Gillian grabs whatever's on top of her pile of DVDs, throws it in, and presses play. Cal plops himself down on the sofa, back up against the armrest, and drags Gillian down across his lap. She leans against him and snuggles closer. Rests her head right underneath his, then reaches behind her and grabs the blanket that's lying across the back of the couch and drapes it over them.

One of Cal's hands hugs her closer to him, while the other finds her thigh, which is mostly exposed now that she's cuddled up to him in her dress, and rubs up and down over her smooth skin. And he doesn't need to do more than that, because everything is new, and it'll take him a while to get used to all of it. And he wants to go as slow as possible, and burn every part of her into his brain.

Long after the movie ends, they're still in the same position on the couch. Only now, it's nearly 3am, and they're barley awake. Kissing lazily. But they can't seem to stop. Eventually though, Gillian manages to part from him long enough to get out, "Cal, I think we should go to bed."

And he doesn't even question the 'we' part, just sleepily responds, "Right you are love."

Gillian takes his hand and leads him to the bedroom. And while she goes into her closet to find her pajamas and hang up her dress, Cal strips to his boxer briefs and climbs under the covers. Gillian returns a few minutes later in an oversized t-shirt and slips in next to Cal, spooning into his side and putting her head on his chest. And they're both barley under the covers before they're asleep. With smiles on their faces. Breathing calmly and evenly. Knowing that from this point on, it's the two of them. Together. And if tonight is any prediction for what's to come, it will be amazing.


So this is it! Thank you so much for reading. It took me about a week longer to finish than I wanted to, but sometimes it's hard to find time to write. I hope this final chapter doesn't disappoint. I know Cal is very fast/aggressive, but I just felt like he had the possibility of being different with Gillian. Anyways, this is my first multichapter, and I'm pretty new to writing fanfic anways, so I hope you like it. Please review! Good or bad. Criticism is welcome.