Well, maybe it's overflow from the other thing I'm working on but for better or for worse, here's some silly naughtiness for you. Can safely say we can put this chapter at an "M." You have been warned.

She switched on the living room lights, turned to find Cal studying her intently. His hands were shoved deeply in his pockets, his head tilted while his eyes remained fixed on her.

Heat flushed her cheeks. "You know you're making me nervous."

"Sorry."

"No, you're not."

His lips pulled into a smirk. "Okay, I'm not."

He didn't move toward her. Despite the darkness of his eyes and the tension rippling through his body, she knew he was leaving everything up to her. No pressure. No pushing. Just a bottomless longing.

Gillian gazed back as him, seeing him as he was. Obstinate, incorrigible, rough around the edges, loyal to a fault and amazingly loving beneath the crusty exterior. Her best friend. She tried to imagine her life without him and all she saw was a yawning black hole. Suppressing a shudder, she stepped closer, reached out and rested her palm against his smooth cheek. He closed his eyes for a moment and she heard a quiet sigh.

Another half step brought her within distance where she could feel the heat radiating from his body and the masculine scent of his aftershave.

"Gettin' dangerous Gill." His voice was low and raspy.

"You left your games in the car."

"Won't matter." Cal's eyes dipped to her lips before refocusing on her eyes. She felt his fingers clasp around her wrist in a firm but gentle hold as he pulled her those last few inches until her body brushed against his. His breath was warm on her face as he continued to study her, no doubt seeing her redden as blood rushed to the surface of her skin.

"Alright luv?" His eyes continued to probe, desire burning but for all his flirting and allusions it was obvious he wanted her to be completely sure.

She was dying to kiss him again and allow herself to be caught up in his feel and taste but knew it wouldn't stop at kissing this time. An image of her little black dress crumpled in the corner of the living room flared in her mind again. Or maybe it would be under the sofa cushions. Her body quivered as another wave of heat washed over her and perspiration tickled her hairline.

"All hot and bothered and I haven't even touched you yet." He teased, accent silken as his sideways grin returned.

"You're quite sure of yourself."

"Always darlin'."

Gillian grabbed both sides of his face and quickly guided him into a kiss, smiling as he startled and gasping as he took control. Tenderness skipped to passion as she felt his arms wrap around her, one hand cradling the back of her head and the other gliding around her waist to the small of her back to press her snugly against him. The arousal she now felt through his clothing sent her temperature into fever territory.

His mouth dominated, tongue exploring and brushing against hers in a frenzy. Pulling away from her lips he trailed heated kisses down the graceful curve of her throat to her chest before arriving at her cleavage. The dress she'd chosen was classy with just enough of a peek to show feminine confidence and although he appreciated it (he honestly did), he now wanted it gone. Like yesterday. Cal ran his hands down her back, looking for buttons, hooks and eyes or anything he could make short work of without removing his mouth from her flesh.

Nothing.

A frustrated growl met her amused giggle as she stepped back from him and pulled the dress over her head easily, leaving a short black slip behind. More of her creamy skin met his hungry eyes as they came together again, satin and warm flesh under his wandering hands.

"Gorgeous." Pushing down the spaghetti strap he kissed her shoulder, tasting sweet and salty skin, his hand now moving down to brush the side of her breast.

He became conscious of her busy fingers unbuttoning his shirt, pulling the tails out of his pants. Stopping his worship of her body, he let her push the shirt over his shoulders before it dropped to the floor behind him. He shivered as she scraped his chest with her nails before running them down his ribs and resting at his waist. Her mouth was against his once more, this time as the aggressor as she propelled him backward.

The backs of Cal's knees hit the sofa and he sat abruptly bringing Gillian with him, lips remaining sealed together. Her thighs were on either side of his hips as she straddled him, pushing down teasingly just to hear the low moan vibrate through him.

"Darlin', you're killin' me." He'd resumed his exploration down her neck, sucking at the melding of her shoulder and throat. It was going to leave a mark and some hazy distant part of him hoped she wouldn't punch him later.

"Not my intent." He could hear her breathing accelerate even more and she reached down and worked at his fly even as he was practically bursting out unaided.

"Christ." It was a low whisper of an oath as her gentle fingers curled around him. "Not goin' to make it to the bedroom luv?"

Gillian smiled down at him, her beauty overcoming him and making his breath stick in his throat. "We have plenty of time, don't you think?" She leaned over to speak against his ear, giving it a nip as her hand firmly slid down his length. Moaning again, he managed to keep from bucking up against her.

Pushing away from the back of the sofa, he gently pulled her hand from him before flipping her around and pressing her into the cushions. He stayed on his knees as he leaned forward to delve under her slip with his fingers, lightly rubbing against the juncture of her legs, delighted to find her wet with anticipation. Slowly he hooked his thumbs at the waistband of her panties and slid them down her long legs, keeping his eyes on her face, watching the flush, eclipsed irises and the biting of her lower lip. She was so lovely he stopped to soak her in.

Years of sexual tension and repressed love had been brought to the surface by one lunatic with a gun. Would this even be happening if it weren't for that nutter? Yeah, it would have. Maybe not this second but it would have happened. At least he thought so, if he managed to keep his head out of his arse for any given period of time.

"Are you okay?" Her voice was so loving he felt tears sting his eyes.

"Yeah luv." He opted for a rare bit of honesty. "Just a little overwhelmed."

"Me too." She held her arms out to him.

Cal crawled up into her embrace, kissing her gently as she cradled him with her body.

"I love you Gill."

She pulled him down, kissing him and murmured, "I love you too. Never doubt that."

Poised at her entrance, he gave a quick thrust even as she rose to meet him and they shuddered together at the intensity of the sensation. Deep comforting warmth spread between them as emotions locked them together. Bracing himself on his arms he quickened the pace as her mouth dropped open in ecstasy and her eyes squeezed shut. She wrapped her legs around his upper thighs as he hit her deeply at just the right angle to incite the blaze within. They were molded perfectly for one another and as Gillian recognized the telling clenching of her body, Cal pushed even faster, even harder before faltering as her orgasm tightened her channel around him. Biting the inside of his cheek he managed several more thrusts before succumbing to his own climax with a soft cry in the back of his throat and dropping on top of her. She hugged him tightly to her, pressing a kiss to his sweaty brow as they both caught their breath.

"Lemme move…" He gasped, not wanting to crush her.

"You're okay." Gillian kissed him again. "Soft cushions."

He smiled but wriggled to the side and pulled her against him. "Better. Although…" He stared down their bodies. "I'm kinda tangled in my pants."

"I'm sure we can remedy that." She sighed and snuggled into his neck.

"Yeah?"

"Oh yeah."

I know you have to have them!"

Gillian watched with a mingle of amusement and embarrassment as Cal practically ransacked her kitchen. The slamming of drawers and banging of cabinets echoed throughout the small room.

"Why don't you come clean, luv?" He pivoted and gave her his charming sideways grin, which combined with those still darkened eyes continued to make her knees a little wobbly.

"Ummm…"

He stepped a little closer, smiling into her face. "C'mon, it'll be fun." He waggled his eyebrows playfully but his voice was sultry, teasing and that familiar little shimmer ran through her again. "We can keep it…clean."

Right. Neither one of them had a stitch on and she kept staring at his taut butt every time he turned away.

"I can tell you like the idea." His tone went even lower and she gulped.

"Pantry. Plastic box on the top shelf." It slid out and his grin widened.

Cal swiveled toward the pantry, pulled down the box in question and began to paw through the contents. It didn't take long. "Aha!"

The flush was immediate as he held up her edible markers in victory.

"Rock, paper, scissors."

"Seriously Cal?"

"Only fair way to see who gets to go first." His grin was boyish as his eyes sparkled.

"Fine."

"On three."

Fisted hands counted down before morphing into the requisite shapes. Gillian's fingers flew out for scissors, while Cal's remained closed as rock.

"Of course."

"Don't be like that Gill."

She playfully pouted while he moved forward to kiss her lightly before pulling back, focusing on her lips again and returning with a much more passionate kiss that she giggled against. He gave her another peck before smiling into her eyes. "Have to stay still."

"Am I going to regret this?"

"Absolutely not."

"Hmmm…"

Cal ignored the skepticism and urged her back against the sheets. After the third time making love, they'd finally made it to the bedroom.

He pulled the cap off one marker with his teeth and proceeded draw on her torso, attempting to ignore her hushed giggles. "Hey, no moving!"

"It tickles!"

"Just need to keep the big girl panties on for just a little longer…"

"Not wearing panties."

"Details, details." His brow knit in concentration before he pulled back, looking satisfied with himself.

Gillian glanced down at herself. "You're a regular Van Gogh aren't you?"

"Everyone's a critic."

He'd drawn some kind of 50's era car coming right at them. Naturally her breasts were the headlights. She sighed, trying not to smile. Honestly it wasn't bad at all.

Cal crept across her legs and rested his cheek against her belly. "Now for the fun part."

"Nuh uh. Not yet."

"How come?"

"Because I get my turn."

He narrowed his eyes, visions of his tongue lapping up those lines being pushed the back burner. "S'pose."

"Okay. On your back."

His brows rose to his hairline. "Is this going to involve art or…ahem…something even naughtier?"

Her expression was unimpressed but her lips twitched. "Guess you'll find out. Now stay still!"

"Bossy."

Cal did as she demanded and tried not to flinch under her light touch. "What are you doin' down there?" He lifted his head to survey her hands and face very close to his bits and pieces.

"You'll find out." She was biting back laughter and he wasn't sure whether he should be amused or concerned.

"Okay, now you can look." Gillian leaned to the side, smugness oozing.

He squinted at what she'd done. Two ovals – one on either side of the cut of his hips – connected to another circle just above the hairline. Two evil looking eyes were drawn in the middle of the center circle. "What the hell?"

"Are you saying I'm a crappy artist?"

"Uhhh…of course not. It's just, uh, an awkward angle to get the full impact."

"Mmhm."

He stared for another moment, his eyes widening as her hand lightly stroked him. "Is that part of the game?"

"Kind of." She smiled up at him. "Give up?"

The game was starting to become secondary as pure lust sliced through him. "Uh, sure. What is it?" The words were now a little tight.

"It's an elephant with a mustache."

He stared at her, mouth dropping open.

"And look, the trunk's starting to move around a little."

With a growl, Cal pounced on her as her laughter rang through the bedroom, silenced with a sudden but loving kiss and the promise of many more.

Okay, that was a little (or a lot) cheesy and I apologize for any groans I may have elicited. Hopefully it wasn't too, too bad. ;)