Same disclaimer as usual.
A/N - the muses led me down an unexpected path toward the end of this chapter. I have absolutely no idea how this series will go now! ;) R&R with what you like.
Gillian continued to giggle as she ran the short distance down the hall into the kitchen, with Cal close behind. She slowed to a stop when she reached the refrigerator. Just as she tugged open the door, she felt Cal's arms wrap around her slim waist and the warmth of his body against her back. His lips attacked her neck and shoulder hungrily with kisses, thinking she'd instantly give in to whatever he wanted.
"Now, what was that one condition, love?" he whispered into her ear, his voice dripping with desire. Gillian shivered as his hot breath blew across her ear.
Avoiding his question, she slipped her hands behind her back and pulled him even closer against her. She felt his still rock hard cock against her ass and wrapped a hand around it. Cal moaned in response.
"So mum's the word, eh, love? Well, two can play that game!" Cal slipped his hand down her torso and placed his fingers on her clit. Gillian tried to suppress a moan, but only half succeeded. She had no intention of telling him just yet what the condition was, but she guessed that he probably already knew it. She simply wanted to tease him a bit, to make him so horny that he would beg her to make him come.
She bent forward a little to reach for the carton of eggs on the middle shelf in the fridge, pressing her nicely shaped ass against him.
Cal chuckled, "Oy, love, you certainly do like being taken from behind, don't ya?" She wiggled her ass a little in response before she stood back up.
She gently pushed the door shut and, with eggs still in hand, she turned around to face him, grinning. "Not really…until last night, that is." Then she turned and walked to the sink, setting the carton down on the counter beside it. She opened a cabinet door and grabbed a frying pan, sitting it down right beside the eggs.
"Oh yeah? Why's that? Never got off like that before? Never had to scream into your pillow?" He smirked, clearly pleased with himself. He stepped toward her, spun her around, and pulled her into his arms again. She leaned back a little to look at him.
She couldn't help but blush a little and look down. "Well, actually…I haven't. None of the men I've been with ever took much time worrying about me. Every now and then they'd offer up a little more, but they'd always go right back to how they were before!" She shyly lifted her head back up to meet his eyes.
"Bloody hell! Who wouldn't want to spend loads of time touching every bit of your gorgeous body? The taste of your come alone would make me want to spend hours with my mouth on your pussy."
Gillian blushed furiously. "I guess they thought I didn't have a 'gorgeous body,' like you somehow seem to think."
"That's complete crap and you know it, love. They were just selfish bastards. And besides, I'm actually a bit glad they didn't please you like that because now I can bask in the glory of being the only one who has made you scream."
Gillian rolled her eyes. "Oh, please, Cal! The last thing you need is to self-inflate your already well inflated ego."
"'Ey, didn't I warn you last night that there was more where that came from? Did you also ever stop and think I know you like the back of my hand? I see everything you do, love, and I hear everything you say. I know exactly how you're feeling and why. I can practically read your mind. It would only be natural for me to know exactly how to make you feel good, and from the looks of it, you could say the same thing for me."
Gillian had looked back down as he was talking. She looked up at him when he finished, her eyes brimming with tears. "Yes, Cal, I could. It would be impossible not to know how to please the one you love."
His eyebrow's shot up in surprise. "The one you love? Are you saying you love me, Gillian Foster?"
"No, I'm saying I love you too."
"You love me too?"
Gillian almost wanted to kick herself. "I heard what you whispered to me last night when you thought I'd fallen asleep. I wasn't completely out, though."
"Damn, you heard that?"
Gillian smiled, delighted at actually having caught him. "Of course I did. I think I could hear someone say those 5 words, especially if they came out of the one and only Cal Lightman's mouth."
Leave it to Gillian Foster to call out the infamous Dr. Cal Lightman on being romantic. Cal's face reddened.
Gillian laughed quietly. "No need to be embarrassed, Cal. It's just me…only now apparently I'm the woman you love." She then grinned at him and kissed him softly, her lips lingering on his.
"Oy, love. Don't go blabbering that all about. The last thing I need is for people to think I actually DO have feelings!" Cal chided.
Gillian smirked in response. "But you DO have feelings; I'm simply one of the few who knows it for a fact. Another thing I know for a fact is that I am starving, Cal, so if you're not going to let me move, the least you can do is make me some scrambled eggs." She looked at him with puppy dog eyes.
Cal rolled his eyes and grabbed the eggs and frying pan. He then shooed her out of the kitchen. "Go grab my briefs, love, and something for yourself as well. You're quite the distraction, I'll have you know!"
Gillian smiled walking back to her bedroom. She could still hardly believe that she had made love to Cal ("Finally!" - she screamed inside her head) after all these years. She definitely couldn't believe that a man could make her feel that way. She thought she'd known what pleasure was, but apparently pleasure with Cal was a completely different ballgame.
Gillian slipped on a lavender-colored camisole and matching boy short panties. She wanted to cover herself up, but still not leave much to the imagination. Instead of heading right back into the kitchen, Gillian decided to wash her face and brush her teeth. She flipped the light switch as she walked into the bathroom. She smiled at herself in the mirror when she saw her glowing face – that I-just-had-the-best-sex-of-my-entire-life-last-night glow.
She pulled open a drawer beneath the counter to grab her toothbrush and toothpaste. Sitting in that very drawer was a condom – a condom she normally would have thought to use with any man in the entire world, except Cal Lightman apparently. "Oh, hush, Gillian. You know damn well you can't get pregnant. The doctors have been telling you that for years, and for years you've failed time and time again," she thought to herself.
Then another voice crept inside her head. "But what if this time is different? What if it was only supposed to happen with Cal? You already told him that if you did end up pregnant with his child, you would be perfectly content with it. Why are you doubting your words now?"
Gillian sighed as an image of her pregnant came to mind. She wondered if she'd look as good in real life as she did in her mental image. Feeling completely ridiculous, Gillian turned to the side and stuck out her stomach as far she possibly could. She slid her camisole up a little and pressed a hand to each side of her stomach, looking in the mirror. She smiled a little at her stomach's reflection.
Her reverie was interrupted when she heard Cal yelling to her that breakfast was almost ready. She chided herself for being so silly then finished what she had come into the bathroom to do. She brushed her teeth, put the stuff away, and grabbed a washcloth. She was bent over the sink washing the cleanser off her face when Cal stepped into the bathroom.
"Gillian, didn't you hear me? Breakfast is ready." Gillian startled at his words.
"Cal! Don't scare me like that!" She looked at his reflection in the mirror.
"Sorry, love. Didn't mean to. I just came for you because you...bloody hell, you look delicious in that!"
She shot him a sultry look. "Delicious, you say? I guess we'll have to discover the truth about that after we eat breakfast."
Cal pouted a bit, but agreed. "Fine. Then we'll settle the matter when you join me in the shower."
Gillian tried her best to look innocent. "Who said anything about joining you?"
"You're a terrible liar, Gillian Foster, and you know it. Your condition was obvious from the moment it left your lips. And don't play innocent – you already knew that I knew. The question is why?" Gillian smirked. "Why…you little tease!"
Like he had done only minutes before, he walked up behind her, spun her around, and pulled her into his arms. "I'll show you what it really feels like to be horny. Let's go fill us both up before we go another round. What do you say, love?"
"You better put on your briefs on the way to the kitchen. I'll probably be too distracted to eat otherwise and then we'll never get anywhere. So what do YOU say, Cal?"
"I'll throw on the briefs, we'll both eat enough food, and then I plan to take a nice, long, hot and steamy shower."
Cal found his briefs, pulled them on, and walked back into the kitchen with Gillian following behind him, holding his hand.
