Author's Note: First of all, thanks for all the reviews. Second, I shouldn't have to say this, but just to be safe, we're heading into sexy waters here soon. So if the M rating didn't tip you off, turn around and head back to the safe coast now.

"Stop fumbling with your tie, Cal." Gillian said as she came to a halt next to her friend, who had spent the better part of the evening at the open bar.

"It's suffocating me!" Cal protested like a petulant child and Gillian couldn't help but smile. "You like that, don't you, Foster? A bit into the alternative life-style there, eh? And here I thought you were a good girl." Gillian just shook her head, ignoring his mood while fixing his tie, barely resisting drawing it a little bit too tight. She knew better than to indulge her partner's sour mood.

"It's okay. I wouldn't mind. Though I really hoped I'd get to tie you up first before we went to town on the really kinky stuff." Cal flashed his eyes seductively at her.

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Don't play stupid, it doesn't suit you. I know exactly what you were contemplating when you fixed my tie and collar."

"Cal!" Gillian scolded and rolled her eyes, sighing deeply, "Why are you hiding here anyway?"

Cal shot her a look that said, now that's a deception if I ever heard one, but replied, "Because you put me into a monkey suit and dragged me here? And who says I'm hiding? Can't a bloke spend some quality time with his best friend?"

"You mean Johnnie Walker?" She looked at him challengingly, and refrained from putting her hands on her hips, lest he get a rise out of reading her body posture. "It's good for business, Cal. It's the mayor's party. Besides, it was all Clara's doing, she got us the invitation and we can use the contacts. So why don't you go and mingle?"

Cal threw up his arms in resignation, "Don't think I didn't try, love. Nobody wants to talk to me at these events. The minute they find out what I do for a living, they bolt!"

"And you wouldn't happen to introduce yourself by exposing a liar or two?" He looked at her innocently but Gillian didn't believe him for a second. "Thought so. You're impossible, Cal!"

"I know. Don't say I didn't give you a heads up. I told you I suck at parties." Cal turned around and motioned for the bartender to refill his glass but Gillian put her hand on it and shook her head no at him.

"I think you've had enough for tonight. I don't want to have to drag your drunken ass home. You've got Emily this weekend."

"Fine. Whatever." He grumbled and cast her a look but Gillian's eyes were trained on the dance floor. She'd camouflaged her longing well enough for anyone else but to Cal she practically screamed sadness and loneliness. For a minute, he studied her as she watched the other couples dance. Initially he was going to point out all the ones whose marriage was on the rocks to make her feel better but then he thought, oh well, to hell with it. Once she found out about his secret, she would pester him till eternity, but that was a price he realized he was more than willing to pay.

He reached out for her hand and pulled her softly towards him, "May I have this dance?" He looked at her with his eyebrows raised in question and broke out into a grin when Gillian nodded ever so slightly. He jumped off the bar stool and walked over to the dance floor, never letting go of her hand. The band was playing a moderate cha-cha-cha, and Cal twirled Gillian softly into his arms.

"It's been a while," Gillian interjected, worried she might step onto his toes, but Cal quickly pulled her flush against his chest and eased them into a nice rhythm.

"I'm a bit rusty myself. I hear it's like riding a bike. Just follow my lead!" he smiled at her encouragingly and after a few basic steps he loosened his grip on her hand indicating he was going to spin her. The laugh on Gillian's face, when he caught her back in his arms after, made his heart skip a beat. It had been a long time since he had seen that carefree expression on her face.

Over the past year too many lunatics had jeopardized either of their lives and the demise of her marriage had not exactly helped. He knew he should have felt sorry that things with the juvie psychologist hadn't worked out, either, but truth be told he never liked the bloke. He wasn't good enough for Gillian. And after Alec Foster, Cal swore no man would ever hurt Gillian the way her ex-husband had. He knew better than to tell Gillian of his suspicions right away, respecting her use of the line, but that didn't mean he couldn't keep an eye on Captain America all the time.

"This is fun!" Gillian exclaimed excitedly, "I didn't know you could dance. How did you get so good?"

"Practice with Emily." He replied as a matter of fact.

"Let me guess…she's made you watch Dancing With The Stars?"

Cal groaned, "Every single bloody episode until season eight."

"The things we do for love." Gillian smirked.

"And as if that wasn't enough she wanted to try out all the dances with me."

"Oh, so that's where you've been getting your work out." She teased and squeezed his upper arm for good measure.

"Watch it or I might drop you." Cal uttered but the mirth in his voice betrayed his true feelings. When Gillian rolled her eyes at him at the next exchange of hands, Cal gave her a bit more of a forceful push, causing her to twirl around. Caught off guard, Gillian had slight troubles to keep her footing but Cal had her back in his arms in no time, leading them back into a secure rhythm. His look clearly conveyed, "I told ya so", and Gillian couldn't help but giggle. Now it was Cal's turn to roll his eyes at her while Gillian thought this was the best part of the entire evening.

As if on cue, the music grew softer and slower with people clapping politely and before they could truly savour the moment, the band stopped playing. Gillian sighed and leant in to give Cal a soft kiss on the cheek, "Thank you. That was the perfect ending to a boring evening." The band moved on to their next song, a slow number, and Gillian readied herself to break away from Cal. He, however, had none of it and pulled her even closer, beginning to sway them along softly to the music. He tightened his hold around her back, as he brought their joined hands to his chest. He cocked his head slightly to his right and gazed into her eyes. She looked beautiful. Positively ravishing.

"Have I even told you how absolutely breathtaking you look tonight? No? Well, you love, just about take my breath away." A huge grin broke out on his face, as his compliment conjured a shy smile onto her face. His eyes settled on her lips, the same lips he had kissed not so long ago. It had been intended as a quick and sloppy kiss, but then she kissed him back and he deepened their next kiss – partially because he could get away with it in their undercover roles and partially out of retaliation for her hand stroking his thigh. Oh God, just the thought of it made him hard again.

Gillian looked up before he could slip his mask back on and the badly disguised surprise on her face told him she'd seen his arousal. Seen? Scratch that. Felt, since she'd just brushed against his crotch innocently. Cal bit back a groan and then heard himself say, "If you keep this up, I might just have to ravish you right here and now."

Gillian's head jerked up in surprise. Oh the micro-expression on her face was a priceless classic right now. Was that a mischievous twinkle in her eyes?

"Is that a promise or a threat?" She flirted with him. Gillian bloody Foster was openly flirting with him!

"A guarantee." His lips descended over hers.

"The line, Cal!" Gillian protested meekly, but Cal pressed his mouth against hers in a searing kiss that silenced her. The pressure of his lips pried her mouth softly open. Cal let his tongue run teasingly across her upper lip in a silent question seeking permission to deepen the kiss. Gillian's tongue darted out to play with his and Cal followed her invitation happily.

For a few minutes they escaped their surroundings in a passionate kiss before reality caught up with them. Realising that the music had stopped and people were watching them, Cal pulled back and said under his breath, "Fuck the line!"

The next few minutes went by in a blur. Cal grabbed Gillian's hand and led her off the dance floor and out of the ballroom. He managed to procure a room for the night and before Gillian fully comprehended what was going on he'd pushed her inside the elevator. Cal pressed the correct button for their floor and slipped the key card into his pocket. He quickly pushed another button to close the doors and stepped beside Gillian, hoping no one else would join them on their ride. The minute the doors closed, Gillian turned towards Cal and crashed her lips against his. She grabbed his head and buried her fingers deeply in his hair. Cal moaned into her mouth and pushed her against the wall. They kissed fervently, their tongues toying playfully with each other. His left hand trailed up her leg, while his right hand squeezed her waist gently. Gillian's hands slid down his neck, nape and shoulders, keeping Cal in a tight embrace. Her skin was so soft it was enticing him to draw lazy circles on her thigh, inching closer to her core. He heard Gillian's soft moans in reaction to his tender ministrations and realised this was heaven. Her fingers snuck between his dinner jacket and shirt, pulling him into her as she pressed her body against his erection.

"You're driving me crazy, Foster." He whispered against her lips. If just making out with Gillian Foster made him feel like this, then he wondered how he could ever last long enough to please her? He hooked her leg around his waist, so he could grind his hips harder into her. Gillian moaned his name in response and Cal thought he'd never liked the sound of his name better. With any other woman he would have long since stopped the elevator and just taken her, but Gillian deserved more: privacy in a room, leisurely exploration of their bodies, the comfort of a bed. And so he found it easy to slow down their kisses when they heard the ping from the elevator, indicating they had arrived on their floor. Gillian stole a few more pecks while Cal smoothed out her dress. They rested on their foreheads against each other's and smiled mischievously.