Hey guys. Sorry its been so long since the last update. Real life has been keeping me very busy.
This is for #LieToMeLives.
I can't belive it's been a year since the last episode was aired :( sad times.
Hope you enjoy this chapter.. Thanks for sticking with me xoxo
Sorry in advance for any mistakes.

7. Laundry Room Times.

Gillian dabbed at her chest as she tried to remove the crimson blotches from her blouse, knowing her attempts to rid the stain from the delicate material was pointless. She sighed heavily and let her weight rest against the washing machine behind her. Letting out a frustrated groan she kicked the washer with the back of her heel and squeezed her eyes shut in an effort to stop her tears from falling.

"What did that poor machine ever do to you?" Cal asked jokingly as he entered the laundry.

Gillian raised her head to meet Cal's amused, yet concerned gaze, before dropping her eyes back to the floor as she shook her head.

" I.. I don't.." she began before pausing briefly as she tried to collect her thoughts. "I don't even know where to begin," she whispered softly.

She looked at the cloth in her hands as she thought about what had just transpired between her and Zoe. She had never wanted to interfere in Emily and Zoe's relationship. She could understand why Zoe might have felt threatened and she had never wanted Emily to be put in that type of situation; it wasn't fair on the young girl.

"I'm sorry," she whispered as her voice caught in the back of her throat.

Cal watched as a myriad of emotions danced across her delicate features. He saw the way her brow creased and heard the slight tremble in her voice.

In a few short steps he had Gillian trapped between him and the washing machine. He raised his hand and gently hooked a finger under her chin, lifting it gently so she would meet his gaze.

"Now listen to me love, you have nothing to be sorry for. You did nothing wrong," he told her soothingly.

"All right?" he asked softly.

Gillian gave a slight nod of her head. "I'm sorry that Emily.." she began but was cut off by Cal's finger on her lips.

"Gill this isn't on you. Emily loves you. Zoe might be her mother but Em knows that what she said was uncalled for. She hates seeing you hurt love and so do I," Cal whispered tenderly as he wrapped his arms around her before placing a delicate kiss to her forehead.

Cal smiled when he felt her arms link around his neck as she automatically melted into his embrace. "I'm the one that's sorry love. I should have just said no to Zoe," he confessed as he traced soothing patterns along her spine.

Gillian shook her head softly as she buried her face into his chest.

"No," she whispered before pulling back slightly to look at him. "I won't have you blaming yourself for this," she told him firmly.

Cal cocked his head to the side as a small grin tugged at his lips. "I'm admitting that I was wrong in letting Zoe come to dinner. You know how rare it is that I admit I'm wrong or at fault, don't you?" he smirked.

Gillian let out a soft chuckle. "Well this time it wasn't your fault," she smiled softly.

"You sure about that love? 'Cause I was really looking forward to making it up to you," he teased as he bent his head and placed a soft kiss to her lips.

Gillian indulged him for moment before pulling back slightly. "Cal," she gently protested. "Zoe and Emily are right out there and I have to clean this up," she said, gesturing to the front of her blouse.

"Oh but I like it when you're little dirty," he growled as he let his hands slip to grasp her rear.

"Cal, I'm serious," she said as she glanced in the direction of the open door.

"So am I," he smirked as he nipped at the exposed skin of her neck. "Don't worry darling, Em's given her mum a ride back to her hotel," he told her as kissed a line down the creamy column of her throat. "That gives us plenty of time to get you all cleaned up," he purred as he licked at the exposed flesh of her chest.

"Mmm.." she hummed softly, unable to stop her body's reactions. "Are you sure they're gone?" she questioned, still slightly hesitant to let him go any further.

"Positive." Cal grinned as his lips traveled further down her chest. He stopped at the top button of her blouse before he trailed his fingers down her back to the curve of her bottom. Never breaking eye contact he grinned playfully at her and in one swift movement had picked her up and placed on top of the washer.

Gillian let out a surprised gasp as she was placed unceremoniously on top of the washer. She watched the grin on Cal's face widen as he stepped between her legs and nudged her thighs gently apart, his darkened gaze fixated on her. She wasn't sure whether it was the cool metal she felt through the flimsy fabric of her skirt or whether it was the intensity reflected in his stare that sent a shiver coursing through her body.

"Time to get you cleaned up love," he whispered as he trailed his hands up the insides of her calves.

Cal felt her muscles tremble beneath his finger tips as he moved his hands higher. Grazing his hands up and over her knees he stopped briefly and toyed with the hem of her skirt before letting his fingers dip beneath it.

Cal noted the rise and fall of Gillian's chest, the way her eyes fell shut as he moved his fingers ever so slowly up the creamy silken flesh of her thighs. He heard the way her breath caught in the back of her throat as he ventured closer to where he knew she wanted him to be. Reaching the fabric of her panties he let his finger brush over her and could feel the heat radiating from her core. Grinning, Cal suddenly withdrew his hands from under her skirt and gently took hold of her waist. He smirked as he heard an unamused sigh fall from her lips.

"Cal, what the.." she protested before she was silenced by his lips. His kiss was demanding yet tender as he sought entry. She granted it to him in an instant and grinned as their tongues battled for dominance in the familiar yet satisfying dance they had grown accustomed to.

Cal gently took her lower lip between his teeth and nipped at it while his hands ghosted over the sides of her breasts. He felt a shudder run through her small frame and released her lips, pulling back slightly to look at her.

"Gorgeous," he whispered before dropping his hands to the front of her blouse and lifting it over her head, tossing it to the floor.

Cal grinned at the image in front of him.

Gillian Foster was a picture of perfection; lips swollen, cheeks flushed and very much his for the taking.

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