Disclaimer: I do not own Lie to Me or any of the characters in this story.
I'm sorry guys, I haven't had proper internet access over the past few days, just my iPhone! Having said that, it doesn't mean I haven't been writing. I have 8000 words (ok, it's actually 7976) all prepared for you in 9 chapters that I'll be posting over the next few days (unless you all seem bored of it :P). Starting to tread the line with the rating here, but I think since there's nothing that doesn't happen fully-clothed we're still OK. If I'm wrong, please let me know. If you stick with it there *will* be smut... eventually. Let me kmow if you're still enjoying it or if it's going down a road you don't like, I can always make modifications. In the next chapters expect to meet Gill's mother and for Emily to make an appearance. Apart from that, enjoy!
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Cal let himself get lost in the kiss for a while, his lips and tongue moving with Gill's in a familiar quest for dominance. He slipped his hands under Gill's ass, squeezing firmly and eliciting a loud moan of delight before using his hand position to hold Gill so he could flip them over and Gill was on her back under him. His lips left her mouth then and he kissed across her cheek to the little spot just below her ear that drove her wild, nipping at it gently then soothing it with his tongue. In an effort to feel more put-together when he'd woken up with a hangover that morning he'd shaved off the stubble that usually scratched pleasantly at her skin. Gill missed the sensation, but delighted in the way Cal was teasing her neck anyway.
"Feeling possessive, Dr. Lightman?" she asked him playfully, arching up off the bed slightly when he mumbled his response against her neck and started to suck it lightly.
"Cal!" she exclaimed, unable to stop herself giggling even as she chastised him. 'I can't get married with a neck full of hickies, and I'm meant to have lunch with my mother at one! Oh, god! What's the time?" she asked, common sense finally kicking in as she sat up and left a rather stunned-looking Cal alone on the bed.
Cal grunted then and laid back, flopping his arms down on the bed beside him. "You're bloody kidding, right?" he asked. He wasn't mad at Gill- he'd never get upset with her for saying 'no' to sex, but he was rather uncomfortable now, and his pants were feeling a little too tight.
"I'm sorry, honey," Gill apologised, straightening her skirt and top then fixing her hair. She leant over the bed and kissed Cal. "It was that or have her come up and knock on the door to find out why I was running late," she pointed out. Cal pouted.
"I promise I'll make it up to you," she said, kissing him chastely on the lips.
"Alright," Cal agreed. Gill was, after all, a woman of her word. He shifted to check the clock. 12:45. They still had some time before Gill had to meet her mother. "Lay with me for a bit?" Cal requested. "No funny business, I promise." Make up sex was phenomenal, but cuddling was a close second when it was with Gill, even if Cal would never admit it publicly for fear of ruining his bad boy image. It just felt good to be close to her and feel her body against his. She was soft in all the right places, firm where she should be, she smelt amazing and Cal loved the way their bodies fit together like they were made for each other.
Gill eyed Cal suspiciously and he nodded. "Scout's honour," he told her, patting the bed next to him.
The brunette smiled then and laid down next to Cal, her head on his shoulder and a hand resting over his heart. "You were never a boy scout," she reminded him, amused.
Cal wrapped an arm around Gill and nodded. "I know. It worked, though, didn't it?" he asked.
Gill laughed quietly and shook her head, snuggling in closer.
"We couldn't 've gone any further anyway," Cal told Gill.
Gill sighed contentedly, closing her eyes. "Why's that?" she asked, her voice taking on a relaxed, dreamy tone.
Cal stroked her back soothingly. "I don't have protection," he said. "Something else I could've learnt in boy scouts- always be prepared."
Gill shifted her head enough to look up at him. "You know you don't need that," she told him. They'd stopped using it when they'd gotten engaged. As things were Gill was unlikely to fall pregnant, and they'd both stopped seeing other people so it seemed like a natural thing to do.
Cal shook his head. "You said no kids," he reminded Gill. He wasn't saying it to be vindictive, he was attempting to respect her wishes. They could revisit it when they'd had a chance to discuss if they should try. Or, more accurately, when Cal had had a chance to plead his case.
Gill frowned. "Cal, you know it's highly unlikely that I'll..."
Cal cut her off. "Highly unlikely is not the same as impossible," he said. "If you're allowed to be adamant about not trying for kids right now then I can put my foot down over this. I'm not trying to be a bastard, I'm trying to respect your wishes. We can reconsider when we've discussed having a family again later, and when you've been to the doctor so we know exactly where we stand. If we're going to have a baby then it's going to be because we both want to try, not because I was reckless and praying for a 'mistake' so I could get my way."
Gill sat up completely then to look at Cal properly. She didn't think he'd ever put his foot down with her before. They'd always been able to discuss things and reach some sort of compromise. "You're serious, aren't you?" she asked, more surprised than anything else.
"Abso-bloody-lutely," Cal replied determinedly.
Gill raised her eyebrows in surprise. At least she knew where she stood- his words left no room for negotiation.
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