Hi everyone, I'm sorry for the long wait. But I wrote so many different versions and just didn't think they were good enough. And then I kind of got trapped... Thanks Elena for reviewing and asking me to post again. So I'll just take the risk of choosing one of the versions, hoping it won't ruin things... Geez... It's HARD finding the right way to put them together!

Morning, Cal's home

Gillian opened her eyes groggily. The first thing she saw was her white ceiling. But it looked different somehow. She narrowed her eyes. When she saw something in the corner of her eye she looked at the right and flinched heavily in shock as she saw Cal lying next to her in bed. Her eyes grew big as she stared at him and then quickly looked underneath the blanket to discover to her relief that she was still fully clothed.

'Checking that everythin's still there?' Cal asked amused as he followed Gillian's every move. He loved the way her cheeks reddened again and were fighting a battle with her freckles and the rests of her make up to win space on her cheeks.

Cal went to lie on his left side facing her and propped his cheek on his arm as he studied her with great interest. 'Had a scare there for a moment ey?' He asked amused as his eyes lazily travelled up at every facial feature.

Gillian shook her head annoyed and put the blanket back over her blouse. 'What happened?' She flinched as she felt a headache and her hand went to her forehead in pain.

'What happened?' Cal repeated astonished as he flopped on his back and threw the blanket off him and jumped off the bed to land above the blanket on his back again lazily. 'You stealin' my private stash –again- is what you did and what happened.'

Gillian's eyes were on his clothes. 'You did that on purpose.' She noted.

'What?' He asked innocently.

'O this?' He said as he pulled on his shirt. He grinned mischievously and put his hands behind his head. 'It worked didn't it? You thought you were lying naked in bed with me. And that we had wonderful passionate sex everywhere in the house ending with here in the bed and you just couldn't have enough of me before-'

Gillian groaned and dropped her head back in the pillow, instantly regretted that when she felt another throb in her head. She slapped him.

'Oy. 'S not my fault.'

'Yes it is.' She snapped. 'You just love seeing me embarrassed don't you?' She let herself sink further into the pillow. Hoping the soft material would soak up her headache.

'Don't know what you're talkin' 'bout.' Cal lied as he stared at the ceiling and enjoyed the moment immensely.

'Why? What so nice about that.' Gillian asked as she propped herself up on her elbows and rested her back tiredly against the headboard. She straightened her crumpled white blouse.

'You sure you wanne know?' He asked as he looked at her and straightened himself in one short move to sit next to her against the headboard now too.

'Please do.' Gillian mocked as she pulled the blanket further up her lap and against her stomach.

'Nah…. It's a secret…. Maybe I'll tell you someday.' It would become too sappy to tell her how he loved the flush on her cheeks, the freckles, her skin...

'Someday?' She echoed dissatisfied. She was too tired to push him any further.

'So had a good nights sleep yeah?'

'I don't remember.' Gillian said as she looked at his share of the blanket.

'I slept in the guest room you know. You were so dominant that there was no place for me in my own bed.'

Gillian rolled her eyes.

'Why didn't you take me home?' Gillian asked.

'Nah… Seemed better to 'ave you 'ere.' He answered.

'Cal-' Gillian began in a tone that told him she was going to talk about something heavy.

'Em's here.' He said cheekily to stop her. 'You know what's interestin'?' He asked as he turned towards her and leaned his left side against the headboard. 'I talked to Wheels.'

'Really.' Gillian mumbled uninterested as she looked at the water glass on the nightstand. 'Is that-?'

'Yeah.' Cal mumbled knowing what she meant as she took the glass and drank some water. 'Said I gave you a hard time.' Cal said as he studied her.

'Nothing I'm not used to from you.' Gillian answered as she took a sip of water again.

'Yeah?' Cal asked carefully as he studied her. 'He said I pinned you down on a table and almost fell asleep on top of your chest.' He stared at her white crumpled blouse and her cleavage. 'So even when I'm drunk I have good taste... That's a comfort to know that is..' He quipped.

Gillian looked away quickly. Great. Wheels just had to tell him that part. 'You were drunk.' Gillian mumbled into the glass.

'He said you didn't seem to mind.' He stated as he watched her every micro expression. 'And I also kissed you somewhere in between there?'

'You were a bit clingy yes.' Gillian mumbled. It was a big understatement but at least she could take away the tension between them like that. Or at least, try…

'Hummm. That's funny….'

She tilted her head in annoyance, for what was going to come.

'So you liked it then? Wasn't bothered by it or anythin' ?' Cal asked as he gestured between them.

'Yes sure.' Gillian answered sarcastic with a dry undertone. 'I liked pulling you from a bar, drunk as hell in the middle of the night.' She bit at him with a snide undertone as she put the glass back down on the nightstand with a loud sound.

'Doctor Foster… Is that arousal that I see?' Cal asked as he pointed with his finger towards her eyes. 'Right there, and there.' He leaned further towards her. He pointed at both her eyes.

She slapped his hand away.

'Extreme arousal. It's like the blue of your eyes has totally dissap-' She slapped him again.

'Shut up. I'm still angry with you.' She huffed in irritation. 'And that I am attracted to you doesn't mean that I like you.' Gillian's nostrils flared in irritation as she looked away from him. Her whole face flushed red. She hated it when he read her when she didn't want him too. And he knew it. Especially now.

Cal let himself sink back into the headboard. 'Yeah, that's true.' He mumbled and tried to hide his sadness.

'So still angry ey? I deserve it.'

She pouted.

'What's that?'

'My head is hurting me.' She mumbled sadly.

'Come 'er.' He said as he opened his arm for her.

'No. I'm angry.'

'Yeah, I got that. You can still be angry here yeah?'

She closed the gap between them all too eagerly as she nestled herself against his left chest and he put his arm softly around her.

'I'm still angry.' She whispered in his shirt as she scooted closer to his body.

'Yeah, I know…' He whispered. 'I deserve that. Probably deserve you bein' angry with me for the comin' years.'

She nodded against his chest and moved closer and put her cheek against his right chest and put her arms around his upper body now. She sank into him with a satisfied and tired sigh.

He loved feeling her so close. Cuddling and cradling his chest and upper body like that.

'You wanted to tell me somethin' yesterday evening.' Cal said softly.

'Don't remember.' Gillian mumbled against his color bone. As she moaned and put her cheek against his naked skin there.

'You never stayed angry for long.' He said out loud while he thought about that. He had always wondered why that was. Why she hadn't left.

'It's because I care about you too much.' She answered against his skin.

'Ey?' He asked.

'You heard me.' The muffled reply came.

'Nah, I didn't.'

'You're not going to read me Cal.' Gillian's annoyed answer came from his color bone. She knew he wanted to see her face when she said something like that.

'Not even now?' He asked.

Her face loosened itself from his body and she gave him a look at her eyes.

He swallowed as he read the emotions; love, lust... But he was taken aback by the fear he saw. She gave him an angry hurt look as she let her face sink above his armpit again. Not wanting to face him.

'I'm sorry.' He whispered. He had the woman he loved so deeply, possibly the most of every woman in this whole world in his arms and she was almost crying when she admitted that she cared about him.

'I'm really sorry. I just- Can't stop myself sometimes.' He whispered as he stared into the distance.

There came no reply. Gillian was too afraid to move. To break the spell of him apologizing.

'I didn't mean last night… That you're just my rock… And somethin' too use… Didn't mean that at all.' He said.

She could feel his warm breath against her hair and head.

'You're….. You're my everythin'…. Couldn't do without you really. Maybe never could. It's like… You're part of me. If you'd leave…. Or ever leave… It wouldn't just break me… You'd take a piece of me with you…' He swallowed deep.

She looked up at him. He was totally vulnerable now. Even flushed red. She had never seen that in her entire life. Fear. Love. Extreme fear, and shame.

His eyes watered and she could even see a tear leaving. He looked away instantly and put up his walls again.

'Don't.' she whispered as she had her hand on his cheek and forced him softly to look at her again.

'Gill, I can't.'

'Yes you can.'

'I'm damaged goods. You know that.' He whispered.

'So am I. Everyone is in a way.'

'Nah.' He shook his head. 'You don't know-' He started

'- I do. Why do you think I took so much from you?' She asked.

He looked at her. 'I don't understand. Why would you do so much for me? I'm such a wanker.'

'Yes… Sometimes… But here…' She said as she put her hand over his heart. 'You're not. Here's the real you. Underneath your façade.'

He looked away.

'Please don't run Cal.' She begged him. She meant him shutting himself off.

'I'm not like you.' He whispered.

'I hope not.' She said amused.

'I don't do the feelin' stuff and mushy stuff well.' He explained.

'You think that's what I want from you?' She asked.

'Yeah. You want me to use my words. I can't talk 'bout my feelin's really well. And I don't want to.'

'I know… But we still manage to talk to each other don't we?'

'So now you're gonna push me away again?' Gillian asked softly.

'Yeah. Got to show you something.' He said as he got up and quickly moved her off of him.

'Cal- Calm down, we were in the middle of something import-'

'Here.' He said as he pushed her against the wall softly.

'What are you doing?'

'Are you comfy?' He asked as he stepped closer into her personal space.

Gillian looked confused at him.

He put his hand next to her left side. 'Is the wall not pressing too hard against your back I mean?' He asked.

Her eyes grew wide in confusion. A frown crept between her brows now. 'Cal, what are you-'

'-Just a moment.' He said as he took her elbows and pushed her back just a centimeter. ''ere we go. Comfy?'

'What are you doing?' She asked confused with a smile in her tone.

'Not to cold are you? Should I put on the radiator?'

Her brows knitted together now. 'No, I'm not cold..' She mumbled as she tried to read him.

'Okay, that's good. That's good that is.'

'What are you-' She began to question again.

Cal closed the gap between them before she could utter another word. He softly pushed her further against the wall with her back and kissed her. In the sweetest way he could, in the sweetest way he ever had. He poured all of his love and feeling for her in that one kiss. He licked her lips, teased, pressed his chest against her breasts, reveled in the soft feel of her, in the warmth of her mouth, the shocked sound in the back of her throat, her mouth that opened slightly, his tongue touching hers and licking her lips again as he let go of her.

She stood there, frozen, with big eyes. Astonished, surprised.

'Sweet enough for you?' He asked sotfly as he tried to read her. He loved that he saw how dark her eyes had become. 'You'd asked me to kiss you remember? So, see you in a while yeah?' He said as he turned around and hurried up the stairs.

She heard him turn on the shower when she could breathe again. She put her hand against the wall to steady herself as she inhaled quickly. She felt dizzy from his kiss. She didn't remember –ever- being kissed like that before. All sorts of feelings ran through her. She could feel the heat radiating from her cheeks. Her heart pounding in her ears from arousal. Her lips felt swollen, intensely sensitive and warm. The tingling sensation of his lips still on hers, in her mouth. She put her hand against her mouth to try and hold on to that feeling as long as possible.

Not toooo fluffy I hope. But ahh well... They do deserve some fluffiness right? Especially after all the fighting I put them trough? I'll try to update soon this time and to actually FINISH the story :) xxx