A/N: This chapter is also rated M. Hadn't planned on another one, but that's the way it goes sometimes. Thanks again for reading, and for all the lovely reviews!

Gillian groaned and rolled over in Cal's bed to smack the snooze alarm again. She pulled the comforter tight around herself, snuggling into its warmth and allowed her mind to drift, hoping to get just a few more minutes of sleep. It had been a very long night indeed – they'd finally fallen asleep sometime around dawn, completely spent and blissfully happy. How in the world Cal had managed to jump right out of bed, fully energized, was beyond her. Lingering adrenaline, perhaps. Lord knows he had enough of it. The things that man could do…

She smiled and sighed, then threw the covers back in defeat. Her imagination had already begun to wander, and the sound of Cal's shower running in the background was suddenly much more interesting than another nine minutes of rest. Yes, she was being impulsive – they were already running late and still had to at least try to show up at the office on time. But still… the thought of a quick little escapade in the shower was very, very tempting.

She sat on the edge of the bed, wrapped in one rumpled sheet and debating her next move. There were a few changes of clothes still stashed in Cal's guest room from her last overnight stay – that alone would save her a trip across town to her apartment before work. And if she skipped breakfast too, that just might give her… oh, say thirty extra minutes of leeway. Gillian grinned. The thought of everything they could manage to do in thirty minutes made her positively giddy. Just one night in his arms and she was already addicted.

Gillian padded naked and barefoot toward the bathroom door and listened. She could hear Cal's voice over the steady stream of water - he was actually singing. Sinatra, by the sound of it. She never would have pegged him as a shower singer, but he was actually pretty good. He sounded relaxed and happy, to the point that she could hear the smile in his voice through the muffled lyrics.

Sneaking, she edged the door open and stepped onto the cool tile. If he was aware of her presence, he certainly didn't show it… he just kept right on humming and singing and sounding happier than she'd heard him in years. She could see the outline of his body through the thick glass door – he was turned away from her, soaping his hair and clearly not expecting company. Perfect.

"Mind if I join you?" she asked as she quickly slid the door open and stepped in behind him.

Cal gave an excited little growl under his breath and then turned to face her, grinning wickedly. Gillian's eyes shot to the top of his head in surprise – he'd fashioned a short, makeshift mow hawk with the shampoo suds. It looked totally out of character and completely adorable, especially given the expression on his face. She couldn't help herself – she tried to cover her mouth before the giggles burst through, but it was no use. He was just too damn cute.

"Not exactly the reaction a man wants to hear when he's naked, love. Performance anxiety, and all that."

"Sorry," she managed, the giggles quickly dying off as he pressed against her. His arms wrapped around her waist and she raised her chin on instinct, baring her neck to him. His lips stroked against her throat immediately, and Gillian gave a distracted moan. Talking was the last thing on her mind, but she felt just the tiniest bit guilty for laughing at him.

"I couldn't help it," she offered. "You're just so…"

Cal tossed her a half-hearted pout as the last traces of shampoo disappeared under the spray. "Please don't say adorable."

"I wasn't going to," she lied, knowing he would catch it.

He quirked a brow at her, but let the comment pass and turned his attention back to her neck. "Ruggedly handsome sounds much better," he offered. "Maybe even dashing? Sexy?" Each thought was punctuated with a wet, open mouthed kiss against her warm skin as his fingers traced her curves.

"All of the above," she breathed, and she felt him smile against her.

"That's my girl."

"Always," she said.

Cal's lips shifted from her throat to the sensitive skin just below her ear, and her eyes hooded over as he teased the spot relentlessly. She moaned as he began to work his thumbs over her breasts, arching into his touch and sliding her hands down his back in silent encouragement. That mouth of his was dangerous – it made her want to give in to every naughty desire she'd ever had and never leave his house again.

When he lifted his head a moment later, his eyes locked with hers as he took one final step forward and pressed her into the shower wall. A split second of silence passed between them – just long enough for her to read his expression. Love… desire… uninhibited passion. It made her dizzy to think all of that was finally hers. That he was finally hers.

Gillian crashed against his mouth and slipped her tongue inside, eagerly stroking against him. Her fingers plunged through his wet hair, pulling lightly to anchor him in place. She swallowed his groan as the kiss deepened, delighting in the feel of his entire body against hers, hard and strong and ready. She couldn't get enough of him.

Cal hooked one hand under her knee and lifted it over his hip. Gillian took the hint, bracing against his shoulders for support and quickly wrapping both legs around his waist. He brushed against her entrance, teasing and testing – waiting to hear that one magic word spill from her lips.

"Please…"

With a quick shift of his hips, he stroked inside.

Gillian gasped at the sensation, then let out a long, drawn out moan. Her eyes closed automatically and her head dropped forward to nuzzle against him. She pressed her lips against his neck, his throat, his jaw – every single inch of skin that she could reach, again and again in time with the rhythm of his hips.

Cal was relentless. She'd expected him to tease her a bit, just as he'd done the night before. To take her right to the edge and then back away, only to drive her higher and higher before finally giving her a release. But not this time. His movements were quick and steady, and he kept hitting that one perfect spot… the one that made her eyes roll back in her head and her hips buck against his involuntarily.

Within seconds, she was panting his name, rocking against him as much as their position allowed. And every time she shifted, she could hear his breathing change – feel the length of him grow impossibly harder inside her. He was as close to the edge as she was, and each of them was trying to hold out for the other.

"Look at me, Gill."

His voice was strained and desperate, and she knew exactly what he wanted. To see the look in her eyes when she finally crashed… and to know that it was because of him. That it was for him.

Her eyes met his instantly, and she was gone – every single muscle pulsed against him, clutching him so tightly that she began to see stars. She could hear nothing, save for the pounding of her own heart and the sound of his name echoing off the walls of the small shower as she came apart in his arms.

And then with a few final strokes, he followed her – gasping her name again and again through gritted teeth and burning lungs. He rested his forehead against hers and kissed her gently before lowering her legs to the ground.

Cal pulled her off the shower wall and into his arms again. His hands rubbed a soothing caress up her spine and over her shoulders, and then he kissed her again, slow and sweet.

"I love you, Gillian," he said.

Her smile lit up her entire face, and her reply was instant. "I love you, too."

"Promise me something?"

"Anything."

"Promise me it'll always be like this?"

Gillian cupped Cal's cheek in her palm, stroking the smooth skin with her thumb. "I think it always has been," she answered. "We're just not afraid to see it anymore."