So, why'd I take so long to update this? Oh yeah, I was trying to figure out what went missing in 'In The Wind' AND there really wasn't! Good case, good relationship plus great actors: what more could one ask for? Thanks for all your reviews and here's what I thought went missing:

Chapter 11: A Typical Evening

Heavy weights clunked on the machines, releasing bodily fluids in the half filled gymnasium. Eric clenched and released breaths when his hands yanked almost the weight of himself. Sweat surfaced after just a few minutes.

From a distance eyes snuck over the top of a book to devour him time after time.

Eric left the machine and grabbed his small towel off a bench nearby beside his bottled water. While ridding his face of the sticky substance he caught these sexy green eyes spying from a far away bench. He smirked and went to another machine which offered support for heavy or so called 'muscular' persons to do pull ups.

Calleigh suddenly lowered the useless novel and stared at the perfect rhythm of his bent legs moving up and down, occasionally exposing his stomach bathed in slik sweat. She exhaled and bit her lip. He managed to catch her gaze and froze with his legs in mid-air distracting her.

"Haha," he jumped down and grabbed his towel and water, "let's go."

"We just got here thrity minutes ago." She watched him slowly approaching.

"And you're a distraction, so let's go."

"Okay," she rose, book in hand.

"Stop with the innocent look." Calleigh blushed and punched him in the arm. They both joined hands as they left.

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In her BMW the music was purely southern but his played straight hip-hop. At first, Eric couldn't fathom how he was going to reveal to her that country music was his 'thing' - but thank God for her telling him that the genre wasn't the only good thing to listen to.

Usher's lyrics blasted in his car on the way to her house. Eric couldn't get enough of his sex-like music: 'the soundtrack of his life' as he'd sometimes put it.

"I won't knock, or ring no bells, you just float that bottom up in the air," he sang, "said I'll get you hot, I know you oh so well, and when I'm walking all that I wanna here is..."

Calleigh giggled at him dancing in the seat looking all 'bad-ass'. She too rocked to the beat.

"Hey, hey, hey daddy," she added to the chorus, "hey, hey, hey daddy."

He immediately stopped moving, surprized at her knowledge of the song. An automatic blush bloomed in her face like a red rose as she laughed. One aspect of her that he could not get tired of.

When they got to her house Eric flopped onto the couch exhaustedly followed by her climbing onto his lap. Their eyes connected on such an intimate but subtle level. Then she began placing kisses on his lips, cheek and neck as soft as butterflies, another aspect of hers. But suddenly he let out a sigh.

"What's wrong? I thought you said that was the song of your life?"

"Yeah, but..."

"But?" she continued kissing.

"I'm hungry. Aren't you hungry?"

"Yeah," she replied from his chest, "isn't it obvious?" They both laughed and she snaked her arms around his neck. "Okay fine, I'll go find something." They rose from the couch.

"You have any of those ribs left over?" he asked, suddenly eager to eat. He followed her to the kitchen.

"Yes, now calm down," she opened the fridge.

"Is that pasta in there?" Eric stretched over her small form as if to enter the fridge, almost squashing her in the process.

"Ugh," she stood placing her hands on her hips, "so it's true when they say 'the way to a guy's heart is food'."

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The hot running water mixed with her favourite body wash soothed her skin and senses in the shower. It felt good enough to soak her hair in. She sighed as the steam fogged the translucent glass, entrapping her body in comfort. A grin plastered on her face as she remembered the countless times Eric tried to sneek in with her, even though he bathed first, and failed. Now she deeply considered a lock on her bathroom door.

Ten minutes later, as Eric predicted, the door revealed her frame wrapped in a white cotton towel swaying towards the bedroom. She opened the drawer and looked in, not once facing him.

"What's with the towel?" he teased.

Calleigh smirked to herself, her cheeks fighting to stay their fair hue.

"What is with the towel?"

She retrieved her underwear and slipped it on quickly. Then allowed the white material to slide off her body and double at her feet. And with her back still turned she grabbed one of his large, black t-shirts with writing and put it on.

Suddenly a pair of hands grasped her waist causing her to jump back into his arms.

"What's the matter?" he asked holding her close.

"Nothing, you just startled me."

"Sorry," he snuggled his chin into her neck. As much as his fresh scent pleased her, Calleigh squirmed away from his prickly beard that he tickled her with.

"Stop."

"What?" he laughed, following her to her side of the bed.

Eric held her palms trying to pull her in for a kiss but she moved away and sat space next him instead.

"Okay - something's bothering you," Eric deduced correctly.

"No... not really."

"I knew it," he smiled down at her, "tell me."

"It is the very problem," she clarified, "it keeps on happening."

"Oh, the so called it," he sighed looking down on her. Her great green eyes stared back.

"I just don't wanna feel like this is just sex. Like, we don't see each other as much as we want to and when we do..."

"Yeah," he agreed, "I don't refer to it as just sex, Cal.. It's more like making love. I know you, you know me, for many years now - you're my best friend, Cal.."

"True, but, I guess what I'm saying is that: we need to develop a better relationship... act like a proper couple, rather than having our hormones out of control." Eric laughed which led her to laugh, too.

"I understand, and you're right," he stretched a hand around her back, "anything else on your mind?"

His light brown, chocolate eyes stared adorably into hers and she became shy.

"I can't say," she gazed down.

"Why not?"

"I don't know how you'd react."

"Try me." Eric scooped her up and carried her to the middle of the bed. They rested on the bedpost in silence for a while, her head against his shoulder. Calleigh took a deep breath and began:

"What if - what if I ended up getting pregnant?"

"Now?" he queried calmly to her relief.

"Yeah," she faced him nervously.

"First of all: are you trying to tell me something?" he looked suddenly surprized.

"No, no! I'm just asking," she quipped.

"Oh," he faced forward then her again, "then I'd be happy. Maybe at first I'd be crazed that it's so early in the relationship but yeah, I'd be more than happy."

Calleigh was somewhat shocked at his reply, stuck between extreme happiness and disbelief. Stupidly she failed to realize she was gaping. Eric began laughing.

"Hey," he called, "you'd expect me to just walk out and leave you?"

"No," she answered, still recovering from the 'shock'. He pressed a sweet kiss to her forehead and pulled away to stare at her again. She sunk into the space between their pillows leaving his arm around nothing.

"You okay?" he eventually asked after watching her countenance change slightly. It couldn't have been that hard to ask me... are you sure you're not trying to tell me something?"

"No," she grinned, "I'm just, really glad that you said that. It kinda seemed surreal."

His leg swung over both of hers and he leaned over her body.

"Surreal, huh?" he whispered against her lips making her shiver.

"Yeah."

A delicate but tasteful kiss it was. As usual her hands cupped his cheeks forcing him closer and he'd follow her guide.

"Uh oh," he mummbled, "it's happening again."

"You mean us making love?"

"You said it." He lifted her into a sitting position and she inevitably leaned against him in union.

"Hey, hey, hey daddy."

Song by Usher