Release

Cal rolled over in his spare bed. He squinted through the darkness, toward the door, and he heard it close softly. He barely heard her soft footsteps as she tread across plush carpeting toward him.

The sky was lit by white clouds of snow, and through the dim light that streamed in from outside, he could make out her slender form.

He pulled back the sheets sleepily, expecting her to take up residence beside him, but she hovered by the edge of the bed and he heard her breathing heavily.

"Gill?" he whispered groggily. "You all right, love?"

He made out her hands moving in the darkness, heard the ruffling of fabric on her skin as she lifted his shirt from her body, exposing her silhouette for him. She kneeled forward onto the bed and inched forward balanced on her knees.

He slowly sat for her and supported himself with a locked elbow. He could hear her crying softly and felt her breath ragged on his face as he leaned toward her.

Unaware of what to do, he trailed her silver lit figure carefully, and looked up to find her eyes closed. She rasped, leaned forward to place a wet cheek against him, nuzzling gently. "Touch me," she begged, bringing her mouth to his ear, to trace hot, ragged breath against his lobe.

He obliged and brought his hand to her face, wiped the tears that fell steadily. He drew his hand through her hair; let long strands of golden brown pass through them. She exhaled deeply as his fingers greeted her neck, trailed her soft shoulders, grazed lightly down her arms.

He was gentle as he took her hands in his, turning it to place a careful kiss to her palm.

She drew quick breaths and opened her eyes to meet him. She reached for his face and pulled him toward her, and he lifted himself on his knees.

She took his lips gently, lips that had once greeted her playfully, at a time when her heart hadn't ached for him. She felt him part his lips against her; sadness gripped his motions.

"Please," she cried taking his mouth hungrily this time. "Make it stop."

He groaned as she climbed on top of him, straddling. She ground her weight into him, felt him rise under her.

"Gill," he sighed into her mouth, warm as her tongue wrapped around his.

He opened his eyes as she kissed him, blurrily made out the tears that lined her face. "Please Gill..." he gasped, as her hands wound into his hair. "Please, Gill, I can't."

She continued to run her tongue around his mouth, searching heavily. She pulled back to look him in the eyes as her hands trailed from his shoulders down his chest, and she returned to their kiss, moved to expose her long slender neck for him, inviting him forward.

He obliged to her direction, and kissed, sucked, tongued her gently as he moved down her neck. He trailed fingertips along her collar, over her shoulders.

When his finger had passed over her skin, he followed it, lined her with kisses.

She shuddered as the warmth began to take hold of her body and she felt the familiar enticement grip her middle, instantly instructing her body forward.

She found the band of his boxers and dipped her fingers under the elastic, found him moist and hard against her fingertips. She gripped him swiftly, before he had time to reach her hands.

"Gillian," he released weakly against her lobe. "Is this what you want? Now?" He groaned into her hair as she wrapped her dexterous fingers around him, tugged him upward. "Oh God," he released.

She writhed on top of him, fought for position as she placed him long and thick under her. She lowered herself wet and hot for him, and she moaned sadly as rubbed her body against him. "I want you," she said weakly, and ground her hips above him.

The weight of her was beginning to sit heavily on his knees, and he shifted. She gripped to him tightly, afraid he would push her off.

He trailed his hands up her thighs to grip her ass, which pushed her forward, to continue her steady motions on him. He touched her face, found her lips, her tongue which flicked for him. He pulled back to trail a palm down her neck, down between her breasts.

Her eyes met him. Wide, dark; she was hungry for release.

She inhaled shakily as he pressed a palm to her flat stomach, stopped her motions as his thumb dipped between her wet folds to rub against her sensitive clit. She released her breath heavily and moaned as she leaned back. He placed a hand quickly to her lower back and helped her to lie gently on the bed.

Her legs fell weakly to rest on either side of him as she surrendered to his movements. He stroked her gently with his thumb, looked up at her body as she trembled slightly. He attempted to read her in the darkness.

He dipped a finger inside her, stroked her gently before placing a second within her. Her breathing was thickening, was more fluid as she gasped above him.

He pulled a pillow from the top of the bed and placed it under her hips quickly, before she had time to oppose. He dipped his fingers within her again and placed a palm flat to her pelvis, and pushed down gently.

She moaned as he stroked within her; amazed with how he found her instantly, without the direction from her hips. She panted above him as she reached to grip the sheets, grappled without reason, until she found her breasts.

The fire gripped her suddenly that her head flicked back. She arched her back forcefully.

He removed his fingers from her slowly and dipped his head to kiss her abdomen. She moved to sit up but he trailed his hands up her side, instructing her to lie back.

She fought to regain her breath and she ran her fingers through her hair, mesmerised by Cal's tongue as he traced over her middle, kissed her gently. She was taken aback as his tongue dipped between her folds suddenly. He wrapped his lips around her and sucked her gently.

She forced her legs up suddenly, knees heavy and tired, and her hand gripped his hair. Her breath altered and a moan seized in her throat; sensitive within his lips.

He gripped her knees, guided her legs with his hands to rest on his back, as he continued skilfully. His movements were slow and her moans were needy, and the orgasm hit her slowly, rolled over her body. She panted as her legs rolled from his body.

He leaned forward and placed his ear to her chest, lowered his weight on her gradually.

She forced her arms to hold him; pressed her nails into his back lightly, as she willed the calm to push through her consciousness.

He shifted his head, looked up above her breast to the bruise, the sizeable bite mark that resided. He trailed gentle fingertips over it, and when she looked down at him and his movements, he pulled himself up to place a kiss over the mark.

She ran her hands through his hair, and for the first time in awhile, looked on him with dry eyes.

He made a small sound at the back of his throat and he rolled from her, tucking an arm under her skilfully, to take her with him. He held her by his side and leaned over to pull the blankets over them.

She pulled herself up to meet his lips and she kissed him passionately, slowly. Their tongues writhed together in their mutual warmth and her hands began to trace circles on his skin, found the waistband of his boxers again.

"Gill," her name released as easily as breath.

Her fingers moved on him and she gripped him, adept to the task at hand.

It was his turn to breathe erratically on her skin, and she watched his face, the creases that formed as he moaned slightly. She worked meticulously and shivered against him.

He pulled her hands from her work and drew them to his chest. "C'mere love," he soothed, and rolled toward her to rest on his side.

"I'm not finished," she whispered against his ear. "I want you."

"Soon, love."

"No," she kissed him and licked her lips. "Now." She lowered her hand again to grip him.

He sighed as she lifted her leg over him, pressing him against her opening.

"Drop the kid gloves, Cal," she instructed. "I'm not going to break."

He took her mouth, pressed into her gradually, and she wrapped around him, wet and warm. She cooed against him, and he leaned forward to hold her tightly, buried his nose in her hair, and nipped her neck.

She shuddered as he pushed within her slowly, and she clenched her muscles around him. She felt another shiver course through her as she reacted to his tenderness.

He kissed her again and their teeth clashed with mouths wide open. He tightened his grip on her as he felt the familiar numbness rise within him. He bent his head to kiss her neck as her leg tightened around him.

She melted against him as her skin cooled, as his warm hands trailed her backside. Her arm draped across his chest.

"That's better," he whispered, smiling in the darkness.

"What's better?"

He pulled the hair from her face, continued to run his hands through her hair. "You're not tense anymore."

She looked up from his chest, pressed her chin into him. A wide smile spread across her face and he mirrored her, warmed by her gift.

Her brow came together gradually. "What?" she asked quizzically.

"It's so bloody brilliant to see you smile, love."

They were quiet for a time; pressed against one another, lost in each other's gentle breathing.

His hands grew silent on her back and she drifted easily into a weightless dream

"Cal," she whispered, stretching beside him.

A soft grunt gripped his throat and he rolled on his side to meet her, pulled her into him tightly. Eyes still closed, he kissed her forehead.

"Cal," she repeated. "I don't want to go home tomorrow."

He opened his eyes and blinked slowly. "You don't have to."

"I want to stay with you."

He smiled and kissed her slowly. "Then you'll stay." He traced a tender line along her shoulder. "There is one problem."

"What's that?"

He leaned forward and kissed her bare shoulder. "You have a serious lack of clothing."

She chuckled softly against him and curled her head under his.

"Gill?"

"Yeah."

"You can stay, but I have one request."

She rolled out from under his chin and looked up at him. "What's that?"

"Can we go back to my room? This bed is unbelievably uncomfortable."

She leaned forward smiling, and pressed her forehead to his chest. "I thought you'd never ask."

A/N: O.O ... ... :)