AN: strong T rating for content and theme.

PJ

If having a kid halved the chances of having sex in any given week, then having two children meant that chance was dropped again by another half. Which left a good twenty-five percent probability. But then work had to be factored in, which was a whopping thirty percent of the week, and that left around... seventeen percent-ish... and then you had to minus all the hours that involved travel, meals and sleeping. And that just didn't leave a lot of chances at all. Cal was not the kind of man to be able to work out the figures exactly, but he knew it was low. Like maybe... a two percent chance, if he was lucky. That was really low. Loker could probably figure out a computer program to calculate the exact figure but Cal was merely daydreaming when he was meant to be working.

Cal focussed back on his computer screen. Not that he was obsessing about sex. Not at all. It was just that... well he did enjoy it and he enjoyed it very much with his wife and while he was not afraid to, uh, sort himself out in the shower several mornings a week, even though he knew Gillian had some sort of weird aversion to it; having a wank was just not the same as shagging his wife. And neither was her sucking him off either, although that was also highly enjoyable because she did this thing with her tongue...

It was Gillian that made sex so special. It was being with her and making love to her or just getting off together. It was what connected them and... just... it was a way of communicating without words and to be honest, those were some of Cal's favourite ways, despite also quite enjoying surprising his wife with a well worded speech now and then. It was their magic.

Of course, he didn't really want to sit her down and go 'hey Gill were you aware we only had sex once this week?' just in case that was far too blunt and ruined his chances even more. Not that Gillian held sex against him as a form of punishment. Nor had she objected to more sex. Nor had she object to direct conversations about their sex-life. He saw the way she looked at him. She thought about it too. And they had been here before of course, with Lewis, after he'd gotten more mobile, which meant they couldn't just leave him alone for any amount of time. And now Owen was at the same stage too, and of course Lewis was seven, and most nights Cal and Gillian both fell into bed exhausted.

It was an incredibly old argument, this sex-less thing, and Cal supposed that if Owen didn't have problems they had to worry about maybe their sex life would be different. So who was he to complain? He'd rather have his son alive and well. Certainly. And he wasn't sure if he should bring sex up with Gillian again. Would it look like he was demanding sex out of his wife? He really didn't want her to think that. There was a time when he really would have come across as that shallow. There was a time when he would have by-passed the conversation and just thrown himself at his wife; he had done that. But he would never do that to Gillian because that kind of behaviour was unacceptable. They talked about things and they worked out solutions. It was just that Cal didn't want to go over old territory again. Surely they would be better equipped a second time around?

"What are you day dreaming about?" Gillian asked as she strolled across his office.

This was a perfect reason for having his desk so far away from the door. So he could watch her approach with the sway of her hips and the click of her heels and the jiggle of her breasts, the flutter of her hair. He gave her a leering grin. "Nothin' at all."

"Liar, liar," Gillian told him forcefully. She took a seat opposite his desk, slid down into it to echo his posture.

"Thinkin' about you."

"Aw that's cute," she gave him a smile.

"What are you up to?" Cal threw the pen in his hand to the blotter.

"I was just out with Loker."

"I hope that was about a case."

Gillian ignored him. "Did you know we've only had sex once this week?"

Cal's jaw actually popped open to hang before he caught hold of himself again.

"Are you surprised to hear that?" Gillian queried warily.

"No, it's just that..."

"That's what you were just thinking about?"

"You know me too well," Cal complained.

Gillian gave a shrug. "You're an open book."

Cal chuckled. No, that was Gillian. Especially now the ripples of his brain injury had settled down and he wasn't so confused about things anymore.

"Did you come up with anything interesting?" Gillian went on.

"I miss you."

Gillian gave him a softer smile and shifted her shoes so her legs swung back and forth a little. Cal realised at this precise angle, if she dared to open her legs just a fraction, he would catch a rather nice glimpse of her underwear.

"Where's Trouble?"

"With Aunt Ria."

"So?" Cal's eyebrows went up. "I've always wanted to christen your desk."

Gillian's eyebrows also went up. "In the middle of the day? With people here? Uh uh," she tsked. She shifted her elbows to lever herself up a little higher. "I have to take Trouble home anyway, he's due for his nap."

"Did you have fun out in the real world with the big people?"

"Yes it was thrilling. Made me realise exactly what I was missing."

"Anythin' specific?"

Gillian's legs parted and Cal's gaze focussed intently and yes, as she pushed herself up out of the chair from the awkward slant, she did flash her underwear at him. Dark blue. Cal felt his stomach and groin and heart tighten up all at once. That was so on purpose. Cal got up quickly and headed around his desk, sliding hands around her waist. She gave him a smile, one of those amused at a secret ones. "That was naughty," he growled pressing a kiss against her neck. He felt her hand along the back of his shoulders, squeezing slightly.

"I miss," Gillian whispered.

Cal pulled her closer, daring to squeeze her tightly. "What?" He prompted. "What do you miss?"

"You, Cal, I miss you."

Cal growled again, nuzzling a little and then letting her go before she could push him away; she was still carefully about overt public displays of groping. Cal was starting to feel desperate, the pull for her more intense now she was so physically close, and he could see it there in his wife's eyes too.

"Tonight," Gillian told him softly and it sounded a little like a question and little like a request. Cal nodded and she smoothed fingers along his jaw and down the side of his neck, giving his shoulder a pat before she started to walk away. "I've got something special for you. See you tonight."