AN: M rated.

PJ

Cal stood in the kitchen doorway and watched his wife at the bench. She was in casual jeans and a loose fitting shirt; bare feet and arms. Her hair was damp in places where it had trailed in the bath and was now in casual waves as it dried naturally without her straightening it. She was making a salad to accompany the pasta bake that the chicken had lured her out of the bath for. Cal had gone to take a phone call in the living room and had came back to find her dressed and in the kitchen. It was a little disappointing.

"I can feel you watching me," Gillian suddenly said without turning around.

Cal swung through the doorway and approached behind her. The pasta bake was resting on a chopping board next to where she was working. The smell of garlic and cheese was strong in the air. Cal wasn't quite sure what drew him across the room, the food, or his wife. He approached behind her, admiring the curve of her neck while out of the corner of his eye, he noted the time. Plenty of time.

"What are you doing?" Gillian asked, breaking the silence that had thickened the longer Cal studied her.

"Nothin'," Cal murmured reaching out a hand to trail fingertips along her soft skin.

Gillian ignored him. "Are you hungry?"

"For you? Yep."

Gillian turned on the spot. She wore an amused grin. "That was cheesy and it wasn't quite what I meant."

Cal stepped up close to her and she took a half step backwards, resting on her heel as she leaned against the bench, her hands gripping the edge of it tightly. Cal got closer still, until his thighs were brushing against hers. He liked the way Gillian's eyes travelled to his mouth and she hitched her breath in slightly. He waited. He wondered what she would do next.

"Dinner?" Gillian offered meekly.

Cal softened his gaze. "You're really gonna offa me dinna when we have an hour and a half of Lewis free time?"

Gillian looked thoughtful for a moment. "I'd love to make you work for it right now, you know how I like to tease, but you're right," she leaned in close to him, so their torsos connected, their chests. "We don't have time."

Cal grinned lasciviously a split second before Gillian's lips crashed into his. Her arms tightened around his neck, pressing in closer against him. Cal's hands automatically fell into place on her back; one upper, one lower. Gillian kissed him in a hungry way; her mouth hard but hot and her tongue firm, demanding. It made Cal feel weak in the knees, slightly lightheaded and desperate for more. So, so desperate.

Cal pressed into her until she was leaning against the bench again. Her body felt warm through her shirt and she kissed him so passionately he felt the need to outdo her. They kissed harder and dug at each other's skin until they were gasping for air and Gillian shoved him away with a: "Bloody hell Cal!"

Cal took a few steps backwards and shot her a dark look. "I love it when you speak British to me." He crossed the space again as Gillian pushed herself off the bench. They crashed into each other in half the distance, their arms wrapping around each other, their bodies pressing against each other tightly, their lips smothering each other. Gillian let out a little moan. Cal found a pounding in his groin that just begged to be released and he wondered how Gillian's body reacted to him. If they way she tugged his clothes off him was anything to go by, then she was just as frantic for him as he was for her.

As Gillian heaved his shirt off over his head she pressed him backwards, until he was taking blind steps in reverse. His backside hit the edge of the breakfast island and Cal took that opportunity to turn on her. He spun her around so she was backing out of the room and pulled her shirt roughly over her head. He threw it against the wall and in that moment Gillian grabbed at the top of his jeans and started pulling him towards her while unbuttoning them at the same time.

"Speaking British huh?" Gillian asked him as their arms fought over each other to undress as fast as possible.

"Yeah, it's fascinatin'."

"Fascinating?"

"You're fascinatin'."

They reached their bed room and banged the door back against the wall as they barged through it. Gillian had her hands in his pants as they crossed the room, almost stumbling as they tripped over clothes and limbs and agonising lust. Gillian laughed as her knees hit the bed and folded as she fell, pulling Cal down with her. She kissed Cal again, some of her fiery fury gone. "What are we rushing for?" She asked breathlessly. "Didn't you say you're going to pick Lewis up at eight?"

Cal covered her mouth with his but while he throbbed with wanting her, and her slim fingers were doing dangerous things, like pushing away his underwear, the kiss was tender, hot, wet, slow, provocative. "You want it slow darlin'?"

"Oh god," Gillian moaned, squirming a little where she lay under him. "You know how I like it Cal." She fixed dark blue eyes pointedly on him. Cal gazed down at her, supporting his weight on his arms, his hips pressing against her waist. He watched as her cheeks crept slowly red. "What do you see when you look at me like that?" Gillian asked softly.

"I see the love of my life," Cal told her the truth with unwavering pale blue eyes. "That is what is so fascinatin', by the way."

"I don't know which comment to react to first."

Cal gave her a lazy grin. He shifted away from her reach so he could shift her jeans down over her hips and thighs. Gillian propped herself up on her elbows while she watched him kick his underwear away and then crouch on the floor in front of her. His hands gently parted her thighs and his head descended.

"Wow!" Gillian's hips bucked involuntarily. "While I love how good you are with your mouth," she breathed. "Explain to me what do you mean by fascinating?" When Cal simply responded with a lazy turn of his tongue that almost made her knee him in the side of the head, Gillian drew fingers through his hair and gave a tug. "Cal! I'm serious! Tell me!" She heard him chuckle and he teased her again, his hand snaking up to pry her hand loose. He locked their fingers together and held them tightly. She felt his lips, tongue, teeth against her, purposeful in their casualness. The waves of sensations stilled the words in her mouth until she got used to them. "Cal," she breathed holding his hand tighter. "You're the love of my life too."

Cal pulled away for just a second, just enough to murmur a 'thank you' before he resumed. The sweetness of his gratitude warmed Gillian's cheeks and made her chest heave. They might not be having a lot of frequent sex, like they used to pre-Lewis, but the sex they had now was not only precious because if its rarity, but because, for whatever reason, Cal expressed himself so vividly. The wild passion from the kitchen contrasted against this gentle coaxing in such a delicious way Gillian was writhing against the mattress easily. And even as she was basking in the aftermath, feeling wonderful and thinking about how her life had delivered Cal to her, he trailed kisses along her thigh and then over hips, her waist, up the curve of her chest, over her breasts to her neck and finally her swollen lips.

Gillian applied pressure until Cal turned over onto his back. She straddled over his hips and kissed him delicately, feeling a little like the room was spinning, that maybe she had fallen down the rabbit hole. How was it he made her fall in love with him a little more as the months went by; as they year's crawled by day by day? "Tell me," she whispered against his lips before drawing them out into a hot kiss.

"Can't very well talk with your tongue in my mouth," Cal pointed out lightly.

Gillian slapped at his chest playfully. He gave her a grin, his pale eyes had gone dark and she could feel how hard he was underneath her. Gillian slid off him again, loving the friction of their skin against each other. She leaned her chest against him, hooked her leg over his thigh, and slid a hand over his hips to his groin. Cal let out a low moan and gasped in the next breath. "How about now?" Gillian asked him, feeling the look of pleasure on his face make her hot inside. "Can you tell me now?"

"Bit distracted."

"I can stop," Gillian stilled her hand slowly, adopting a very innocent tone of voice.

Cal's eyes flew open as his head turned towards her. "Don't stop," he told her.

"So tell me," Gillian demanded.

"What was I gonna tell you?"

"Why I'm so fascinating."

"Oh that," Cal's voice hitched on the last word as Gillian slid her fingers over him again. "I love to watch you luv. The beautiful curve of your face, the way your lips part slightly when you're excited about somethin'. The delight of you bein' with Lewis. I love seein' how you react to life. I love hearin' what you have to say about somethin'. You know why I used to be such an idiot around you?"

"Playground antics?"

Cal turned his head to watch her again. "Yeah that and I hadn't figad out that it was a far betta reaction when you knew for sure I was in love with you," Cal's voice hitched again. Gillian knew she was close to driving him over the edge, which was fine for him, but not for her. She wasn't finished with him yet. Gillian leaned forward to kiss him. Cal shifted over her, pressing her back against the mattress. His hands were firm on her skin and she could feel him grinding his hips against her. She shifted her body, opened her thighs to him. He drove into her, the sheer raw hunger taking over for a second before the rationality of time and a much deeper connection took over.

They moved against each other, setting up a steady drive that intensified as their desire did. The rocket that shot through Gillian just about lifted her off the bed. She buried her face into Cal's shoulder and listened to the ragged draw of his breath, felt the hot dampness of his skin against her own and experienced the tension of his muscles as he drew his pleasure out of her.

"Oh god," Gillian breathed as she dropped back against the bed.

"Nah, but I reckon I'm close," Cal quipped. Gillian, with her eyes closed, blindly batted at him. Her hand connected with his shoulder just before he moved away from her. She heard his amused laugh. "Tell me again."

"Tell you what?" Gillian feigned a grump. When she felt this gooey good it wasn't feasible to be grumpy with him.

"Tell me you love me."

"I love you Cal." She opened her eyes to find his blues peering at her.

"What if it was a toss-up between me and chocolate?"

Gillian laughed. "Don't make me choose between two great loves."

"That was a deflection," Cal accused.

"I'd choose the chocolate," Gillian answered him.

Cal studied her for a split second and broke into a grin almost simultaneously. "Lie-a lie-a," he sing-songed. Gillian giggled. Cal groaned. "You know that only makes me want you more right?"

"Right," Gillian agreed with a slight nod and a confident smile.