I'm a sucker, I had to post this today. All attempts by my friends to pursuade me worked. I hope you enjoy, this isn't exactly hard R, but some naughty things are definately implied.

"Gil? What are you," my words were interrupted by a small hiccup, "doing here?"

"Cath, you looked awful earlier. I came to make sure you were alright."

With a sigh, I step aside and let him enter my home. His arm brushes my chest as he enters, and it feels like fire when his arm is gone. Why can't I get over him?

As we go into the living room, he eyes the bottles scattered on the table. I smile and shake my head to say I didn't drink them all tonight. This seems to satisfy his curiosity, and he sits on the couch. He looks to me and asks, "Are you alright?"

I want to scream, NO! It's all your fucking fault I'm not alright. If you didn't come to my house every night and fuck up my mind I'd be great. But instead, I just fall into place next to him and say "Fuck" as my head spins. He looks to me with that concerned expression that's been haunting me lately, and gently presses the back of his hand to my forehead. At the contact I groan, loudly. He looks startled, but sums it up to a fever, and he smiles. "Care to share what's wrong?"

I give him the evil eye and mutter, " Not really. No."

He looks surprised, we've been quite open and honest with each other, and if one of us has a problem we discuss it. He opens his mouth to say something, but I cut him off with, "Gil, just fuck off! I don't need to talk about everything that flits into my head! I don't even know why you're here, you shouldn't be. I don't need…" I lose my steam that fast, and I look to him with tears shimmering in my eyes. He takes me into his arms and rocks me, like a mother would a screaming infant.

And I'm in heaven.

His scent surrounds me in a way it never has before. I must be sick, because instead of backing out of the embrace, I cuddle further into it. I sigh contentedly as his arms tighten around me, and I feel like I'm floating on some cloud in the sky. I look to his face and see that his eyes are closed, I have to know, right here, right now, what it will be like to kiss him. Slowly, I lean in, towards his face, and press my lips to his. Nothing invasive, just enough to register what his lips feel like.

As I realize he hasn't pushed me away, I move to kiss him harder, deeper. It's like playing with fire and I love it. I feel him shift next to me, and I'm about to pull away but then I feel his response to my kiss and I melt. Melt further into his arms, and loving embrace. I feel alive, happy, and loved. A combination I've never felt before. I look into his eyes as we pull apart, and see everything I feel reflected back at me. Love, lust, hunger, joy, fear, longing, they're all there.

I slowly make to stand, and his expression changes. He looks afraid, and hurt. I smile, take his hand, and pull him up. He seems to understand that we're going on a field trip, and follows me down the hall, into my bedroom. His eyes go wide as he realizes where we are, and he stops to look around. I smirk at the look of awe he gets while observing my things. I follow the general direction of his gaze, and my heart flutters. He's looking at the picture of himself I have next to my bed. I grin and look at the floor as his gaze falls on me.

A shiver runs through me as he steps nearer. And as his hands come to rest on my hips I look into his eyes. He opens his mouth to ask a question or two, and to put his mind at ease I whisper, "I'm on the pill, and I'm more sure about this than anything else I've ever done."

At my words, he smiles. Slowly, spandex, cotton, and lace fall away, leaving me standing there, nothing on but the radio playing in the background. He looks me over, breathing heavy, and when he meets my gaze, I know I'm in for a wonderfully long night.

Ah bliss. REVIEW or I won't post the rest of my story... It could stand as is however.... Tell me what you want.