Forty-five minutes later she sat in her living room, eating lasagne with Eric across from her. They certainly hadn't dressed for dinner; he was wearing a T-shirt and boxer-shorts while Calleigh had donned his dress shirt and her underwear . 'You've Got Mail' played on the television abutting the coffee table and a bottle of wine sat on the table between them.

Calleigh watched Eric with a secretive smile as he slowly put a bite of food into his mouth, a string of cheese stretched from his plate to his mouth. Eric didn't take notice when the cheese string stayed attached to his mouth and Calleigh covered a laugh.

Eric turned his attention to her with one raised eyebrow. "Something funny?"

She giggled as the string of cheese bounced as his lips moved. "No."

Eric wiped his mouth with a napkin, but missing the string of cheese but removing the sauce. "Did I get it?"

Calleigh covered her eyes with her hand and shook her head, laughing. Eric was suddenly at the other side of the coffee table, pinning her arms down to her sides and rubbing his face against hers. Calleigh shrieked and tried to push him off of her with her legs but Eric had at least sixty pounds on her.

"So funny," Eric flouted and wiped his mouth on her face. Calleigh let out a squeal and Eric pulled back slightly. "Did I get it?"

The string of cheese was now sitting on Calleigh's cleavage. Eric took notice and picked it up with his teeth, swallowing the offending food.

"Is that what was so funny?" Eric asked and Calleigh nodded with a smile. "So cute."

"Now I'm cute?" she asked. Pinned against the side of the couch by him Calleigh licked her lips and kissed him gently. "I always thought you were the cute one."

"Tiny blonde with a southern twang against a beefy Cuban guy? I doubt anyone would be calling me the 'cute one,' Cal," Eric said with a smile.

Calleigh adjusted her hips and kissed him again. "I can live with that."

Being together in the apartment, they witnessed a much different side to one another. Calleigh let down her guard and she was vulnerable around him to a point that she could be comfortable with. Eric, a strong man on his own, touched her without hesitation when they were alone. Eric was a playboy and Calleigh preferred relationships however their arrangement worked since Tim's death and she wasn't ready to face John when he came back to work. Dealing with their problems in different ways, occasionally leaning on one another.

Tonight felt different for him. Tonight felt like it was the end of their relationship and they weren't even in one. He couldn't understand why or where the vibe was coming from.

Eric sat up straight and Calleigh gave him a questioning look. He wanted to say it so there wouldn't be any confusion. "Is this going to be our last night together?"

Calleigh sat up as well and crossed her arms. "What? Why are you asking?"

Eric shook his head. "You're pulling away from me."

"I'm right here, Eric," Calleigh insisted, gesturing to her spot on the floor.

"I know I'm losing you," Eric countered, his voice calm. "If this is the end of us I think I can live with that but I want to know."

With a seductive smile, she moved to straddle his lap and put her hands on his broad shoulders. Leaning in, Calleigh kissed him gently and slid her tongue into his mouth. As she pulled it out she ran her tongue along the roof of his mouth. She could feel Eric growing excited beneath her and kissed him again, passionately. He responded with ardour and moaned as Calleigh ground her hips into his.

Eric enjoyed witnessing the sexually aggressive side of her but she was avoiding conversation. It pained him to do it but he broke the kiss.

"Calleigh," he warned and she stuck out her lower lip in a pout. Eric laughed but shook his head. "Calleigh."

"Yes, Eric?" she sounded innocent but she rubbed her hips into his and placed kisses along his jaw.

"I need you to listen to me," Eric said. "I want to talk to you."

Wearing his dress shirt and white cotton panties, with her hair mussed and swollen lips, Calleigh knew how she looked to him and hoped she could distract the conversation.

'If only she had a pair of high heels,' she thought.

"We do talk," she replied, lightly. "We've talked about being safe. You know I'm on the pill. I know you're disease free." Calleigh continued to place kisses along his jaw. "You know I like your cock."

Eric couldn't get over the way her voice sounded and her mouth worked around that word. As soon is it escaped her lips, Eric tossed aside the idea of a real conversation.

"I know you like my breasts. We talk ALL the time," Calleigh breathed.

He ran his hands up to cup her breasts and she bit him gently.

"Did you want to say something?" Calleigh asked softly as she reached between them to free his erection from his boxers. "Because, I think we have great communication."

With her fingers, she pushed aside the material and lowered herself onto him. With an innocent smile, Calleigh squeezed her inner muscles, causing Eric let out a long moan.

"I can stop..."

"No!" Eric interrupted. "No!"

"No? Stop?" Calleigh asked, moving up and then down quickly. She repeated the motion twice and breathed into his ear. She knew she was using her sex to avoid a conversation. It was unfair of her but she did it anyway. "Do you want me to stop?"

Eric closed his eyes and his head fell back onto the couch cushions. "Don't, for the love of God, please, don't stop."

Calleigh moved up and down again and kissed his lips softly. "Look at me, baby."

It was so much more gentle from the bedroom earlier that night. He had taken her from behind and fucked her like an animal; when she reached orgasm she shouted his name.

Eric opened his eyes and looked at her. He watched her move up and down on his lap, biting her lower lip as she rode him, softly and gently. As they climaxed together, Eric kissed her shoulder, whispering her name.