Sorry – a bit short this one and a bit fluffy. But hopefully enjoyable anyway, And I promise to do more in the next one.
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Rose Petals and Giggling
After dinner Emily insisted on clearing the dishes and cleaning the kitchen.
Almost immediately after that she hugged and kissed both of them before making a 'strategic' retreat to her bedroom.
The empty bottle of champagne sat on the coffee table along with the already half eaten box of chocolates.
"You stayin tonight luv?"
Deciding that it was a question rather than a statement, Gill threw Cal a slightly wicked smile.
"Is the guest room made up?"
"Does it need to be?"
"Are you inviting me into your bed for the night Dr Lightman – with you?"
"Wellll" he leaned into her, his fingers starting a slow, light dance up the inside of her leg "Only to talk you understand"
"About what exactly? – and you need to stop that right now"
Cal grinned and although he obediently halted the progress of his hand, he now started tracing the contours of the side of her neck with the very tip of his tongue.
"Arrangements my luv. We have a wedding to plan"
After a very half hearted attempt to pull away from the tingling warmth of his tongue Gill laughed softly
"You don't seem like you are in the mood for 'talking' Cal, in fact, I would go as far as to say I think your thoughts are far more….physically inclined at the moment"
"Nahh, absolutely not. I have spent half my day arguing with a decidedly stubborn, irritating, confrontational, hugely frustrating woman at work, and now, I'm just shattered"
"Well – if you're sure about that that, because I'm an engaged woman you know"
"REALLY, that's nice for you luv, anyone I know?"
With complete grace and elegance, Gill stood up and made her way to the bottom of the stairs leaving Cal to leap up, in ungainly haste, and trot to catch her up, a short race followed as they both tried to reach the top of the stairs first.
Virtually pushing Gillian through his bedroom door, Cal was about to imprison her in a hot embrace when they were both stopped dead in their tracks.
The hallway light shining through the still open doorway provided enough illumination to allow them a good view of the bed.
Red rose petals were strewn across it, at least an inch thick. There were hand written messages on heart shaped bits of paper:
Remember what you always say to me – NO SEX before marriage
Heavy petting is allowed – but not encouraged
TRY and keep the noise down – remember you have a daughter in the house!
Gillian nearly collapsed in a fit of giggles whilst Cal started on another tirade about that 'Damn precocious daughter of his'
Still smiling "Find me a clean t shirt of yours please Cal" she requested.
Cal dragged the smallest one he could find out of a drawer and threw it to her as she entered the en suite followed quickly by a "Spoilsport"
He removed most of his clothes whilst waiting for her, as Gillian re-entered the bedroom she only just managed to smother a small gasp as she saw him sitting on the edge of the bed.
His body was lithe, his skin although dotted with scars, was still taut and showed the definition of his muscles perfectly.
Letting her eyes roam slowly she noticed how his forearms were quite liberally covered with, slightly wavy soft hair, as it progressed up past his elbows it started to thin so that by the time it reached his shoulders it had all but disappeared leaving smooth skin.
He had a good, but not overly abundant covering of the same hair on his chest, and as her eyes drifted further downward..
"Oy, did you wanna take a picture, or should I strike a sexy pose first?"
Slightly flustered that she had been 'caught out' she picked up a hand full of rose petals and threw them in his face.
"I was just thinking about wedding location that's all, I WASN'T staring at you – egotist"
With a wicked 'yeah right' smirk Cal got up and made a big gesture of throwing the covers back.
A violent burst of giggles had them both in its grip this time as they both looked at the 6 boxes of condoms laying on the bottom sheet.
There were assorted colours, flavours and sizes in the mix and like a pair of school kids they immediately started pulling them out of the boxes to be examined and discussed.
By the time they had finished blowing up at least one of every type, sneaking up to Emilys door and silently sellotaping their 'ballons' to the outside, running back to the bedroom to avoid their giggleing waking her up, they were both feeling the effects of the extraordinary day.
The argument.
The making up.
The proposal.
Emilys surprises.
The meal.
The champagne.
Cuddling together closely, they both drifted off into exhausted sleep.
