Hi All – Here's another chapter that I hope will keep you interested. Angst over with – for the moment – we travel into the fluffy now…..

Disclaimer as norm.

Beyond Fantasies

As she entered (a key had been placed in her bag the night before) Cal jumped up to help her with the bags she carried.

"Can I help you unpack?"

She laughed at his obvious, eager offer.

"I think I can manage, and I have no intension of letting you see, before I am ready to show you, what I have brought with me Cal Lightman. You will just have to be patient"

"Yeah – like I'm real good at that"

"Have I missed dinner?" she changed the subject.

"I've been keeping it warm for you luv"

"Now there's a 'double entendre' if ever I heard one".. she was giggling as she made her way through to the Kitchen.

Warm arms encircled her from behind "Tell me?" came the low soft voice.

"Tell you what?"

"Well it's either something you have already dun – or are about to do. My guess is past tense, you've got a decidedly 'smug' look on your face Foster, an that's sumthing I don't normally get from you"

"Dinner, Cal, I'm starving remember"

"Right. Have it your own way. I've got the rest of the evening – and night to get it out of you.

Go sit down Dr 'Smug', I'll bring you your food whilst I work on interrogation tactics"

Later that evening, bags unpacked, (Foster had been incredibly secretive doing it) Cal lay in his bed waiting for Gill to exit the en suite.

She had been in a really strange mood all evening, playful but almost authoritative – he quite liked it.

What the bloody hell was taking her so long in there…..

"I'm feeling quite tired tonight sweetie, so do you mind if we just have a nice cuddle and get some sleep?"

As Cal turned his head he felt like someone had just injected a powerful stimulant into his heart as it almost doubled its beat rate.

Sliding through the door, across the room and coming to a halt at the end of the bed, Gillian Foster had a totally mastered a look of wide eyed innocence on her face –but the rest of her - 'Dear God' he thought – the rest of her was about as far removed from innocence as nun could get from a brothel.

A crisp white mans shirt covered the top half of her body – ( What WAS it about women dressed in mens shirts..) It stopped just below the top of her thighs allowing just the briefest of glimpse of the lacy straps of the garter belt that was holding up the sheer black stockings adorning her legs.

The whole outfit was topped off (or bottomed of) with black shiny patent leather high heels.

Managing (somehow) to drag his eyes away from that magnetic piece of soft pale skin that lay between the bottom of the shirt and the top of the stockings, Cal looked up at her face.

Her hair, freshly washed, hung in gentle curls around her face, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of happiness and mischief.

As she stood completely still, allowing the impact of her 'nightwear' to be fully appreciated, she looked at this man – her man – and wondered how either of them had managed to wait so long for this moment.

His stunning hazel eyes, normally so guarded, were burning with passion and need, (and a not so small amount of shock.) His mouth was parted and she could see the tip of his tongue as it quickly licked his bottom lip, (well we all know what that means don't we she thought)

"Sleep! – Did you say something about sleep Dr Foster" his voice, gravilly and incredulous, broke the scene.

"Oh yes Dr Lightman" she moved forward as she spoke, her hips swaying as perfectly as any trained belly dancer, "I'm.." Her words were spaced out – timed – her first leg had already swung up and over into a kneeling position on the far side of his body. "Very" the other leg was now on the other side of his body in the same position – she was virtually straddling him. "Tired" As the last of the word left her mouth it closed over his.

Instant pressure. Her tongue immediately demanding entrance. There was no resistance, just complete surrender.

Cal was still trying to get over the clothes, the move, the kiss, but now he could feel her start to 'grind' down on his hips from her position above him.

His body reacted, predictably and instantly, he knew she couldn't fail but feel him.

He felt her mouth lift from his and make its way across his jaw line, up the side of his neck and then, in a low husky voice that he barely connected to that of Gills normal tone she murmured,

"Oh You like that do you?"

Where on earth had this demanding sexual predator been hiding all this time?

Deciding he wasn't going to let her completely call all the shots in this electrifying foreplay, Cal quickly and expertly flipped her over so he was now on top of her.

"So.." he was using his hands to pin hers by her side, so, in between each word he used his sharp teeth to bite through the cotton that was holding each button on her shirt in place. "Dr. Foster" another button, "What" and another, "Exactly" and another, "Have" and another, "You" the last button yielded "been up today?"

Letting go of her arms he used just his forefinger on each hand to slowly part the now unsecured shirt.

Closing her eyes Gillian could not stop the gasp and slow moaning that came from deep within her as Cal, having uncovered her breasts, preceded to take each nipple in turn into his mouth. His tongue was flicking, his teeth exerting the smallest amount of pressure, his lips just brushing the very top of one as it moved to the other.

She realised her hands were gripping his hair, urging him on, but she could not remember when she had moved them there.

Having long since discarded her shoes, Gillian could feel his hands travelling up and down the outside of her legs, his fingers lingering on the flesh at the top of her stockings with each sweep.

On one of the downward movements she felt his fingers slip under the tiny sides of the black thong that had completed her outfit, it travelled down with his hands.

Cal was now desperate to complete his 10yr fantasy, but he was determined to give this woman as much pleasure as he could before the ultimate culmination.

He was also aware, that a tiny part of his brain wanted to bring her to the very edge of reason with lust, just to make absolutely sure that this time – there would be last minute panic motivated change of mind leading to flight.

As he slid further down her body, he felt her separate her legs slightly, allowing his mouth to take the place of the flimsy fabric of her thong.

When at last their bodies came together in the most intimate way that two people can get, it pushed them both beyond any further thought or reason, and way beyond either of their private, long held fantasies could have predicated.

As they finally drifted back to reality they found themselves wrapped so tightly in each others arms and legs, their bodies could have been bandages completely covering and protecting a wound.

Deep, contented sleep followed shortly.