My dear readers,
I'm sorry for this long hiatus! I had some important changes in my life, yes, again. So between me moving, not having internet access… It was kinda complicated! And still is, actually. But anyway, I hope you're still interested in my story. So here we go with chapter 2 :)
Disclaimers: nothing's mine, just the storyline! Even if I wouldn't complain to have Kelli & Tim for myself :p
Enjoy :)
"Gill" he called, in a whisper. No answer. "Love?" he tried again. Still nothing.
She had fallen asleep…
You Are A Fever
They stayed still, in each other's arms. She almost never moved but Cal started feeling some pain but he didn't want to wake her up and forced himself into sleep.
When a ray of sunlight started to break into the room and went directly to Gillian's eyes, she groaned and woke up slowly. She quickly raised her head, asking herself what she was still doing at the office… and to be more exact, in Cal's. Until she noticed where, exactly, she was. Cal. She was lying on top of him. She grimaced when her eyes met one more time with the sunlight. And it's when she started hearing pneumatic drills in her head that flashes from last night came to her mind in a real cliché.
She remembered drinking with Ria leaving sleeping in the hall and hide on the balcony, to inhale some fresh air. Then everything came back in a heartbeat. Cal, the music, their dance, their hugs, their kisses, the sofa… She closed and opened her eyes blankly. Their kisses. She dropped her hands in both sides of Cal to quickly lift herself up, just to make sure she still had all her clothes on. And Cal, too.
No, they hadn't gone further than kissing. She felt a hint of regret then grimaced once more, letting herself rest on her partner, again. She had her head tilted to the left so she could see his face.
He seemed tense; she thought it was because she was on top of him. But then she saw the helmet, he hadn't taken it off. So his neck was in an awkward position. He was about to have an awful stiff neck when he'd wake up. She then slipped softly her hands from his face to his neck, lightly lifting his scruff to be able to take off the helmet. She had wanted to drop it on the floor, silently, but it escaped off of her hands and hit the floor.
It didn't make much noises just enough to wake up Cal. She closed her eyes, winced and felt him moving beneath her. She quivered when he caressed her back, letting his hands under her shirt, going to her bra and playing with what he thought was the opening. She buried her nose in his neck and inhaled his sent while her hands went down to his waist.
His jeans weren't too tight; she could then easily run her hand under the fabric to rest them on his hips. She then pictured him in his underwear. A slinky boxer hugging perfectly all his curves at the right place, where she'd like to touch him. She wouldn't even slap herself mentally anymore; she was enjoying her imagination way too much.
With his nose, he tried actively to make her lift up her head. He started with her forehead. The situation was somewhat funny, and she stared giggling, giving up a bit but not too much, to Cal's quiet request. Then, he rubbed his nose against hers, smiling under the soft effect of the noise of her laugh kissing his ears.
"It's Eskimos who kiss like that", she said breaking short the calm which was reigning over the room. She had been whispering but everything was so quiet that it seemed like a cry.
He stopped, fixing her still closed eyelids, "and how do you want me to kiss you?" he asked.
It seemed to her that his voice was husky, but she wasn't quite sure. Despite the fact she was the one to be the voice expert, she would have needed to see his face to be sure.
"I think you don't need me to tell you how. You already showed me many times last night that you know perfectly how to do it."
He could see by her intonation that she was no longer drunk. At least, she was in full possession of her senses. And perfectly conscious.
He slowly dropped his lips above hers, taking care of appreciating their tenderness. He didn't really know what was happening. Since last night, they had crossed the famous line and he couldn't help but fear that she would regret it. He, on another hand, knew that he would never have any regrets… Unless they decided to not go any further and if it had some impact on their friendship, their relationship, the one they had found on solid bases since now nearly ten years ago.
He subtlety invited her to part her lips open so he could win further access to her mouth, he wanted to taste her, feel her hot tongue against his. He held her tighter against him, and tried subtly, or not, to change position and keep kissing her.
He suddenly rolled over and fell onto the floor, his thigh hitting Gillian's high heels and her on top of him. She started giggling again, then it became a laugh and finally she started laughing so hard losing control. Her head fell back but then she abruptly rested her forehead against his torso.
He was grimacing from the pain. He had instinctively surrounded Gillian with his arms when they fell as if he needed to protect her from something. His hands rested on each sides of his companion, friend, at this stage he didn't know exactly what they were for each other.
He wanted to massage his thigh but before he could even have the time to move, he felt a hand pulling over the shoes to then caress his thigh softly. Those caresses, he had lost counts of how many times he had wished she touched him like that, all the times they had hugged each other and he had the chance to have a little glimpse of her softness.
With his right hand, he decided to stroke her hair, the pain softly going away. He lifted his head lightly do drop a kiss on the top of Gillian's head. He wanted that moment to last. Last forever. He often found himself in the arms of charming, brilliant and attractive women, but none of them were good enough to compare to Gillian.
Probably because in that particular case, it wasn't just some physical attraction, but also that tenderness they shared for one another, that love they had a hard time to define…
Gillian's hand stopped, taking him out of his thoughts. He was already missing the gesture. He looked at his watch; 5:27am.
"Gillian?" he inaudibly said her name, he almost didn't even hear it. He tried again, louder, "Gill?". Still nothing.
It felt like a déjà vu. He softly shook her shoulder, trying to take her out of that half-sleepy state. She moaned. A moan of complain. He shook again, a little harder.
"Gill, wake up, I'm taking you home", he told her softly, straightening her up the best he could.
When she founded herself in a seating position, butt on the floor, between the sofa and Cal, she dropped her legs on him.
"What did we do?" she asked after a couple of seconds of silence.
Cal lifted an eyebrow, suddenly intrigued by her question.
"You mean, did we… did we have sex?"
"No, silly. I know we didn't do anything. What I mean is…", she stopped, lifted her head up to fix him, "we should never have kissed".
He suddenly started to laugh nervously, lifting his head from the ground and crossing her look, "you kissed me and you're saying that now?".
She hit his thigh, "I didn't rape your mouth, you were consenting and participated as much as I did!".
He straightened himself up completely, raising Gillian's leg but just the time he needed to sit down, and then he dropped them back on top of his thighs.
"I'm not disagreeing, love, I'm just saying you're the one who started… if you know what I mean", he screwed up his eyes, a smirk playing on his face. His oh-so-famous smirk.
"Well, I shouldn't have. We can't do this, I mean, it would be too complicated and we can't…" her voice wasn't convincing, not even a bit, not for him, and even less for her.
He slowly ran his hand up her thigh, tilting his head to the side. He studied her face. Even if she wasn't easy to red, he could easily say her mind was working at a thousand miles per hour, trying to rationalize, asking herself question that without a doubt, he was asking himself too. She frowned lightly, as she was upset, disturbed. He didn't like seeing her like that.
"Get your things and meet me in the parking lot, I'll give you a ride home."
She didn't have time to answer that his hand had already break the contact with her thigh; he was already up looking for his own stuffs. So she did not argue, even if she shivered already, without the warm of his body against hers.
She abruptly sprawled on the floor to try and find her cardigan, and then straightened up, taking her shoes in hands. When she was finally on her feet, she closed her eyes, grimacing. What a fucked up idea to drink so much! She did her best to reach her office without falling. Her purse was on her chair.
She closed her eyes again and thought about Cal. It was not the first time they kissed; she already knew how much of a good kisser he was. But they had never allowed themselves to kiss with so much passion and ardor. She wanted to rip his clothes off and make love to him. On the balcony. But on the sofa, too. And now she still wanted to.
Why did she have to start with all that "I regret this, we have to forget it happened" stupid speech? It was such of a cliché and she didn't believe a word of it. As if her mouth had spoken the opposite message to that which was in her heart.
But everything wasn't perfect in her mind. She had many doubts, mostly about how it would affect their relationship, their work, their life. Then she also didn't want to be just "another one" on Cal Lightman's list. Even if, deep down in her heart, she knew he had way too much respect and esteem for her to treat her like any other one of his conquest. Or at least, she liked to think like it.
She heard a door being closed and decided to hurry up. She took her purse and pulled her cardigan between the grips. She thought about putting her shoes back on to go to the parking lot but it seemed like a bad idea. That's when she saw a Starbucks bag on her desk from the milkshake and brownies she had bought the morning before. It was perfect, she didn't want to carry her shoes in her hands anyways.
She went out, closing everything behind her to join him in the parking lot. Cal was waiting for her; the door from the passenger side was opened for her. A real gentleman. When she reached the car, she bend over inside to put her things on the dashboard and finally, she sat down.
"You came here barefoot?" Cal asked, laughing lightly.
She shook her head, smiling, "I was afraid to lose balance. I haven't fully sobered-up yet, you know".
He acquiesced and started the engine to go home. On the road, neither of them talked. He wanted to turn on the radio to break the awkward silence but he wasn't sure that Gillian's head would approve of the noise without hurting her.
When he stopped at a red light, he turned his head to look at her only to see that she had fallen asleep. He didn't think twice and decided to take her to his place. It was closer, faster; he wouldn't have to wake her and could keep an eye on her, in case that she had an awful hangover at wakening. And deep inside, he knew that it was also because he wanted to keep her close to him, for a couple hours before they went back to normal.
The car stopped and the garage door closed almost at the same time. Gillian stretched a bit but didn't wake up. Cal took the opportunity to get out of the car and switch on the light to prevent them of falling on a foreigner object resting on the floor.
When he turned around, a Gillian practically sleepwalking got out of the car. Her eyes were still closed and her head tilted to the left. Cal found her totally irresistible. Adorable. He got close to her, taking the bags from her hand and encircling her waist with his free arm to help her walking.
She rested her head on his shoulder, "why did you bring me to your place?".
"I thought you wouldn't wake up and so it was closer to bring you here" he answered simply, opening his office's door, then taking her to the stairs. He took off his shoes to go upstairs.
"And where am I going to sleep, huh?" she went out of his embrace, finally opening her eyes and staring at him. When she yawned, he took her hand forcing her close to him so she would climb the stairs.
"You're gonna sleep in my bed", she stopped abruptly so he went on, "and I'll be on the couch, don't worry, love".
Love, she thought, whiffing. He knew she was about to complain so before she could say a word he shushed her, "and don't try to argue, you know how stubborn I am".
He took her to his bedroom, letting her hand go to drop her things on a little couch in a corner of the room. Then he lifted the blanket, silently inviting her to get into bed.
He was taken by surprise when she started undressing, taking off her pants. She saw the surprise all over his face, but also desire, "what?" she said, in a light tone before falling on the mattress.
Cal covered her with the blanket, then sat by her side and dropped a light kiss on her forehead. They stared at each other for a while. The eyes of one travelling to the lips of the other one until he decided to stand up.
It's when he turned around that she took his sleeve, holding him back softly. He turned to her again, with an intrigued look, but also showing what could be interpreted as hope.
She stood up until finding herself in a sitting position, her back resting on the bed base and the blanket showing the top of her thighs. And Cal didn't miss it.
Her lips parted to say something but then she kept quiet. They stayed that way, looking at each other in an almost disturbing silence.
She looked down suddenly and let go off his hand. He waited for a minute then decided it was better for both of them if he just went downstairs. When she looked up and read deception all over his face, she went forward and put her arm around his waist, in a strange and uncomfortable position.
"Mmmh.. stay?" her voice was almost a whisper but Cal heard it perfectly. His eyes started shinning thanks to that little word.
He got closer and sat down on the bed. His thoughts were messed up and he didn't really know what was happening anymore and he was already thinking of an all new signification of the word "stay"… A signification she approved taking off his black shirt.
She carefully ran her arms underneath his, resting her hands on his shoulders bringing him against her and whispered in his ear, "I think I'm gonna need you…", she softly nibbled at his jaw, "to take off mine…".
He turned his head, dropping his lips against hers with ardor.
Voilà, voilà!
I hope you all liked it… Review, review! :)
& tell me if you want next chap to be smutty… or not ;) it depends on you, really :)
