"Yeah, you're probably right." Cal grinned as they broke. Her arms were around his neck while his hands were resting on her hips. He was breathless and all he wanted to do was kiss her again. So he did. All thought of right and wrong escaped from his head. They were adults, they were consenting, and heaven help them they were both only human.

Tightening his grip on her hips he turned her, hoisting her up onto the kitchen island, stepping between her legs as she wrapped them around his waist. He kissed her again, needing almost to stand on his tip-toes to reach her. The height of the island was an issue that needed to be dealt with if anything was to happen. For now though he was content to kiss her and nip at her neck, ears and down the front of her blouse. His hands crept between them and he began to unbutton the blouse she wore, from bottom to top. As he unhooked the top button he pushed the shirt back over her shoulders to reveal a white lacy bra and he grinned up at her.

While he admired the view, she pushed herself down off the island to stand in front of him and unbutton his own shirt. His hands roamed over her body while he kissed her neck and chest as she unbuttoned his shirt. As she undid the last button, he brought his lips to hers again and pulled his arms back behind him to let her push it off. He was toned, she noticed immediately, something she knew but just hadn't found interesting until experiencing it in a different way. He broke from their kiss suddenly, grabbing her hands in his and pulling her toward the hallway.

"Come on. I've been told I need to 'decontaminate'. You can help me." He grinned and pulled her along behind him.

OXOXOXO

It was after 12 that night when Cal felt the warmth of her body pull away from his. They'd made love in the shower and twice more before succumbing to sleep. It had been incredible, Cal had never experienced anything quite like it and he had had his fair share of experiences. He felt her hand slip from his chest and he lazily caught it with his own, without opening his eyes.

"Where'd you think you're going?" He opened one eye to peer at her through the darkness of the room. He smiled as he felt the weight shift in the mattress.

"I have to go home," she said softly and he released the sigh he'd been holding. Yawning, he sat up in the bed and flicked on the bedside lamp. He rubbed his eyes with his free hand, the other was still holding Gillian in place. He nodded at her, biting his bottom lip absentmindedly then stopping but not in time for her to miss it. She looked away. He brought his other hand to her face and turned it toward him.

"You're ashamed." It was a statement, not a question. She shook her head and he chuckled, leaning forward to catch her lips in a chaste kiss. He shrugged.

"I'm not ashamed Cal." He raised an eyebrow and she corrected herself.

"Ok, I am. But, it's not for the reason you think it is." Cal smiled and nodded in agreement.

"You're probably right on that. I mean, you're the shrink, not me." She smiled at that. She was always better at picking out the emotions and motivations behind someone's actions. He gave her a quizzical look, a jink of the eyebrows to tell her he was listening. She shifted her posture on the bed but couldn't seem to sit still so he pulled her arm until she was sitting fully on the bed next to him. He pushed back so that he could lean against the headboard, shifting one leg so that she sat between them. Then he pulled her back against his chest, his arms wrapping around her middle. He placed a soft kiss on her neck.

"Consider this my equivalent of the 'couch'." She could hear the amusement in his voice and she let her hand rest on his bare thigh in response.

"I'm not ashamed of the fact that I slept with you…"

"Well, that'd be a first…" he joked and she pinched his thigh.

"Ouch!"

"Stop interrupting!" He grinned and kissed her neck again. She continued, more confidently now.

"I'm ashamed because, I should feel some kind of remorse, some kind of betrayal to Alec. But I didn't and I don't. And I'm ashamed of myself for two reasons: one, that I even became this person who could cheat on my husband; and two, that I don't even care." Cal nodded his head behind her, taking it in, before leaning forward to look around at her face.

"So technically you are ashamed that you slept with me." She turned to look at him and automatically placed a chaste kiss on his lips again.

"No. If I'd slept with anyone else then I would be." Cal frowned.

"Why?"

"Because it would have meant nothing. And it wouldn't have been worth it." Cal's frown deepened but he said nothing for a moment. For a moment they just sat there, taking in what had been said and done. Eventually Cal broke the silence.

"So you're saying that…God, what are you saying? You're saying, what you're essentially saying is that, you wouldn't cheat on your husband for anyone but me?" Gillian bit her lip. When he put it like that it didn't really reflect well on either of them. But there was no point in trying to sugar over it. She nodded her head.

"Yeah." She heard Cal's head fall back against the headboard.

"So what does that make me? The home wrecker? The bit on the side? The other man?" Gillian took a breath and turned to face him, sliding her legs under his knee, finding herself leaning back against his other knee. She put a finger on his lips and silenced him.

"It makes you the 'only man' Cal. The only man."