This is the chapter I got stuck on...I'm still trying to type up the next part but my kid is still sick...that is kicking my ass..I might not be able to update tomorrow morning, sorry, but cross your fingers, there is hope...(smiles, sadly, with a touch of hope and a tinge of doubt) But hey the rating is now M!

Shot Me Down

Cal's blood had stopped pouring from his slack lips and was now a vast lake on the ground around them. She cradled his lifeless body in her arms, not daring to let him go. There was a high pitched keening sound in her ears and she wondered where it was coming from and wished it would stop. She realized after a moment that it was coming from her. "Oh, no Cal." She cried incoherently. "No, no, no, I love you. I love you…" She brought her hand to his head intending to smooth his hair but only smearing his blood. Tears welled in her eyes as she looked down at him, but it didn't matter if she couldn't see him, he wasn't looking back at her anymore anyway.

Nick Miller stood over her, his young face contorted in a vicious snarl as he laughed, the gun in his hand hanging at his side.

The keening sound began again but this time she didn't care.

"Gill, Gillian. Open your eyes, Love." The sound of Cal's voice brought her to full consciousness. She sat up instantly as she opened her eyes in the semi-darkness. He was sitting on the bed next to her, concern clear on his face even in the low light.

"Oh Cal, I love you." She blurted, still half in the dream. Tears spilling down her cheeks, she threw her arms around him and pulled him into a frantic hug, she ignored the blinding pain from her shoulder as she held him tightly. She pulled back and began touching his face, stroking his hair, searching his eyes, needing to make sure he was really alive and warm in front of her. "I -." She took a deep shaky breath, catching herself before continuing the mantra from her dream, and pulling him into another hug. His strong arms circled her and as his warmth began to seep into her, her fear receded and she calmed. She sat back, letting him go, and wiped away the tears.

"The same dream?' He asked, rubbing her good shoulder, his finger hot against her bare skin.

She shook her head answering his question and trying to shake the images from her mind. "No, they keep picking up where the last one left off." She sniffled. "Sorry. I'm sorry I woke you."

"You didn't. I was just on my way to bed." She could tell he was lying. He wasn't lying about her not waking him, he was lying about the second part, but she didn't call him on it. "Is there anything I can get you, Love. Anything you need?' He asked, his hand stilling on her shoulder.

"Will you stay in here with me, for a little while?" She asked, unafraid and unashamed because she knew he would.

He took her hand. "I've a better idea." He gently pulled her up from the bed. She was going to ask him what he was doing but it was clear by the time they reached his bedroom door. "My bed is bigger, better for suited for two."

"What about Emily?" She asked, thinking that at least if he stayed with her in her room until she fell back to sleep he would be back in his room before Emily could find out.

"Do you think she'd like to cuddle too?" He asked, pretending to be serious and Gillian frowned, ruefully. "Naw, Em sleeps like a brick. Besides she would be more disappointed in me if I didn't at least try for a little snogging." He gave her a smug little grin and tugged her through the threshold of his room where she had stopped. She let him lead her to bed and watched him turn on the bedside lamp before pulling back the covers. She realized then that he hadn't been in the bed yet.

"What were you doing before you woke me?" She asked when he turned back to her.

His face softened as he raised a hand and ran the outside of his fingers down her cheek, his eyes searching hers. "Watching you sleep, Love." She could see on his face that he had been worried that he had lost her when she had been shot. She could see the relief he felt that she was there with him, alive and warm, now. She brought her hand up to his still on her face and took it, pulling him with her onto the bed. She changed her mind about just wanting him to hold her while she slept. "Your shoulder." He replied, giving her an excuse incase it wasn't what she really wanted, more than an actual concern for her wounded shoulder.

"I'll let you know if it hurts." She answered, laying back and taking him with her. She could tell he wasn't quite convinced by the way he hovered over her, not quite touching her. She licked his bottom lip, sucking it into her mouth and nibbled it. The restraint that was holding him back broke and he groaned, slowly settling his weight down on her. She arched up, the pain from her shoulder disappeared as her body thrilled from the delicious feeling of Cal's weight between her thighs. He took over then, breaking the kiss so he could lick and suck his way down her neck, pausing when he found that spot on her neck that was sending waves of pleasure to her core.

She could tell by the urgency in his touch and in his body that he'd needed to make love to her just as much as she'd needed to make love to him. He moved up from her neck and kissed her hard before sliding down her body, nipping at her nipples through the thin material of her tank-top before hooking his fingers in the waistband of her pants and sliding them down over her thighs. Goosebumps bloomed on her skin, the air cool from the heat of her arousal. She shivered and he rose up again, blanketing her with his body and she cradled him, stealing his warmth. "Don't worry, Love. I'll warm you up." He whispered in her ear before taking the lobe between his teeth. She moaned and he chuckled in her ear. "People are trying to sleep, Love."

"Sorry." She whispered but it came out in a low moan as Cal went back to that spot on her neck and his hand slid down over her stomach to dip under the waistband of her panties.

He shifted over as his fingers brushed her damp flesh. She held her breath, anticipating his next move and sighed as a finger slipped into her. "No, you're not." He replied, pulling out then pushing back in.

His finger circled over her clit, slick with her arousal, and she felt the burn start from her center to her toes. She closed her eyes and licked her lips gone dry "No, I'm not." She conceded, breathlessly. Her thighs began to tremble as the end drew near but he stopped and dipped his fingers back in, stalling the release only to build it higher. She grabbed his hand and pulled it away before tugging at his t-shirt, telling him with her movements that she wanted them to be naked.

Cal stripped, tossing his flannel pants and t-shirt next to the bed. He helped her to sit up to take off her tank-top and she had a moment to worry he wasn't going to like what he saw but he lifted her chin with his hand. "No need for that, Love." He kissed her and she felt silly for doubting. He pressed her back down on the bed and slid her panties off her body. She watched as his eyes skimmed over her, his irises black in the semi-darkness. "I've wanted you for so long." He breathed, sounding like a prayer and Gillian had to swallow back her sudden tears.

"I want you in me now, Cal." She spread her thighs and pulled at him with her good arm and waited patently until he shed his boxers and settled back down on top of her. She inhaled sharply at the sensation of his bare chest on her breasts. She itched to touch the erection pressing into her thigh but it would all have to wait until she was a little more healed. There was so much she wanted to do with him, to him, but she needed this more. She needed a physical reminder that she was alive and so was Cal.

"How you doing, Love, you alright?" He asked, his eyes held concern and a checked lust. And she loved him more still as he was poised at her entrance, wanting to be inside her but still checking to make sure she was ready, physically and mentally. She looked into his eyes and nodded, making sure he could see that she was.

Gillian closed her eyes as he lowly pressed into her. He hissed as he sheathed himself within her. Her breath hitched and her body shivered. He filled her completely, stretching her wondrously, not moving until she was accustomed to him. She hooked her legs up on his hips, urging him to move and he did, in long slow strokes. She bit her lip to stay quiet, his movements calling out little involuntary sounds from her. She wondered when she had become so vocal, she never had before. "Oh, Cal." She sighed, unable to hold it back. He grunted, approving of the sounds she made.

Cal shifted, moving up onto his haunches and Gillian gasped at the change in sensations. She writhed against him, gripping his thigh with her right hand while her left reached out and dragged her nails down his chest. "Fuck, Gilli." He groaned, stilling his movements.

She took her hand back. "Sorry."

He shook his head. "Naw, it's amazing, Love but if you keep that up, I won't last much longer." She grinned up at him, filing that move away for another day. He caught her look and swiveled his hips stealing the grin away. He brushed his hand over her body, gently pinching her nipples then slid his hand between them, where their bodies met. She bit her lip again as the pad of his thumb brushed her clit. Her orgasm rushed towards her. She loved nothing more than being filled when she came. He rubbed and flicked as he thrust in small motions and he didn't let up as her body stilled.

"Oh, God, Cal!" She brought her own hand up to her mouth to quiet her outburst as lights flashed behind her eyelids and her core fluttered around Cal's cock inside her. "I – I'm coming." She gasped and he lowered himself onto her and began to pushing himself in and out of her body, riding her release out. The change brought her up again, and she clutched at his ass as he pumped in and out. "Oh, God, yessss. Oh, yes." She panted, biting his shoulder as another orgasm blossomed.

Goosebumps rose on his ass and he groaned from low in his throat, his body stilling and back arching as he spilled himself deep within her. "Bloody hell, Gill!" She felt another tiny flutter from her center, a primal thrill at the feeling of his seed within her even though nothing would come of it. She felt a tinge of sadness at the thought but pushed it away as Cal rolled off her. "That was bloody brilliant."

Gillian grinned at him. "Wait until my shoulder is better, I think I can top that."

He growled and rolled so he was curled around her. "Aye, Aye." He kissed her. "Promise?"

"Abso-bloody-lutely." She tried to lift up but Cal held her down.

"Where are you going?" He asked and she caught a hint of worry on his face. She smiled and smoothed his brow with her thumb.

"I have to go get cleaned up. I'll be right back, don't worry." She kissed him and he helped her sit up.

"Wasn't worried." He grumbled as she walked to the ensuite, naked. She shook her head and closed the door.

Cal was still awake when she opened the door and he was propping his head up with his arm. He watched her face as she walked towards him, she saw a flicker of relief on his face when he didn't read any doubt on hers. She shook her head at him again and climbed over his body so she could be on the left side of the bed.

She snuggled under the covers on her left side with Cal curled up around her. She sighed, contentedly, loving to spoon and loving even more that Cal was her big spoon. She paused for a moment, checking he was still awake before she whispered into the darkness. "I love you, Cal." She held her breath, straining to hear him behind her.

"I love you more than you know, Gillian." He replied and pressed his lips to her bad shoulder and even if it hurt she didn't feel it.

"Uh, Dad. I forgot yesterday that I had a permission slip that I needed you to sign…" Emily's voice brought Gillian out of her deep, contented sleep. The events of the night came flooding back and she froze in Cal's arms. "Oh, Gillian! Crap, I'm sorry!" Emily exclaimed obviously just noticing what she had walked in on.

Gillian closed her eyes, not regretting that she'd had sex with Cal but, mortified at being caught by his daughter.

Cal sat up next to her. "Oi, don't just stand there. Give us a minute." He waved his hand back and forth between them.

"Oh, oh sorry." Emily floundered then backed out, closing the door behind her.

Gillian groaned as she rolled onto her back and pulled the sheet up over her head. It was pulled back down a second later as Cal leaned over her, an amused expression on his face. "Mornin' Love. Fancy your wake-up call?" He joked.

"No way we're keeping this a secret now." She grumbled then winced as a dull throb started in her shoulder.

"Never wanted to." Cal replied honestly and seriously. She smiled, through the pain, pleased that it all wasn't a big mistake. She reached out and pulled him into a kiss that quickly deepened.

"Uh, guys, I'm going to be late for school." Emily called through the door. Gillian flushed, hearing the amusement in the young woman's voice suggesting she knew exactly what was going on inside the room even though Emily couldn't see them.

Gillian let Cal go so he could get dressed and watched, letting herself look at him naked for the first time. He was decidedly smaller than Burns, in build but he made up for that in endowment. She bit her lip, wishing there wasn't a teenaged girl waiting outside the door.

Cal caught her lustful expression and gave her back a pained one. "Hold that thought, yeah?"

Rolling to get up, she took the sheet with her. "Sorry, I need to take something for my shoulder." She stood up and walked over so she was right before him. "There's always later." She said, turning it into a question and he nodded, answering her.

"Dad! Really, come on!" Gillian pushed him away and he went over to the door, throwing it open. "Finally, here sign this." She handed him a piece of paper and a pen. She eyed Gillian in a bed sheet, a hint of amusement in her eyes, obviously over her initial shock. "Morning, Gillian." She greeted and Gillian nodded, knowing her face was a little red as she nonchalantly looked for her clothes. "Told you he'd take good care of you." She replied, cheekily.

"Oi, that's enough." Cal exclaimed pushing Emily out by her face.

"Oh grow up, Dad." She laughed backing up. "See you later, Gillian." She smiled, hugely, like it was Christmas morning and she'd got something she'd been asking for all year.

Gillian nodded and waved goodbye, feeling relieved that Emily was being so welcoming. Not that she really expected much else from Cal's daughter, but she could never be too sure.

Cal slammed the door once Emily was clear of it and turned back to Gillian, a predatory glint in his eye. Gillian held up her hand, securing the sheet with her bad side. "Pills first. And I'm hungry. Do you have any chocolate pudding?"

"Oi, what for?" He grimaced in disgust.

Gillian grinned, biting her lip. "What if I told you I'd like to lick it off of you?"

Cal cocked an eyebrow, immediately looking hopeful. "Then I'd tell you I'd go to the store and buy the lot."

Gillian laughed. "Better get on that." He was gone in an instant.

AN: I'm way better at writing angry-up-against-the-wall-sex than romantic-sweet-looking-into-your-eyes-sex...I hope I didn't blow it...hahah..maybe in the next chapter...lol...sigh