Okay so I have decided to change the end of this chapter, it was bothering me, so if anyone reads this and it looks different, that's because it is. And I like it much better now...I have every intention of changing the last chapter as well so...anyway...

Shot Me Down

When Gillian came into the kitchen, dressed in panties and one of Cal's baggy t-shirts, Cal had the entire contents of the cupboards on the counters and his head was in a corner cabinet. She reached over him for a glass and went to the sink to fill it. "What are you doing?" She asked taking the pain pill.

Cal emerged looking disappointed. "I was sure Em had a chocolate pudding in here somewhere." He took in her choice of clothes and the chagrin turned into lustful purpose as he sidled up to her, squaring his hips to hers. "I've got that rubbish used to make chocolate milk, will that do?"

Gillian laughed at his single mindedness but shook her head. "No. It's just not the same."

He backed up and grabbed a small plastic bear off the counter. "How's 'bout some honey? I can warm it up." He waggled his eyebrows.

She shook her head again. "Too sticky."

Cal dropped his arm with the bear in it. "Blood hell, woman, give me something!"

Gillian moved forward and slid her arms around his middle, feeling curiously comfortable with the new gesture. "I'll lick you without the pudding, if you make me bacon and eggs."

His eyes darkened at the thought but his shoulders drooped. "Sod it all, Gill, I haven't got any bacon."

She tilted her head and sighed, feigning disappointment as she backed up out of his reach. "You should have lied."

"You'd have seen through it." He replied taking a step forward.

"Now you'll never know." She grinned, backing up. Her stomach growled loud, surprising them both. "Just eggs then and you can help me take a shower." She offered with a raise of her chin.

"Aye, aye." He replied, obviously liking that idea and quickly turned back to his mess, picking out the items he would need.

She took a seat on one of the barstools, out of the way, and watched as he quickly, despite the mess he was surrounded by, had breakfast on the go. He grabbed a plate from the cupboard and placed toast on it, buttering it before going back to scrambled eggs. When he was finished he cleared an area for her plate by running his forearm over the countertop and pushing the boxes of crackers and cans of baked beans on the floor. "Not impatient at all, are we Cal?"

"What?" He looked at the floor. "Oh that, naw, much more important to get you fed." He smiled at her, innocently, leaning on a cracker box still on the counter so he could watch her eat, a hand under his chin.

She picked up a fork out of the cutlery drawer and brought it to the plate. "Are you not eating?"

"You must be joking. Cooking for two would take twice as much time and I want to get you in the shower. So go on, finish up." He waved her on and she shook her head at him as she took her first bite. "You wearing anything under that, Love?" He asked after a minute and sidled up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and placing his chin on her good shoulder.

"Mmmm." She moaned as the familiar, sweet tingle of arousal started at being in his arms. She decided it was a delicious feeling being able to be intimate with Cal. "Why don't you find out for yourself?" She asked taking a bite of her toast. Her eyes fluttered closed as one of his hands came up to cup her breast through the cotton of his shirt while his other hand trailed up the inside of her bare thigh to disappear under the hem. She let her legs part to give him more room. "Oh!" She gasped as his fingertips came into contact with her dampening panties.

Gillian leaned back in his arms, gripping his thighs through the soft fabric of his pajama bottoms. His hand slid into her underwear, parting her drenched folds and slipped two fingers into her. She heard his sharp intake of breath when he discovered how wet she was. His hand on her breast twisted a nipple and she fought to keep her ass on the stool. Her breath was coming out in shallow, short gasps as his fingers slid in and out of her, his palm brushing her clit with each stroke. "Gill, Love?" He whispered into her ear. She nodded, unable to form words. "Ready for that shower now?" He asked and she frowned in confusion just as he withdrew his hand.

Her eyes shot open and she turned to him as he stepped back. "Excuse me?" She asked, confused and frustrated, her body still singing and aching for release. She couldn't help rubbing her thighs together to try to ease some of the arousal. A motion she could see didn't get past Cal.

"Are you finished with this then?" He took her plate and set it next to the sink before turning back to her. She couldn't answer him, her brain couldn't shift gears that fast but lucky for both of them Cal could, she just couldn't fathom why he'd switch now. "Let's have that shower, then." She blinked slowly at him and felt an overwhelming urge to slap him as he started towards the stairs.

"That was mean." She replied, standing on shaky legs.

He turned back to her, eyebrows up, mouth open slightly as if he had no idea what she was talking about. "What ever are you going on about?" He asked, a slight touch of amusement in his tone.

She frowned at him again. "You know what I'm going on about." She repeated, following him as he walked backwards up the stairs, even though it would serve him right if she didn't.

"Naw, Love, I think you'll have to tell me." She could clearly see he was enjoying teasing her.

Gillian stopped just outside his bedroom door and leaned on the frame while Cal went in. He stopped at the bathroom threshold when he noticed she wasn't still following "It was mean, Cal, for you to not let me finish."

He pushed off the wall. "Oh I'm gonna let you finish." He growled, looking at her predatorily, as he stalked towards her.

She put her hands on his chest when he reached her. She lightly traced the design on his shirt with her fingertips, shrugging and not meeting his eyes. "But my eggs are cold now, and I don't like cold eggs." She looked up at him and she could tell he was having trouble trying to see if she was being serious or not, despite the way she was sure her pupils were dilated.

"Sod the eggs. I'll make you more." He obviously abandoned trying to decided if she was serious and wrapped his arms around her and pulling her into a kiss. She let him deepen the kiss and responded in kind, sucking on his tongue lightly, giving him a taste of what she was capable of. He growled and ground his erection into her belly. She felt a rush of heat to her core at the thought of him hard and she wanted to touch him. She pulled back but didn't break the kiss as she slid her hand into the waistband of his bottoms and took his solid shaft in her hand. He broke the kiss to take in air suddenly and she took the opportunity to do what she had wanted to do after they had woken only an hour ago.

Cal didn't ask questions as she pulled him by his pants into the room and turned them around so she could kick the door closed behind her. She pushed him back against the wall next to the bathroom door and gave him a wicked smile before dropping to her knees in front of him, taking his pajama pants with her. He said nothing, his hands ghosting over her head as she gripped him with her hands and licked the engorged tip. The sound of Cal sighing brought another heat wave to her core and she moaned, long and low, sucking him in.

She closed her eyes and let her tongue swirl, flick and lick him, remembering all the times she had thought about what he would look like, taste like and feel like. She'd never pictured herself on her knees in front of a man she wasn't in a relationship with before, except Cal. And a few of the times she wasn't even drunk with him sitting next to her. She knew he was getting close, she could taste it on her tongue and feel it in the slight pressure he added to his fingers on her scalp. He never pushed, and she was glad, nothing turned her off more than being forced. With a final suck and lick she backed up and he helped her stand, crushing his mouth to hers when she was on her feet again.

He backed her up and she let him lead her, feeling the bed on the backs of her knees before he lowered her, still careful of her shoulder, to the bed under him. He broke the kiss and looked into her eyes and she saw the love she felt for him reflecting back at her. "I love you, Gillian." He said first and she smiled, biting her lip.

"You're just saying that because I let you put your dick in my mouth." She joked and laughed when he looked aghast, but amused.

"If I remember correctly, and I do, that was your idea."

Gillian grinned. "Mmmmm, and it was a good idea."

"Bloody brilliant idea." He agreed and slid a hand up between them to cup her breast. "I've got another one too." His eyes darken and she grew serious, suspecting what he was thinking. He didn't say what it was but he didn't need to as he kissed her chin, neck and clavicle. He skipped over the parts of her that were covered by the t-shirt and pressed a kiss to her through the wet fabric of her panties. She stiffened and inhaled, her arousal already high from their play, the soft touch almost sent her over the edge. He hooked his fingers into the waistband and slid the offending garment slowly down her thighs, tossing them when he freed them from her ankles.

She tried to part her thighs but he gripped them tightly and moved up so he was holding them together and down with his body. She was about to ask him what he was doing when he placed another kiss to her curls. Then suddenly he was licking and sucking and she rose up off the bed, her shoulder protesting at the pressure she put it under but the pleasure she felt mingled with it and brought her to another level. She moaned loud and low, not bothering to stay quiet anymore. "Oh my g- Cal!" She felt her legs tremble and she was right on the edge. "Almost…" She gasped out and then he was gone. Thrown for the second time, she lifted her head, ready to tell him where to go and how to get there. "What do you think you are doing?"

He stopped taking his shirt off to look at her. "What's it look like?" She frowned at him as he tugged the shirt over his head and tossed it where it lay.

"Not nice, Cal." She replied as he moved up her body again, he took her shirt with him, carefully maneuvering it up and over her head and down her right arm. He kissed her and she could taste herself on his tongue. "Think you're clever do you?" She asked and he nodded, parting her thighs with one of his. The course hairs on his leg brushed against her swollen over sensitive center and she closed her eyes. "Fine, you're forgiven. Fuck me now, Cal."

"Such naughty words. Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?" He asked, poised at her entrance.

Gillian shook her head. "No, but I suck cock with it." She challenged and his resolve broke. He thrust himself into her quickly and roughly but it was exactly what she wanted. "Oh, yes!" He slid out only partially and her orgasm hit her so suddenly it stole her breath from her lungs.

"Oh hell, Love." Cal grunted as her core tightened around him. He pushed back in hard and she cried out, unable to hold it back. He slid his arms up behind her back and lifted her up so she was straddling him and her clit brushed against the thick hair where their bodies met, tightening another coil low in her belly.

She gripped at him with her arms, her breasts brushing against his chest, the bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs rubbing against him with each inwards thrust. God, how could she have denied this for so long? He was amazing, slick with sweat, muscles bunching under her fingers as he met her rhythm. "I love you, Cal. Don't ever leave me. Don't ever leave me." She murmured, breathlessly into his ear as a second and more powerful orgasm took her.

"I won't, Gill." He answered and he tightened, his own release rippling through his body. She felt something wet on her face and realized she was crying. "What's that matter, Gill. Did I hurt your shoulder?" He asked, urgently, when he saw the tears.

"No." She shook her head, leaning back as far as his cradled arms would let her. He twitched, still hard inside her and she shivered with pleasure. "No, my shoulder is fine. It's just a lot, you know, I could have died yesterday." She wiped the tears away. "I think they're more tears of happiness."

He scrunched up his nose. "Sounds like romance novel bollocks." She could see he really didn't think it was crap, at least not when it came to them.

"Oh, god, could you imagine a romance novel based on us? It would be so boring." She replied, moving out of his arms, gasping when he slipped, flaccid from her body.

"But the male role would be pretty dashing, top notch, he would." Gillian wrinkled her nose, and Cal looked affronted. "Are you saying I'm not?"

She laughed and started to the bathroom, crooking her finger at him. "Come on, help me get cleaned up. I want to stop at my place to get some real clothes before we go into work." He looked after her for a moment, obviously still trying to look offended but he was loosing the battle as she leaned on the door frame, naked, beckoning him to follow her.

He jumped up and rushed after her two seconds later.