"You'll regret it.""Yeah, but let me regret it in the morning and enjoy it now."
It was just enough for him to keep ripping her clothes off, kiss her neck and search for her weak spots with his hands, lips, everything he had…
What woke him up out of his thoughts was that silent, but familiar knock on the door. His lips curved into a smile as he saw his most precious belonging – Emily.
"Hey dad!"
"Why aren't you at school?" Even though the question was serious, his tone was careless and barely worried. She was a good kid, she could handle school without one or two classes.
"You told me you'd get Gillian today. So… did it work?"
"Of course I love her." Those words rang in his ears as he remembered what he had told Emily a year ago, just after they split up (more like, just after Gillian told him she was going to try something new, stay away from some things – him – until she's sure she did the right thing).
"She's in the office."
Her smile suddenly disappeared and she walked to his table, sitting in the chair across him. "What's wrong? I thought you'd be happy about this. The woman you love came back."
"It's complicated. Grown up things, you know what I mean?"
"Dad… If I was old enough last year to know that you love her, why do you think I wouldn't understand this?"
Silence.
"She's not the same Gillian, is she?"
"She's the same old Gil."
"So what's the problem?"
"No problem, darling." He stood up and walked around the table, tapping Emily's head lightly. "I've got work to do."
"You're just avoiding this conversation, aren't you? I can see it on your face, dad. You're not the only one in this family who can read expressions, remember?"
"When you're so smart, figure out all this by yourself home. And call some friends to catch up on what you've missed on classes today."
Her face went from amused and interested to annoyed and mad. "If you want to ignore the best thing that's happened to you in a long while, then fine! She's not going to wait for you forever, dad." And with those words she stormed out, straight home. She felt like it was her commitment to pull the two of them together, but she felt like her father was being an ass a bit too often, especially when she was trying to do nothing else but help.
"Ems said hi." He said, walking into Gillian's office without a knock or any kind of warning.
"Tell her I said hi as well." She said a bit taken aback, but managing to smile as well, though her smile faded when she noticed his face. It looked fairly tired, his skin was slightly red and every word was pronounced without a hint of happiness.
"I think we should discuss some things over a dinner."
"Cal…"
"Unless you think you can't fight your attraction to me, in which case I would love to go out even more with you. Even though my offer is strictly professional." And in a second his mood changed, expression becoming much more approachable than just a second before.
She laughed, nervously turning her pen on and off in her hand. No matter how much Cal Lightman wanted to be strictly professional, it was one thing he could never do. Sooner or later he would start asking personal questions, or tease about your expression while saying something completely unimportant but which will lead him to finding out some stupid thing about you, but it will still offer him the pleasure of having something to use against you.
"I think I'll be able to control myself." She nodded, a wide smile playing on her lips.
"Okay, love. I'll pick you up at seven." He went out the door again, almost feeling her footsteps behind him.
"I didn't say I was in, Cal!" Half of her body peeked outside the doorframe and for the 110th time today he internally shouted at himself for letting his eyes roam along her perfect figure.
"You said you'll be able to control yourself, not that you would be able to control yourself if we went out. Which is pretty much the confirmation I needed."
Without a word more, he once again turned his back on her and left her speechless.