SMUT WARNING!

Sorry I haven't updated. For those still following, here is some Xmas smut.

The feel of her body under his was intoxicating. She arched her back, her legs, her neck, everything at exactly the right time, in exactly the right way. He kissed her neck, her ear, her clavicle, circling around her face as if lost and not knowing where he should be going. She pushed him over on his back, giving him some respite, her thighs straddling him as she leaned forward drawing him into a deep kiss. He sat up, his hand reaching back and helping him balance as his other one found its way into her hair. As they broke, he brought his hand to her face.

"Fucking hell, Gill…" His breathing heavy. She looked down at him, confused.

"Cal? Cal?" He looked back at her.

"Gill?"

It was only when she said his name again that he realised his eyes were closed and he scrunched them up in embarrassment. Maybe if he didn't open his eyes he wouldn't have to try and explain himself. But then he felt her soft lips on his, teasing him and he knew he wouldn't be able to pretend to stay asleep. He let himself kiss her back softly, keeping his eyes shut. When they broke he could almost hear her smiling.

"Don't think you can pretend to be asleep to get out of this." He opened his eyes. He was lying on the couch where they'd kissed earlier before he curled her under his arm to watch some mindless Christmas TV. He must have nodded off and started dreaming about her. Now he felt vulnerable.

"What was your dream about?" she asked coyly but he could see the twinkle in her eye. He smirked at her.

"Oh it was terrifying. You were lecturing me about the accounts and almost getting myself killed."

"You were out of breath Cal." He thought for a moment.

"Yeah, you were chasing me through a dark forest with a chainsaw and all I could say was 'Fucking hell Gill,' and 'Let's be reasonable…'" He grinned at her as she pursed her lips. She slipped away from him and stood up. He twisted so he was sitting up straight on the couch, looking up at her.

"Are you sure you're not trying to cover up the fact that you were dreaming about having sex with me?" Cal sat forward slightly, a smirk on his face and hooked a finger through the belt hook on her jeans, pulling her down onto his lap. His other hand pushed the hair back of her face.

"With you right there next to me? That would be completely inappropriate…" His hands glided down her waist onto her thighs. He ground his hips up into hers and her face broke into a smile. He kissed her neck.

"And you're picture of propriety?" she said, grabbing the couch behind him to pull them back onto the seat. He grinned up at her.

"In some places." As the grin spread across her face, Cal pushed back off the couch, standing up with her legs wrapped around him. He knew he wasn't getting any younger but he managed quiet ably to carry her from the sitting room, up the stairs and into his room. As he lowered her to the bed, her hair flayed out to the side and he got an image of what she would look like naked, and completely spent in his bed, underneath him. He growled at the thought of it and returned to his assault of her lips and neck. His hands reached for her blouse unbuttoning it efficiently before she turned him onto his back so she could shrug it off her shoulders. Then she pulled his t-shirt over his head as he sat up to kiss her again.

Cal kissed down her neck and clavicle, tonguing her nipples through her bra while his hand worked on the button on her jeans. It wasn't budging. He broke away from her breasts to look at the clasp.

"What the bloody hell…" He used his second hand to try loosen the belt but it still wasn't budging. Gillian started to laugh.

"What are these? Chastity jeans?" he whined before she reached down and very simply flicked the button open. He looked back up at her, half naked on his bed.

"Would saying 'I haven't done this in a while' make me look less of a plonker right now?" She shook her head, giggling. He nodded.

"Right then. I'll redeem myself the hard way." As he spoke, he slipped his hands over the waist band of her jeans and peeled them off slowly. As he pulled them off the end of her feet, he placed a kiss to each calf muscle before edging his way up along her right leg. He stopped when he got to her thigh to look up at her. Matching black lace. He could have died right there. Instead he continued kissing until he felt her hand in his hair. He placed a soft kiss on the front of her panties, breathing in the scent of her, closing his eyes to it. His hands crept to her hips, his fingers toying with the material before he edged his way back up her body, his hand reaching behind her back to unclasp her bra. He pulled it off the front and allowed himself a moment to look at her. She smiled at him as he dipped his head and took her nipple between his teeth. She arched her back up to meet him and he used one hand to balance her and hold her to him. His other hand ghosted down her stomach underneath her panties.

She ached into him further when his fingers found her clitoris and softly stroked her. She choked by the kiss that Cal pulled her into. She moaned as he touched her again, his fingers edging lower to see if she was ready for him. She was more than ready. He kissed her again before once again, working his way down her body, gripping the top of her panties between his teeth and pulling them down, he used his hands to toss them somewhere behind them. Finally, Gillian Foster was completely naked in front of him. And she was stunning.

"Cal?"

"What?"

"You're staring."

"I can't help it. You're bloody gorgeous." She smiled up at him and that seemed to bring him back to reality. Leaning forward he kissed her stomach before veering off to her hip bone and down to the inside of her thigh. He teased her by kissing and nipping the inside of her thigh right next to where she really wanted him. He could feel her hips pushing towards him and he raised his other hand to hold her still. He pinned her down as best as he could before leaning in and running his tongue up along her quickly. She jerked up against his arm. He repeated the action twice more before taking her clit between his teeth and sucking hard. She bucked again and reached both hands up to hold her hips.

Gillian writhed and clenched her eyes as he licked, kissed and nibbled at her. Her back ached uncontrollably when he dipped his tongue inside her to taste her. She moaned loudly when he licked along her again. And she began to convulse violently when he moved back to her clit, his tongue flattening against her slow then quickly while his fingers took over at her entrance. She could feel herself about to lose control when he stopped everything. She whimpered but didn't get the chance to scold him as his mouth covered hers. She could taste herself off him and she heard the sound of his zipper opening. She reached between them to open his button and push his jeans off his hips. He kicked them off, toeing his socks off as he did. Gillian pushed him onto his back and moved down his body to remove his boxers. She paused as she made her way back up his body but he reached down and pulled her to him, reading her mind.

"Later," he said twisting them so he was on top again. Gillian didn't mind. She could wrestle with him later. He kissed her as he pushed into her, a moan escaping from both of their mouths. He remained still for a moment, just kissing her, letting her get used to his feel. Then slowly he started to move. It was infuriatingly slow but he wanted it to last. He wanted it to be good, nice, tender and prolonged. He didn't want their first time to be a reckless, mindless shag. His hands skimmed along her body and he pulled her thigh up over his hip bone. He kissed her neck and bit her earlobe. He took her nipples between his teeth. He didn't let the speed increase for quite a while. He was amazed at his own self restraint especially when he listened to the noises Gillian was making beneath him. He was clearly doing something right.

"Cal, please…" Gillian said finally, her kisses becoming more urgent, her breath getting raspier. She was getting close so he upped the tempo a little, withdrawing almost fully than sliding back into her. He cupped her head with one hand, held her hip with the other as the speed increased brought him closer to his own release. With her moans and sighs he couldn't help but continue to increase the speed. He could feel his own release coming and he knew she was close. As he felt himself about to come, he reached his hand between them and stroked her clitoris. She clenched her eyes as she came in unison with him. He grinned as he collapsed against her. He couldn't have timed it better if he'd tried. But now he was having trouble breathing so he concentrated on that for a few minutes before rolling off the beautiful woman who was also breathless beneath him.

"Wow." That was all he had breath for. Gillian grinned at him, turning over to curl up to him. He reached down, disentangling the sheet from around their feet and pulling it over them.

"Happy Christmas Cal," she said softly and he kissed her again. Sweetly, softly and full of love. She smiled at him.

"Are you looking forward to opening your presents tomorrow?" she asked, a hint of mischief in her tone. He grinned back at her, as he pulled her on top of him.

"I unwrapped the best one tonight." He said simply, pulling her down to kiss him again. It would be late Christmas Day before either of them awoke.

OXOXOXO

So that's effectively the end of this story though I did have an idea for a New Years themed chapter if anyone was interested? R+R. Thanks!