"Cal, we're going to have to discuss this properly tomorrow." Gillian ran her finger around the rim of the wine glass he'd given her. He looked up from his position next to her on the couch.

"What do you mean?" Gillian tilted her head and raised an eyebrow.

"This is not a long term arrangement, you understand that right?" He looked away from her, sighing. He turned on the couch so his knee was brushing off her thigh.

"Gillian, at least…understand what my motives are." It was only after he'd said it that he realised how questionable it sounded. Gillian picked up on it too.

"I didn't know you had motives, Cal. What are they?" Cal shook his head, putting his wine glass down on the table.

"That's not what I meant to say," he lied. Gillian smiled and shook her head.

"I may be tipsy but I'm not stupid." He looked up, his eye catching hers. They held them for a moment and he shifted closer to her on the couch. She turned her body slightly toward him. He put a hand on her knee.

"Let me spell it out for you love." He paused as he picked up his wine glass and took a long slug from it. He put it down again and looked back at her. She raised an eyebrow.

"You were saying?" Cal nodded.

"I was. I was saying to you before that after Emily you're the most important person in my life. That's two important people I've got. Just two. Now one of them has been hurt badly in the last three days. So you'll forgive me if I'm just a little bit paranoid about seeing the other person hurt as well." He absently stroked along her knee with this thumb. She watched his face as he spoke, glanced down to her knee when he finished, when she noticed what he was doing. Then she looked back at his face.

"You really think they might come after me?" she asked in an almost whisper and Cal looked into her eyes. For the first time since they'd left the office, since they'd had this discussion, Cal saw something new in her eyes. Fear. He took a deep breath and nodded his head.

"I think if they have half a brain between them then yeah." Gillian looked away from him, sighing again, picking up her wine and sipping from it. Cal did the same; draining the last of what was in his glass and leaving it back down on the table. He watched as Gillian shook her head.

"Cal, this is a lot bigger than either of us could have imagined…"

"I know love. And I'm sorry to have dragged you into it…" At this she let her hand drop to his where it rested on her knee. His thumb stilled for a moment before he turned his hand to clasp hers, his thumb continuing to stroke the back of her hand.

"I wouldn't have had it any other way and you know it," she replied and he grinned, knowing that she was right. Anything to do with Emily, whom she referred to as 'her favourite teenager' and Gillian would help where she could. Cal knew how fond she was of his daughter.

"We'll be ok love. I promise you that." As he spoke he pulled her hand up towards him, turning it so he could kiss the back of her hand. His lips were soft and she smiled at the contact. Her smile wavered slightly when he held her hand there and proceeded to kiss her knuckles one by one, then down along her fingers until finally he reached the fingernails of her index finger. He caught her finger between his teeth, briefly glancing up at her face. Her eyes were heavy lidded but the corner of her lips twitched into a smile. He grinned to himself and slid his tongue along her finger, closing his mouth around the digit. He looked up when he heard her laughing and pulled back from her.

"What? What's so funny?" She shook her head, letting her hand land on his thigh.

"Nothing."

"Liar."

"That's the second time today you've tried to bite my finger off. I was just thinking of how much of an oral fetish you have…" Cal's eyes widened as she said the words 'oral fetish'. And the fact that she'd been thinking about it… He edged closer to her.

"Were you now?" He grinned down at her, his hand creeping to her hip, his other hand across the back of the couch, reaching to play with a strand of her hair. She smirked at him, tilting her head slightly back to look at him. Then slowly, she leaned forward to whisper in his ear.

"Yeah. I was…" Her lips brushed off his ear lobe as she moved to pull back but she felt his strong hand on the back of her head holding her still, just an inch or two from his lips.

"And what did you think about it?" he purred, his tongue darting across his lips in anticipation. She smirked. She'd seen the quick move of his tongue. She let both hands rest on his mid-thigh as leaned forward towards him.

"I thought it would need further investigation," she said simply before letting her mouth slide onto his in a soft kiss. Cal revelled in the fact that she had made the first move. If he'd had to do so it would have been a bone crunching kiss that would have seen them both on the floor, probably having broken his coffee table. He preferred this though, the soft, sensual touch of her lips to his, their tongues darting to tease one another, neither willing to be the first to give in. Eventually she did, opening her mouth to allow him access which he took willingly.

When they broke apart Cal held her face to his with a firm grip. He looked at his partner.

"Bloody hell…" he said, trying desperately hard to control his breathing. Gillian swallowed at this remark. He didn't miss it. He had to think fast on this one or she'd bolt and leave him out in the open on his own. He did the only thing he could think of. He kissed her again. Harder this time. More forceful, more passionate, more urgent. He hooked his hand under her knee and pulled her leg over his hip as his tongue glided under the edge of her teeth. His other hand buried deep in her hair, grasping chunks of it ever now and then but never getting rough. It took Gillian a moment to realise that he wasn't alarmed the way she had thought from his remark. When she did, she kissed him back, almost as ferociously as he was kissing her. It became almost like a struggle for power, each trying to outdo the other for breathlessness. Eventually Gillian broke away, breathing heavily. Cal kissed her neck and jaw as she tried to regain her breath.

"Tell me to stop…" he mumbled as he kissed along her clavicle, his tongue darting out to taste her skin. Gillian felt herself sink further into the couch.

"Are you insane?" she replied and heard him laughing against her skin, his lips trailing back up her neck to her ear where he bit her lobe between his teeth.

"Do you really want me to answer that?" he asked, grinning as he swirled his tongue under her earlobe, his hand trailing up her thigh, pulling her further down the couch into a lying position. Her other leg twisted comfortably underneath his weight.

"No but I do want…." She didn't finish her sentence. She just pushed him back and moved with him so that now he was the one lying on the couch and she positioned over him. He grinned up at her as she straddled his waist, his hands moving automatically to her hips.

"I've changed my answer anyway. I think I am starting to go insane again…" He sat forward to kiss her again and her hands went into his hair, his coming down onto her thighs, pulling her closer to him. When they broke, Cal rested his forehead against hers, breathing heavily. He looked up at her, a smile on his face.

"So what about 'the line'?" he said in a mocking tone. She smirked down at him before pulling away and standing up. Cal kicked himself. Why did he bring up the line? Stupid. His thinking halted when she held her hand for his.

"To hell with the line," she said as he pushed himself off the couch, grasping her hand and pulling her close to him.

OXOXOXO

Wasn't going to end it here but seemed a good place. More to come. Bit more fluff, etc but will get back to the plot I promise. I'm just having fun with them at the moment!