Cal wasn't sure how they'd manage to clamber up the stairs into his bedroom. They'd stumbled on the stairway a couple of times, Gillian remarking at one point that there would be an imprint of a set of steps in her back. Cal had smirked and suggested they do it right there which managed to get Gillian back on her feet. As they burst through his bedroom door, Cal reached back and kicked it closed with his foot, his hands going to her waist, under her blouse onto her warm skin. He groaned into her mouth as they moved towards the bed. Her legs hit the bed and she fell back onto it, Cal climbing over her, his body seeming to fit into hers like two adjacent jigsaw pieces. His hand slid further up her back, his other hand on her thigh, pulling her leg up over his hip. He kissed her neck and down her clavicle into the line between her breasts where he nosed at the fabric of her shirt.
"I need another pair of hands…" he said, catching a shit button in his teeth and pulling it like a dog. She laughed, suddenly sitting up to face him. He frowned and pushed back so he was kneeling in front of her. He watched her carefully as her face contorted into a look he'd seen on her face before. Fear and uncertainly.
"I know that look." She bit her lip. He continued, "You're having second thoughts about this…" She shook her head.
"It's not that. It's just…."
"…too fast?" he finished for her. She shook her head again.
"No…well maybe yeah. I don't know. Something just feels strange." He nodded his head. She bit her lip, her eyes dropping and he caught her chin, tipping it back up to look at him. He kneeled in closer to her so that he was towering over her.
"Don't do that," he said.
"Do what?" Cal looked at her, his eyebrow raised. She scoffed and looked away from him.
"Cal I'm sorry I…"
"That. Don't do that." Cal jumped as she spoke. Taken aback, she looked at him, a yawn escaping from her mouth. As she closed it, he leaned in and caught her lips in a soft, chaste kiss. Their tongues locked briefly before he pulled back again.
"As long as I know that that's not a lie, you have nothing you possibly need to be sorry about." She smiled at him and swung around, her legs tipping over the side, readying her to stand.
"It's just, it's been a while and…well, you and I are, well, complicated…" she was stumbling and much as Cal thought it adorable he could hear the strain in her voice. He moved to the edge of the bed, sitting next to her.
"Gill, whatever you want, I'll do. I might be a pain in the arse most of the time but, you know I'd do anything for you, right?" She smiled sweetly at him and nodded her head. She kissed him again. He took her kiss then sat. He wondered if she was going to use this as an excuse to skip off home.
"Can I have something to sleep in?" she asked finally and he grinned at her, glancing her up and down.
"No. You'll have to sleep naked. I have my issues with that but I'll get over them…" He grinned at her and she shook her head, standing up and moving to his dresser. She was about to pull open a shelf when she stopped and looked back at him.
"Which of these do I not want to open?" He grinned, standing up and moving over to her. Standing behind her, he rested his chin on her shoulder and opened the top drawer, pulling out a pair of pyjama bottoms and a t-shirt. Using his other hand, he pulled hers from her side and placed the clothing in her hand. Then he kissed her neck before pulling away and moving back toward the bed. He watched her as she moved to the en-suite, closing the door behind her. Cal smiled and unbuckled his jeans, tossing them on the chair by the bed before throwing his t-shirt on it too. He usually slept in a t-shirt but something made him take it off tonight, even though he knew she knew he always slept in a t-shirt. He was just reaching to retrieve the t-shirt when he heard the en suite door closing. He turned to see her in his too big pyjama pants and shirt. He smiled and forgot about his own shirt and simply pulled back the covers and slipped into bed.
"I could get used to seeing you in that…" he grinned at her as she moved to the other side of his bed and slipped under the covers. He lifted his arm and she slipped under it, her arm trailing across his stomach. He smiled down at her, watching as she nestled herself into the crook of his arm, her head resting on his chest, her hand absently stroking along his stomach. He turned suddenly so that the were both facing each other, lying on their sides.
"Do you know any counsellors?" he asked her suddenly and her eyebrows raised. He immediately jumped on her reaction, "Oi, don't get your hopes up. It's for Emily. I think she should talk to someone. Especially after today and all the stuff that's going to happen in the future." Gillian was nodding her head.
"I know someone. I'll call her tomorrow. She owes me a favour or two." A smirk ghosted across her face and Cal mirrored it.
"What you do?" She shrugged.
"Introduced her to her husband," she said nonchalantly and Cal nodded.
"Matchmaker extraordinaire, eh?" He grinned, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear.
"For everyone but myself." Cal's smile fell slightly. She had remarked it in a throwaway way but he hadn't been able to see her face to read her. He decided to play the joker card.
"Oi!" he exclaimed simply and she looked up at him, a smile on her face.
"I meant up until you," she said quickly and he frowned.
"Well played." He smirked, pulling her closer to him. They faded into sleep after a while, Cal waiting until he was sure she had dozed off before allowing himself to do the same.
I am SO sorry this has taken so long. If I've lost people, it's fully understandable. As for the news of Season 3's back 9…well, what can I say? Devastating, let's hope Fox gets its act together and picks up Season 4!