Something light with a little taste of smut. Much more to come on this so not to worry. I tend to publish pretty fast so this isn't one of those you'll be waiting a year for. Next couple of chaps will see much more plot movement.

Rating has been upgraded as appropriate for this chap.

Don't own it, just ship it.

"You know as much as I do Cal," she said with an exasperated sigh. "I woke up, went to the bathroom , saw my ring, saw your ring, and here we are."

"Well, you might have mentioned," he grumbled, throwing himself back down on the bed beside her.

"So what do we do Cal?"

"I'm thinking," he said rubbing his eyes. He turned to her, "so you and I are husband and wife?"

"We don't know that for sure Cal. We know we woke up in the same bed together. We can be fairly certain based on the evidence that we had sex. We're wearing matching wedding bands. We appear to be in the Honeymoon suite, and the casino floor manager just sent us breakfast for Mr. and Mrs. Lightman.

"Afraid I don't see your point," his eyebrows knit together.

"I see no marriage certificate and I see no photographs. At this point I'm willing to believe just about anything. To be honest, whether or not we got married last night is the least of my worries." She leaned her head back against the carved bedpost. The smell of food was beginning to waft over from the cart and she wasn't sure her stomach could sustain the assault at the moment.

"Really, Foster? Because it's certainly at the top of my list." He got up and walked over to the breakfast cart, curiously poking around under the silver domes and opening a few of the carafes. He filled a tall glass with what looked like tomato juice.

She swallowed, willing her stomach to hold on. "I'm more concerned with what else we don't know, like who drugged us? Who put us in this room? What did we turn up in our interviews that made someone uncomfortable enough to need to rattle us this way? What else did we do yesterday that we don't remember, and what the hell are you doing?"

Cal had wandered over to the tall wardrobe and was busily opening doors. "Aha," he said, obviously finding what he had been searching for. He looked over his shoulder at her, "minibar," he stated simply.

"You can't be serious," she exclaimed as he approached the bed with two tiny bottles of vodka.

"Hair of the dog, love, only way to go," he poured both bottles into the glass of tomato juice, stirring with his finger before licking it. "Up yours, love," he emptied half the glass.

She rolled her eyes. "I'm going to take a shower and clear my head. Try to think of our next move while I'm gone."

"I'll save you some then," he called after her.

She retreated to the solace of the enormous bathroom, hands around her middle as she leaned back against the closed door. Her head was spinning and not from the hangover this time.

Pushing herself off the hard wood, she went to the shower, cranked the temperature up to high and looked it over. Despite the seriousness of their current predicament she found herself excited by the multiple nozzles covering three of the shower walls. She'd heard of this before, but never had a chance to indulge. She retrieved her toiletries from the counter and sat them on the long glass block bench along one side of the stall. She stepped into the rapidly gathering steam. There were a series of knobs one wall and she toyed with them until gentle sprays of warm water washed her from every side. She arched her head under the top nozzle, allowing the liquid warmth heat to pour over her. She could feel her mind clearing with every moment she spent in the embrace of the hot steam but her memories were no clearer.

She reached for her shampoo, pouring a small amount into her palm. She massaged the coconut scented lather into her scalp, happy that the aspirin seemed to be doing its job and that her head had finally stopped throbbing. The scent of her shampoo filled the air, helping to clear her head as she slowly rinsed.

As she applied conditioner, her mind began to tread the path she had been avoiding and her movements slowed as reality sank in.

She had slept with Cal.

Oh, of course her mind couldn't remember it but that hardly mattered. Her body remembered.

As she gently washed herself, she found small bruises the size of thumbprints at the front of each of her hips. They didn't hurt, with her fair skin she had always just bruised easily and she closed her eyes and bit her lip at the thought of Cal's hands gripping her hips hard enough to make those impressions.

She moved the washcloth to her breasts, noting that her nipples felt swollen and sore and she felt a rush of heat as she imagined his teeth gently nipping at her engorged flesh as he suckled her. Her heart flipped and her breathing became quick and shallow as she imagined his mouth working against her body.

Tentatively she moved her hands lower, placing one foot on the shower bench as she placed her palm between her thighs, noting again the familiar tenderness she felt there. Her thigh muscles felt slightly stiff as if she had worked out hard at the gym the day before and an image quickly formed in Gillian's mind of her astride Cal's thighs, his hands on her hips guiding her movements, his face a rictus of pleasure below her. She moaned involuntarily and was surprised to hear the sound echo off the shower walls much more loudly than she would have liked.

She leaned her head under the water, letting the gentle stream run over her back as she pressed her thumb next to her clit, enjoying the sensation brought about by the touch of her own hands as she imagined Cal's body entwined with hers. She leaned forward supporting herself against the wall as she stroked herself, inserting two fingers inside as she continued to work her thumb against her clit, quickly finding the rhythm she knew would bring her to the brink of ecstasy.

"Cal..." she heard his name echo loudly in the steamy silence as her breathing hitched and she trembled, the pleasurable release washing through her body.

"Ahem…"

The sound of his voice close by shattered her reverie. Her eyes fluttered open and she could see his blurry silhouette outside the wall of the shower.

"Everything okay in there, Love? "he inquired, amusement evident in his tone.

"I'm fine Cal. What are you doing in here?" she asked, trying to calm her breathing and wishing her voice didn't sound quite so shaky.

"Well I heard you moan and then call my name. Just wanted to make sure you hadn't fallen and passed out or something," he said. "Need me to come in and help you with anything?" he offered.

"I'm fine. You must have misheard. I was just…enjoying the shower," she lied.

"So I gathered." His knowing statement hung in the air.

She took a deep breath and turned off the shower. "Can you toss me a towel please? And my robe?" she asked, hoping to god he would just let it drop.

"Sure you don't need me to wash you back for you?"

"Cal…" her tone was a warning.

"Here ya go," he tossed her robe and towel over the wall of the shower.

She quickly dried herself, wrapping the robe around her as she covered her hair and flipped the towel over her head. When she emerged from the shower he was sitting on the edge of the tub, legs crossed and head cocked to the side as he leered at her.

"You look refreshed," he said, satisfaction oozing from his tone. "Feeling better?" he inquired.

"Much actually," she refused to let him faze her as she turned to the sink and wiped off the mirror pretending to study her reflection. "So did you come up with our next move?" she tried to move things forward.

"Now that you mention it, I did have time to think on things, until I was interrupted by your…enjoyment of your shower." He pushed himself up, positioning himself directly behind her as he locked eyes with her in the mirror.

"And?"

"I say we play house," he suggested simply.

"You what?" She spun around to face him.

"Listen, it's obvious whoever set this up is hoping we're so rattled by what did or didn't happen, that we miss something or better yet, end the investigation in light of our new…circumstances. I say we don't give them the satisfaction."

"Let me get this straight," she took a deep breath, "You're proposing we continue our investigation as if nothing out of the ordinary has happened? As if we're suddenly and blissfully happy to be together?" She cocked an eyebrow at him.

"Well yeah…more or less, yeah." He sounded a little less confident. "While we continue to look into what actually happened of course."

"Cal," she said, her voice taking on a slightly frightened tone, "If someone drugged us, which I firmly believe, then we must have been getting close to them. If we continue, what's to stop them from trying again, or worse yet, trying to stop us in other ways?"

"You mean with something more deadly?" he looked at her seriously. "It's entirely possible, love. I'm not short of contacts in this town though Gillian, I have a few favors I can call in that can ensure us a little added protection."

"I'm not sure I really feel any better about that." She rolled her eyes turning back around to face the mirror as she removed the towel and began brushing out her hair.

"Well then, you think on it, I'll shower this time." He began unfastening the belt of his robe.

"Cal!"

"We're married, love, best get used to it." He flashed her a grin in the mirror as he dropped his robe and slipped behind the glass wall.

Suddenly not all the color in her cheeks was due to the steamy air.

Just a taste of what's to come. Hope you enjoyed.