Ohhh gettin excited now...only 19 hrs to go before the next new episode... not that I'm counting!
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GAME ON
"Get back to yer room Sammie"
"Oh for Gods sake Cal I'm not your daughter"
"NO – yer not! She's a lot more obedient than you"
"Cal, it can't hurt letting stay down here for a while" Gillian was trying to sound sympathetic but mentally admitted that she had ulterior motives other than the comfort of Sammie.
"I think your 'lover to be' wants to get all the gossip out of me Cal"
"Look – you've had a long day Sammie, go get some beauty sleep, or at least spend some time brushing those bloody rats tails out from your hair"
Sammie made her way into the room and fell in a chair.
"You see Dr. Foster, he's always had this 'thing' about my hair, he used to spend hours just brushing it in a vain attempt to make the 'rats tails' go away – never worked of course, well maybe for about 5 mins…So, in the end, I decided to make life easier for him and just take them away, which meant …me going with them. Has he told you that bit yet? How I just 'disappeared' out of his life?"
Cal swiftly moved to her chair and started pulling her up by her 'rats tail' hair.
"Bed – NOW!"
"Cal! – you have a guest"
"Yeah – I do don't I, and any background she needs to know to help me on this case – your case – she will get from me"
"Okay, okay – I know where I not needed, two's company – three's a…Well it can be fun actually, but I know Calli boy has never really been in to that kind of thing so….unless you've changed your ideas on that one? Because I find Dr. Foster just as sexy as you do so…"
He dragged her up the stairs at a rate of knots.
xXx
Gillian heard the banter carrying on until a door slammed.
She couldn't help but smile.
Half of what Sammie was saying was just to wind up Cal, that much was obvious – so very obvious that she wondered why Cal was buying into it.
The grin was still hovering on her lips and in her eyes when a red faced Lightman stomped back down.
"Oh you fink this is funny do you?"
"Well you agreed to it Cal"
"Yeah, yeah I did didn't I…Why did I do that again?"
"A large pay cheque and a whole load of new surveillance gadgets that you get to keep at the end"
Cal finally cracked a grin.
"Gadgets! That's it – great gadgets"
He dropped down beside her on the couch.
"Sorry bout that luv – she always was a handful"
"She's a 'natural' isn't she?"
"Oh yeah. Didn't know it back then of course, didn't even know what that was, but yeah, probably one of the best I've ever known an that makes her dangerous"
"So you think I'm sexy then?" The grin was still on her face.
He took her hand and held it up so her arm was extended.
The top she was wearing was sleeveless and she jolted slightly as his lips touched her wrist first:
"Sexy"
Inner elbow next.
"Beautiful"
Mid upper arm.
"Intelligent"
Her shoulder
"Intoxicating"
Gillian caught his head and lifted it away from her rapidly heating skin using her fingers under his chin.
She lifted it until she had eye contact.
"I think having your first lover in the house has made you a little horny Cal"
"And your pupils are telling me that you're not adverse to that reaction Luv"
That flustered her slightly and she broke the eye contact.
"I think I should go home now Cal"
He slouched back in the cushions but his eyes never left her.
"An leave me all alone with that mad wanton hussy upstairs?"
"That 'wanton hussy' seems to be far more intent on getting you and I together than re-igniting anything with you"
"So wot does that tell you sweetheart?"
Gill raised a querying eyebrow.
"I don't follow…"
"Yeah you do….Sammie is a natural, a damn good - she has seen us together, for a relatively short space of time, and yet…she is convinced we should be a couple. So…Wot does that tell you?"
Cals lips started moving toward her.
Gillian left it until he was mere millimetres away from his target before she jumped up from her seat.
"That she is a born mischief maker. Now, I'm going. Tomorrow I will need more information about why exactly dear Samantha is here in the first place. Goodnight Cal, try hard to keep your virtue intact"
Cal stared at her - she was teasing him – and enjoying every second of it judging by her face!
"Night luv" He grinned back at her as she got her stuff together and pulled her jacket on.
xXx
After he heard the door shut he sat in the silence for a while mentally analyzing the evenings events.
Getting up and moving to the stairs he allowed himself a low chuckle as he went to check on his house guest.
It was more than flirting he concluded, it was more like a challenge.
"Right then, game on Foster. Game on" He muttered to himself.
Moving along the corridor he noted that the bolts were still across and the lock still intact.
Opening them all he walked into his room.
"So how exactly did you get past the bolts?...Never mind, I don't think I wanna know"
Sammie was sitting up in bed wearing one of his t shirts.
As he shoved his hands in his pockets and watched her his head dropped to one side when he realised that she didn't respond with her normal grin and quick retort.
What was that look? Tiredness?
That was certainly there but….
"Wot's up Sammie?"
"Dunno, just over tired I guess but sleep seems to be evading me at the moment"
And he felt a twinge hit him in the stomach.
She was telling the truth.
Without saying a word he walked over to the bed picking up a brush as he moved.
Holding her by the shoulders he manoeuvred him self behind her so that he was sitting against the pillows and she was leaning back against him.
He started brushing her hair.
Neither of them said a word and he only stopped when, eventually he heard her breathing even out and felt her body completely relax down.
She was asleep.
Gently sliding out, he lay her softly back on the pillows.
Pulling the sheets up to her shoulders he hesitated a few seconds before dropping a light kiss on her forehead , turning he left the room making sure the lock and bolts went back as silently as possible.