Lie to Me and its characters are creations of Samuel Baum and copyrighted by 20th Century Fox.

Unfortunately they are not mine.

A/N: An older story that i finally had edited. Big thanks to Starbuck0322 who is pretty amazing.

Thanks to everyone who reviewed :) {{HUGS}}

Gillian's Office

"Hello, darling..." he drawled, his accent coming thick and low.

He was standing in front of her, staring down at her on the couch. He never took his eyes from hers.

He reached down and took the glass from her hand, and brought it to his lips; downing the remaining liquid in one long drag.

Gillian watched as he did this, she felt his fingers graze over her own, in an almost sensual manner he finally took the glass from her.

She watched as he drank the remainder of liquid with unbridled interest. She had no idea know what to expect in the coming moments.

Yet she was found herself increasingly curious; as to know what his lips would feel like on her own. How his hands would feel smoothly running up and down her back, playing in her hair. She wondered if his muscles would twitch if she ran her nails over his chest. She longed to trace the tattoos scattered over his biceps and forearms.

She was too caught up in the midst of imagining how his body would feel, pressed tightly against her own, that she didn't hear Cal whisper her name.

"Gillian," he called gently, but she was lost in her own thoughts. "Gill? Luv," Cal tried again, moving within inches of her face.

He crouched down in front of her, so that they were now face to face. Cal raised a hand and rested it on her thigh, bringing his other hand up to cup her cheek.

The light pressure on her thigh brought Gillian out of her trance. She glanced down to find Cal's hand resting gently on her thigh, just above the hem of her skit; his thumb rubbing lazy patterns over the fabric. She shifted her head slightly and in the process pressed her face further into his palm.

She looked up to find Cal invading her personal space and was about to say something, when she was cut short as she felt Cal brush his lips against her own. His kiss was gentle, yet fierce at the same time, and it took her a moment to respond, when she did, she parted her lips and allowed his tongue access.

They battled for dominance for several long seconds; before Gillian surrendered. She let his warm tongue probe her mouth gently, and moaned softly when he suckled her bottom lip. Cal ceased this opportunity and manoeuvred them on the couch so Gillian was laying flat with him perched above her. He laid his body over her.

Gillian brought her hands up, running her fingers through his hair, letting them rest at the back of his head. She tugged gently and deepened their kiss.

She shifted under him which caused her skirt to shimmy up considerably. This allowed her to adjust, so that her hips cradled Cal's lower body.

Cal moaned, a feral grunt deep from within his throat, when he felt her shift beneath him. With one hand supporting his weight, his other slowly trailed down her side, ghosting over the outside of her breast. At this, he felt a shiver run through her body.

His hand continued its path down her ribs, tracing the curve of her waist past her hips, where he stopped and gave a gentle squeeze; before further gliding down the outside of her thigh. His deft fingers finding the hem of her skirt. Cal felt Gillian's breath hitch as; he toyed with her for a moment. Moving his hands under the fabric, he slowly grazed his nimble fingers against the exposed skin of her thighs.

Gillian's eyes flew open, and the sensation of his finger tips grazing her naked skin caused her to moan, and break the kiss. She gazed into Cal's eyes, overwhelmed by the intensity she found iin them; and noticing that his pupils were now fully dilated.

"Cal," She gasped, before his lips had reattached themselves to her own.

His finger tips traveled further up her thighs, dragging her skirt higher, leaving a trail of goosebumps on her flesh as he went. Tugging at her skirt, he bunched the fabric around her hips. Bucking into her gently, she let out a soft whimper, and Cal couldn't help groan into her mouth as he felt himself start to lose control.

Trailing warm kisses down the column of her throat, he nipped gently at her delicate skin before soothing it with his tongue. He repeated this, lavishing the area with attention. He could feel the low hum she emitted.

They were too caught up in the sensations', which were coursing through their bodies, to hear the clicking of boots, making their way up the hall.

They didn't hear the knock on the door.

It wasn't until they heard the shocked yelp did they turn to see the wide eyed dear caught in the head lights, macro expression, of one of their employees, who was standing frozen, unable to move just inside the doorway

"Oh my god. I'm sorry. Shit. I'm just going to...," Ria stammered.

She was rendered speechless as she stood dumbly inside the doorway of Gillian's office, mouth slightly agape, trying to formulate some form of coherent speech.

Gillian pushed Cal from her as soon as she had heard Ria's startled voice. Cal had fallen backward and was sitting on the couch beside her. Gillian had de-tangled her limbs from his and was attempting to sit up and adjust the skirt, that was still bunched around her hips; desperately trying to regain her composure.

"What the bloody hell do you think you're doing here at this time of night, Torres?" Cal barked.

Ria stood still, too shocked to speak or move; having only moments before, interrupted her bosses making out and going at it on Gillian's couch like two horny teenagers. She felt like she had just walked in on her parents.

"I... I forgot... the... the... um... case file... and... I'm sorry... I'll be going now..." Ria stuttered and took a few steps backwards, turned and walked out.

"Oi! You get back here!" Cal snapped.

However, Ria had just rounded the corner and was passing the reception area intent on making as hasty an exit as possible. She ignored Lightman's demands.

"Oi'... Torres!" Call bellowed after her. "You Deaf? Get back ere'!"

But Ria was not stopping until she was safely in her car and speeding away from the office.

As she exited the building, just before the front door had slammed shut behind her, she could hear Gillian chastising Cal for the way he was yelling after her.

Ria's last thought before she drove away was that 'tomorrow was definitely going to be an interesting day at The Lightman Group.'

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