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7. Bath Times

Gillian tossed her bag on the floor of the foyer as she entered her house. Not caring where it landed, she headed to the kitchen and retrieved a bottle and wine glass from the cupboard before making her way down the hall to her room. She hadn't bothered to turn on the lights; instead she walked straight to her bedside table and set the glass and bottle down. With a flick of her wrist, she switched on her lamp and watched as it cast a soft glow throughout the room. Sighing to herself, she stepped out of her heels and filled the glass before she walked into her en-suite.

Not bothering to shut the door behind her, she placed the glass on the vanity and moved to the sizable tub. Gillian turned on the faucets and heard the pipes creek momentarily before the water gushed from the tap. She watched as the bath began to fill, and couldn't stop him from invading her thoughts. She thought about what Cal and Wallowski were out doing, why he hadn't told her he was leaving, why he had said all those things.

Unable to stop the onslaught of thoughts bustling around her head, Gillian suddenly felt nauseous as images assaulted her mind. The image of Cal's lips on the Detective's, his hands gripping her waist; just as he had done to her only hours before.

She felt a lump begin to form in her throat and swallowed it down. Shaking her head ruefully, she attempted to rid herself of those thoughts. She moved about as she tried to distract herself while the tub filled, lighting candles that were scattered around the room. She turned on her small stereo and hoped the sounds of smooth jazz chords would drown out her thoughts. She found her favourite vanilla scented bubble bath and squeezed a little into the water.

Gillian heard her cell phone ringing downstairs. Choosing to ignore it, she picked up her glass from the vanity, swirling the deep crimson liquid around before bringing it to her lips. She felt it burn the back of her throat, and winced slightly before placing it back on the counter. Looking up, she caught her reflection in the mirror and raised her fingers touching the mark on her neck. She closed her eyes for a moment and sighed deeply. Moving her hands to the back of her dress, she lowered the zipper, tugging the material from her shoulders, letting it pool at her waist. She wriggled slightly and watched as it slid over her hips pooling in a heap at her ankles. She stepped out of the dress, and kicked it to the side, shedding it like a second skin.

She quickly removed the remainder of her clothing and dipped a hand into the water testing the temperature. Satisfied, she shut off the tap and climbed in. Slowly lowering herself into the tub, she felt the warmth engulf her. A soft moan escaped her lips as she felt her muscles begin to relax. Gillian leaned back and rested her head against the back of the tub. She closed her eyes letting herself sink deeper under the bubbles.

She had waited for an hour before leaving the confines of her office. She had passed Cal's office and found it empty. She could feel the anger rising in her as her hand balled into a fist by her side. She shook her head sadly. She had believed him; had bought everything he had said. She felt a tear slide down her cheek and she chastised herself. She knew better.

Cal had been trying to call her ever since he had seen her drive out of the parking garage. He had finally had enough of Wallowski's stalling tactics, and ended their conversation as he escorted her out of the building and to her car; which had been parked up the street from The Lightman Group.

He imagined Gillian would be ropable; firstly, for him taking so long to get rid of her after the conversation they had just had, and secondly, if she had stopped by his office first and found it empty, god only knows what she would be thinking. She wasn't answering his calls and he assumed that he had a lot of making up to do. He had stopped at her favourite restaurant on the way to her house and picked up dessert. He was even able to persuade them to throw in a can of whipped cream, as he remembered their earlier deal.

Pulling up outside Gillian's, he had noticed all the lights were out. He tried calling again but it had simply rang out. Getting out of the car, Cal approached the front door, take out bags in hand. As he neared, he observed that the door was slightly ajar. His heart began to beat rapidly in his chest. Gillian would never leave the front door open; she was too safety conscientious. He had seen her car parked on the street so knew she was home; however, an uneasy feeling started to settle in the pit of his stomach. A million thoughts raced through his mind. What if something had happened to her? What if there was an intruder in the house? Was she hurt? Laying there wounded?

Cal quietly opened the door, careful not to make a sound. It was dark and not a single light had been turned on; however, he could see a glow coming from the direction of her bedroom. He almost tripped over Gillian's hand bag which was haphazardly lying on the floor as he entered her home, which only increased his worry. He placed the bags on the floor and carefully made his way down the hall to her room, as he approached he could hear the muffled sounds of music. The door to bedroom was closed and he listened for a moment trying to hear any movement that might be coming from inside. Swallowing hard, afraid of what he might find on the other side, he steeled himself and entered.

He was greeted by an empty room; the lamp next to her bed casting shadows over the room. He noted the bottle of wine on her bedside table and the dim glow coming from the bathroom, noting that the door was wide open. Cal quietly walked over and peered inside. What he saw took his breath away; Gillian was lying in the bath, eyes closed, arms lightly resting on the sides of the tub. Her hair had been pulled up into a pony tail and he smiled, thinking how she looked so innocent and youthful with her hair like that. His gaze continued to travel the length of the tub coming to rest on her exposed knee, his positions from the doorway allowed him to drink in the soft creamy skin of her thigh, before it disappeared beneath the water. He felt a pull in his groin knowing that she was naked under the rapidly disappearing bubbles.

She shifted slightly and the movement exposed the swell of her breasts to him. He watched as the candle light danced across her exposed chest and let out a small groan of appreciation. He saw her head snap in his direction. A startled look on her face, she shot up straight and gave him an excellent view of her perfectly rounded breasts. He had to shove his hands into his pockets for fear of rushing over to her and caressing her naked form.

Cal looked at Gillian, a cheeky grin pulling at his lips. "Need me to wash your back there, love?" he asked flirtatiously. He walked further into the room, stopping as he reached the tub. He leered down at her. His eyes devouring her and his tongue snaked out to lick his lips. "I've always wanted to give you a sponge bath."

Gillian felt her heart pound against her chest. She hadn't expected to see someone standing at the entrance of her bathroom, watching her as she lay in the tub. Trying to calm herself, she saw Cal's eyes drop to her chest and realised the bubbles were no longer covering her. She quickly brought her hands up to shield herself from his view; trying to preserve some morsel of modestly. She saw the cocky grin on his face. "Cal," she seethed. "What the hell are you doing in my bathroom? You can't just break in to my house. What were you thinking?" she demanded.

Cal's eyes softened, and the playfulness fell from his face as he grew serious. "I tried to call you, Gill. I saw you leave the office, but you didn't answer your cell. I got here and your front door was open," he stated. "I thought the worst, love; I thought something had happened to you, so I came in looking for you. You should be more careful, darling. You know there are some nut jobs out there. I don't know what I do if something ever happened to you," he admitted quietly.

Gillian heard the sincerity in his words but she was still angry. "There's also a nut job standing in the middle of my bathroom ogling me," she replied annoyed. "Do you mind leaving so I can get out?" she asked.

"Come on now, love." he said cocking his head to the side. He knelt down beside the tub and brought his mouth next to her ear. "It's not like I haven't seen you naked before, and I rather enjoyed the view," he whispered as he gently nibbled on her earlobe.

Gillian's cheeks flushed and she let herself enjoy the sensation of his mouth for a moment before she tried to move away. "Cal, please. Can you pass me the towel at least, so I can get out of the tub?" she asked as she looked at him pleadingly.

Cal moved away with a huff and grabbed the towel for her, opening it up so she could step into it. "I promise I won't look," he told her and shut his eyes.

Gillian sighed. She couldn't be bothered arguing, so she stood and stepped out of the tub into the towel. She felt his arms wrap the soft fabric around her body and he held her tightly to his chest. She sunk into him, letting her head rest in the crook of his neck.

"What are you doing here anyway? I thought you were out with Wallowski tonight," she whispered sadly.

Cal held her tighter against him, not letting her go. "Love, I told you before; there never was and never will be anything between me and the Detective. I don't want her, darling. What I want is you," he told her gently kissing her forehead.

"But you weren't there when I came to look for you. You didn't even tell me you were leaving, Cal. What am I supposed to think?" she questioned, however, she remained in his arms.

"Gill, I escorted her to the car because she wouldn't leave, and then I saw you drive away. I'm sorry, love. I should have just told her to leave straight away. She said she wanted to discuss a case, that's all. It was all just bad timing; nothing more. If she needs our help from now on, I've directed her to Loker and Torres. I'll have nothing to do with her, if that's what you want," he whispered gently. "Plus, I promised you dessert darling."

Gillian shifted in his arms pulling back slightly, a small grin on her face. "You brought dessert?" she asked coyly.

"I promised you dessert, and I always keep my promises when it comes to you, Gill," he whispered as he gazed into her eyes. He bent down and placed a gentle kiss to her lips before pulling back. "Why don't you throw some clothes on and I will fix dessert, eh love? What do ya say?" he softly asked as he smiled back at her.

"Okay." She nodded stepping back slightly and fixed the towel. "I'll be down in just a minute."

Cal nodded and placed a chaste kiss to her check. "I'll be waiting," he said giving her a gentle tap on the rear as he turned and left the room.

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