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If they were they would have been renewed for a 4th season. FUCK FOX!

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I'm not sure if this will be the last chapter or not.. there may be another to wrap things up .. I'm just a little stuck at the moment and not sure how to continue.
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9. Dessert

Gillian shivered in anticipation as the robe fell from her body, trembling slightly as she watched Cal's eyes travel appreciatively over her naked breasts. She blushed under his intense gaze as she saw his eyes lower to her hips, an obvious smirk tugging at his lips. Gillian could feel the syrup migrate further south as it slowly burning a trail over her ivory skin.

Cal dipped his head to her chest, licking up the sauce as he slid further down her body. He washed her belly clean before moving lower stopping at the thin piece of lace. Looping his fingers through the elastic of her panties, he slowly pulled them over her supple thighs, grazing his fingers purposefully over her flawless skin as he went. He moved down her tightly formed calves, and removed them with an expert flick of his wrist. Cal felt a small shudder reverberate through her body as he placed feather light kisses back up her leg. He stopped looking up at her from his position between her thighs to see she had closed her eyes. Her lips parted slightly. He watched her chest rise and fall rapidly as his gaze lingered on her perfectly formed breasts. Taking a moment to absorb the gorgeous woman in front of him, he wondered what on earth he had done to deserve her.

Gillian's eyes fluttered open and she caught Cal staring at her; a dopy look plastered across his features.

"Cal, are you ok?" she asked concerned, her brows pulling together slightly.

"Course," he said licking his lips hungrily. "Never been better, darling," he replied before dipping his head between her legs; running his tongue along her burning core. Cal felt the lean muscles of her thighs tense around his head as her hips bucked from the table. His strong hands gripped her, holding her firmly in place. His mouth found the small bundle of nerves and he sucked gently, causing a strangled cry to escape her lips.

"Cal," she gasped, her eyes flying open. She found him watching her and could tell he had a pleased smirk on his face, even though she was unable to see his mouth.

"Yes ,darling," he asked as he stopped his assault on her. He kissed his way up her body and placed a quick kiss to each breast, letting his tongue flick across her taunt nipples. He heard a soft moan, followed by a small sigh of disappointment, as he moved away, bringing his face to hover above hers. Her eyes were dark and her cheeks flushed. Cal gasped in surprise when he suddenly felt her small hand grip his throbbing erection through his jeans.

Gillian heard an animalistic moan pass his lips, and he buried his head into the crook of her neck. "Easy tiger," he growled, gently nibbling her neck. "There will be plenty of time for that later, darling, but first I'd like dessert." He told her before placing his lips on hers in a brief kiss.

Gillian let out a frustrated moan when he pulled away. Lifting herself on her elbows, she saw him disappear.

She watched as he retrieved the bottle of chocolate sauce that had been dropped on the floor, and the can of whipped cream from the counter, and eyed him warily as he moved back towards her, a playful look in his eye. Glancing at him, she felt slightly hesitant as he approached.

Cal saw a flash of emotion pass over her features as she dropped her gaze to the floor. "Gill, look at me, love," he whispered softly, his eyes searching out hers. "Do you trust me?"

With a slight nod of her head, she meet his eyes, and all doubt vanished as she felt her heart swell with emotion. He was unguarded, and open for her to read."Use your words, love," he encouraged gently, searching her face for answers. "I need to hear you say it, Gill." His voice thick with emotion.

Sitting up, she looked at him and smiled gently. Moving her hands to his face, she leaned down and captured his lips in a tender kiss. It wasn't filled with unbridled passion. It wasn't hot and heavy. It was slow, gentle, and sweet. It was a kiss filled with unspoken promises and love.

Gillian pulled back a little and rested her forehead against his. She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. "I trust you, Cal with my life," she said pausing a moment to bring her eyes up to meet his. "As well as my heart," she admitted truthfully, placing a chaste kiss to his lips.

Cal searched her face for any sign of hesitation that he had seen there just moments ago. What he found was more than he could have ever imagined, or hoped for. Reaching up he cupped her face in his hands and stroked her cheeks softly. His smile turned into a grin as he watched a glazed expression spread across her face, followed by a lopsided smile.

"Aye, aye, darling. I'd love to know what's going on in that naughty little mind of yours," he said moving a hand to her lips, tracing a path over them. "Because from the look on your face, I'd be more than happy to make it a reality."

"It's nothing really. I just remembered that I never got to taste the whipped cream," Gillian replied, biting her lower lips as she tried to suppress a shy smile. She let her fingers trail down his chest feeling the muscles tense under her fingertips. She stopped at the top of his pants and toyed with his belt buckle.

Cal smirked down at her, watching as she bit her lip. "Is that right, love?" he questioned, trailing his hands down her sides, causing her to shiver in response. "Well why don't we just fix that up right now?" he suggested never taking his eyes from hers. Cal watched as her tongue snaked out from between her full lips, moistening them, suddenly aware of her hands pulling at his belt. "Uhh ahh," he gently chastised stopping her hands as she managed to unclip and lower the zip of his jeans in a matter of seconds.

Gillian looked at him, a slightly confused expression on her face. "Cal, what..." but stopped suddenly when she saw him moving the can of whipped cream towards her. She raised an eyebrow questioning his intentions and observed his eyes light up mischievously. Pressing his chest against hers, he gently lowered her so that she was lying flat on the table.

Leering down at her, his eyes lingered over her naked form appreciatively. "Now darling, if you're a good girl, I might share some of this with you," he said shaking the can in front of him.

"And if I'm not?" she asked coyly, watching as the grin appeared on his lips.

He moved the can to her chest, letting it hover there for a moment before she felt the cool cream being carefully positioned atop each breast. "Oh, I'm sure you will be, darling."

Her breath caught in her throat for a moment as she felt the Cal draw a line down her belly stopping just above her pelvis. She heard him place the can down, followed by the distinct pop of another lid. It wasn't until she felt the sticky syrup drizzle down her chest did she protest. "Cal that's..." was all she managed to say before he stopped her abruptly, placing his mouth over her hardened nipple.

He allowed his tongue to lap at the sweet substances and heard Gillian let out a small yelp as he bit down gently. "What were you saying, love?" he asked cockily.

Trying to maintain control of her breathing, she closed her eyes, shaking her head slightly. "Nothing. Don't... Don't stop," she pleaded arching her back off the table, inviting him to continue. Cal took her not so subtle hint and grinned and lavished her breasts with attention, as he let his hand travel down her body. Feeling her tremble, he finally reached his intended destination and wasted no time finding the sensitive bundle of nerves nestled between her thighs. He began to work his fingers against her, and heard her moan in delight.

"Oh God," she breathed, squeezing her eyes tightly shut. Once he had removed all remnants from her chest, he moved his mouth lower tracing the line down her belly licking up the sauce and cream as he went. Feeling her breathing become shallow, he replaced the actions of his fingers with his warm mouth. He gripped Gillian's hips as she bucked off the table, holding them tightly with one hand. He continued to work his magic with his tongue while moving his free hand between her things stroking her softly. He moved his fingers against her core and gently slipped one into her waiting warmth.

Gillian's eyes snapped open in surprise pressing her hips into his face. "Fuck," she moaned breathlessly gripping the sides of the table; her knuckles turning white. Cal let out a low chuckle as he heard her curse. He had to admit there was something about hearing those words falling from the mouth of the usual prim and pristine Dr Foster that excited him even more.

She felt the familiar tightness begin to coil, low in her belly and knew she was close. "Cal? Please I need you," she said her hands blindly searching for him. She tugged lightly at his hair, trying to guide him up to her face.

"Soon, love. Soon," he gently assured her.

"No Cal, now! I need you now." Gillian groaned in frustration. Before Cal could say anything she had moved herself into a sitting position, pushing him back slightly so that he was now standing upright between her thighs. She grabbed hold of his belt loops pulling him into her roughly, while aggressively pushing his pants past his thighs. Taking his hard length in her hands, she stroked him impatiently eliciting a moan.

"Gill," he growled biting down on her collar bone, tasting the lingering sweetness there. "I always knew you weren't a good girl." He smirked, before moving to capture her lips. Snaking his tongue into her mouth, he let her taste the salty and sweet mixture from his previous adventures. One hand twined in the silky hair at the back of her head, the other held her hip possessively.

Releasing him, she moved her hands to his chest pulling back from the kiss and smiled flirtatiously. Not bothering to undo the buttons, she tore his shirt open, exposing his firm chest. She pushed the shirt off his shoulders and let her hands trail down his arms, tracing the tattooed skin of his bicep, She let her fingers ghost across the patterns on his pale skin.

"I think these are sexy." She purred. "But this one right here is my favourite." She said placing kiss to the dark inked tribal pattern that wrapped around his right bicep. "One day, you'll have to tell me what they all mean," she said, as she locked her legs around his hips pulling him closer, gasping as she felt his length brush against her centre.

"I'll show you mine if you show me yours." He smirked. "Don't think I didn't notice your little piece of art darling," he said holding her gaze, tracing his thumb over the small star on her hip. "I guess it's true what they say," he goaded.

"Oh, and what is it that they say, Cal?" Gillian asked as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She pressed her chest firmly against his as she tilted her hips, angling them in an attempt to seek the friction she so desperately craved.

Grinning, he held her hips in place effectively stilling her movements. He nestled himself at her entrance and heard her sharp intake of breath. He gently nipped at her neck, before moving his lips to her ear. "It's the quiet ones, that surprise you the most," he murmured, sliding his length into her warmth.

Gillian let out a throaty cry digging her nails into his shoulders as she clung to him. When she felt her body adjust to the welcomed intrusion, she moved her hips angling them, taking him in deeper; eliciting a guttural moan deep from within his throat.

"Mmm... You have no idea," she hummed, rotating her hips.

"Christ, Gill." He growled, digging his fingers into the soft flesh of her hip. He moved a hand up the column of her throat before cupping her cheek. Without warning, he pulled back and thrusted roughly back into her. His lips captured hers, swallowing her cries of pleasure as he repeated the action several more times. Cal halted his movements and pulled back slightly as he observed the array of emotions flittering across Gillian's face and felt his heart swell.

"Gillian, open your eyes love." He cooed, stroking her cheek softly, and watched as her eyes slowly opened. Her soulful gaze stared back at him.

"That's my girl." He smiled lovingly down at her. "Let's, take this to the bedroom. What do ya say?" he asked. Cal watched as her brows shot up in surprise, and she shook her head slightly.

"No. Bedroom later. I need you right here, right now." She breathed heavily.

"Please, Gill. I want to do this right," he whispered, as his eyes pleaded with her.

Gillian felt a warmth spread throughout her as she absorbed his words, however she had other things in mind. Reaching up, she brushed her hand across his cheek. She moved her hips and clenched tightly around him. She smirked as she saw his eyes squeeze shut as he tried to stay in control. "I want this, Cal," she repeated gently. " We have plenty of time to do it right, but right now, I need this," she spoke softly and rolled her hips again. "And I know you want it too," she said as she sucked on his pulse point.

Cal let out a long groan as he felt himself give in. "Right you are ,love. Right you are," he whispered gruffly. Withdrawing almost completely, he slammed back into her. His efforts were rewarded with a throaty cry and he continued to plunge himself into her; each time watching the waves of pleasure wash across her face. He couldn't take his eyes off her. He loved the way her lips were slightly parted, the way each thrust would produce a tiny whimper, urging him on.

Gillian felt the table shake beneath her as she lifted her hips to meet his steady rhythm. Releasing him, she leaned back griping the sides of the table to steady herself as his hands held her hips tightly. At this new angle she felt him slide in deeper and she watched as his eyes closed momentarily before locking with hers. The intensity they held scared her; she had never had anyone look at her the way Cal was right now. Not with Alec or Dave, she loved them and there was passion but this was something entirely different. She felt tears begin to well in her eyes and she closed them sharply, crying out as he hit her perfectly.

Cal watched as her eyes glazed over and heard her cry out. "Gill," he called, worriedly ceasing his movements, stilling inside her. He moved his hand to her face. "Love, I'm sorry. I must have gotten carried away," he apologized softly.

Gillian opened her eyes and a solitary tear slid down her cheek. "Don't stop, Cal. Please don't stop," she begged. Sitting up she locked her hands around his shoulder moving her hips to encourage him to continue. "You didn't hurt me, I just got a little overwhelmed." She told him truthfully. Shifting her pelvis, she moved against him letting out a soft sigh.

"We can stop Gill, if you're having second thoughts." He told her honestly, wiping away the stray tear. He didn't want to hurt her anymore more, physically or emotionally.

Shaking her head vigorously she placed her lips on his, pulling him closer, in slow sensual kiss. "No, Cal. Don't you dare stop."

Cal scanned her face, gazing deep into her eyes. "Are you sure, Gill?"

Smiling back at him though glassy eyes, she locked her ankles around his back. Tilting her hips, she pulled him in further. "I'm sure."

Cal brought his mouth down pressing it firmly to hers, slowly gliding his tongue across her lips. He felt her open to him instantly. He placed his hands around her, holding her tightly before lifting
her off the table, lowering them to the floor. He gently moved over her, kicking of the remainder of his clothing as he went. He needed to be close to her, to be able to see her, feel her. Cal moved, resting
his weight on his forearms and aligned his body with hers. Cradling him between her thighs, Gillian let out a small whimper as he entered her again. Never breaking eye contact, she slowly started to move beneath him and smiled shyly as he began to meet her thrusts, establishing a mutual rhythm.

Several minuets later, Gillian felt the familiar tightening in her belly; moaning as Cal took a nipple between his teeth, nipping at it gently. "Cal," she panted harshly, arching her back.

Releasing the dusky nub from between his teeth, he shifted his body, allowing his weight to rest on his palms, and increased his tempo. He felt her body begin to tremble beneath him as her walls pulsated) around him. "Gorgeous," he whispered and watched as the blush crept further up her chest. Moving, he hitched her legs up over his shoulders before thrusting deeply into her. He watched as her mouth fell open and her tongue slid over her lips moistening them.

"Oh god, Cal," she moaned, unable to form any words as he found that perfect spot once again. Grinning down at her, he moved faster, feeling the beginnings of his own release quickly approaching.

"Harder," she commanded, and he was more than happy to oblige as he watched the pleasure wash across her features. He brought his face down and nuzzled her neck, feeling her pulse beat under his lips and he sucked lightly. Pulling back slightly, he watched as her brow knitted together in concentration. Feeling her walls tighten around him, he knew she was close.

Gillian felt her legs being to quake; her breathing was laboured and coming out in short gasps."Cal... I... I'm..." she tried to speak.

"Come for me, darling," he encouraged as he moved a hand between them; seeking out the small bundle of nerves he knew would push her over the edge. Slipping his talented fingers between their bodies, he found his target almost immediately. Moving his fingers gently, he felt her tighten around him.

"Let go, love. I've got you," he repeated just as he had the previous night.

He gazed deeply into her eyes, and tilted his hips hitting her perfectly and with one final flick of his wrist she cried out as tumbled over the edge.

She felt him slow his movements as she lowered her legs, and wrapped them around his waist. Grabbing his rear, she encouraged him to continue on to his own release. "Don't stop," she gasped.

He sped up his movement, and felt her orgasm course through her as she withered beneath him. Her walls gripped him tightly and, propelled him to his own release.

Hearing the tiny whimpers coming from Gillian, and the way her nails dug into his soft flesh, was too much. "Gill, I'm going to..." he voiced but was cut off by her mouth on his. She locked her ankles around his waist and met his hips as their pelvises pounded together. They broke apart and Gillian could feel his body go rigid above her. She watched as he shuddered, an animalistic moan escaped his lips as he spilled inside her. Collapsing on top of her, he nuzzled her neck and savoured the feeling as they both regained control of their breathing.

After few moments their breathing returned to normal and he rolled off to the side, pulling her with him so she was lying across his chest. Looking down at her he noted the content smile on her lips.

"No regrets?" he gently enquired.

"No regrets," she confirmed placing a kiss to his chest as she felt his grip tighten around her.

He heard her giggle softly and lifted her chin in his direction. "Now what's so funny, love?" he asked. "It's not polite to laugh at someone while they bask in their post-coital haze," Cal teased.

Gillian giggled again and shook her head slightly. "No, I was just thinking about something," she said coyly.

"Care to share with the rest of the class?" he teased grinning back at her.

"I was just thinking, that I'm glad I cleaned the floor the other day," she replied with a lopsided smile.

"Really, love? That's what you were thinking about?" he asked bemused. Rolling from him, she stood up and moved to the table picking up the chocolate sauce, before moving back to him.

"Mmm Hmm," she nodded, before straddling him, an innocent look on her face.

"Well I guess you're going to have to clean it again now aren't you?" He smirked.

"I guess I will. So I guess it doesn't matter if I get it a little dirty now does it?" she teased, popping the lid off the sauce letting it hover over his chest.

"Aye, Aye, darling. I'd be more than happy to help you get it a little dirty." He winked.

"Well, that's good, because I still haven't had my dessert," she giggled letting the chocolate sauce spill onto his chest. Lowering her mouth, she traced her tongue over his skin lapping at the sauce.

Taking her face gently between his hands, he seized her lips in a chaste kiss before grinning at her.

"You, my darling, are definitely not a good girl."

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