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Gillian was warm and comfortable.

And slightly aroused.

She was pressed back against a hot hard body, one arm was up around her shoulders, its hand cupping her right breast while the other arm was over her hip, its hand flat against her belly, fingers dipped under the waist band of her pants and panties. She could feel the hard body's erection nestled between her butt cheeks.

Her brain struggled for a moment to understand why she was feeling these things, knowing she was single. She opened her eyes and saw the unfamiliar wall of the B&B then her memory of the night before came flooding back.

She stiffened.

She needed to get out of his grasp before he woke up. But when she started to move he tightened his hold and the hand on her stomach's fingers began to slide farther down. She quivered, her body anticipating what was going to happen. She also moaned.

And arched her back slightly. Cal groaned in response to her bottom rubbing his arousal. The animalistic sound that came from his throat cleared her head enough that she froze and prayed he was still sleeping.

Gillian grabbing his hands, stilling them so he couldn't distract her and make the situation any more awkward than it already was.

"Cal?" she said then bit her lip. Her voice was breathy and low. If he was awake he wouldn't need to see her dilated pupils, or hardened nipples to know she was turned on, he would be able to hear it. She willed her body to stop reacting to his warm rough hands, or the way he was grinding against her. "Cal Lightman." She tried again and this time she sounded surer, more in command of herself.

He murmured and buried his face in the hair at the base of her neck. Of course he was no way of knowing that was one of those spots on her body that seemed to be directly connected to her core. His lips kissed it, his nose rubbed it and she almost let his hands go as she purred his name involuntarily.

"Cal…"

It had been too long. Sure, she dated. But that was it. She hadn't been ready to make that next step yet. She hadn't wanted to get divorced at first so, while it was stupid to think so, planning on having sex with someone else had still felt like she was going to be cheating. She was a stickler for monogamy. And it was a hard habit to break.

She seriously felt like breaking the habit now.

But Cal stopped. He stopped moving completely. It even felt like he had stopped breathing.

"Well…" his breath heated the back of her neck and sent an involuntary shiver down her spine. "This is a pleasant way of waking."

His teasing tone steeled her resolve and she hoped she would sound irritated instead of as turned on as she was.

"Will you let me go now, then?" she thought she was successful but when she rolled out of his arms and turned to glare at him he was laughing silently. She smiled despite of herself and hit him in the face with her pillow. "I don't know why you think this is so funny. I wasn't the one molesting their work partner."

"Naw, just should have seen this coming." He said from under the pillow. Her heart skipped beat but then she realised he was referring to the fact that they were sort of used to sleeping next to someone and so it was only natural they would wake up pressed together.

"Fine but if when we get back Loker makes one insinuating comment I will sue you for sexual harassment." She knew he would see through her threat. She wasn't really serious anyway. It would be terribly embarrassing though, if Loker started making jokes about them. He would to. Like she, Cal and Torres kept making 'Hot for Teacher' jokes… If he found out.

She climbed out of the bed to get as much distance as she could between her and Cal. The air was cold after being under the blankets and against Cal and his hands… She crossed her arms over her chest hiding the evidence of her chill and semi arousal.

"Get up. We have to get to the hotel before 8." She looked at him expectantly as he lifted the pillow from his face. He gave her an uneasy expression.

"Care to turn around? It may have been pressed against you before however…"

If she had been embarrassed before it was nothing to what she was suddenly feeling now. Her face burned. She spun around giving him the privacy he'd asked for. She hadn't thought about it before. It was a natural human male response, it was involuntary first thing in the morning but there had been stimulation. She licked her lip, thinking about that stimulation.

She kept her back to him until she heard the bathroom door close. She let out the breath she hadn't been aware she was holding. She also tried not to think about what he might be doing behind that door. Instead she busied herself with what she was going to be wearing to the seminar.

She decided on her white blouse and long black pencil skirt with the slit up the side. It was one of her favourite outfits. It was all business with a touch of flirtiness. Besides she knew Cal had only brought her along because she was the eye candy to keep the male attendants attention. She was also a tool, explaining how you could get two different results from a polygraph with two different interviewees. Cal could have brought Torres just as easily.

But he hadn't brought Torres.

She double checked to make sure she had everything she needed before going into bathroom once Cal had come out. There was no way she was going to ask Cal to hand her a pair of panties if she forgot them. Though on a side note she wondered how he would react to that. Or how he would react to the knowledge she wasn't wearing anything under her skirt.

Cal came back in the room. She was very tempted to check him out but didn't. God, she thought, get a hold of yourself. She needed to stop trying to make something out of nothing, they were good friends. It was just the situation, the close quarters. She read too many romance novels…

"I'll be ready in fifteen minutes. So be dressed when I get out of the bathroom." She said and didn't wait for a reply.

When she was finished she called out to make sure he was decent but there was no answer. She opened the door slowly just in case then stepped out to an empty room. Figuring he went down stairs to get some coffee before they left she grabbed her coat and went to find him.

Paul was coming up the stairs as she was going down. He stopped on the stair just below hers with less than a foot between them.

"Good morning. Did you sleep well?" He greeted warmly. His voice was low. She wasn't sure but it seemed like he was flirting with her. She caught herself tucking her hair behind her ear and smiling back. Once she realised what she was doing she let her hand drop to her side and tried to pretend she hadn't just been flirting back.

It must have been the unrelieved sexual tension. Paul was too young. There may have only been eleven or so years between them, he was too young for her liking.

"Oi, Foster!" Cal was standing at the bottom of the stairs looking up at them. He had a mild look of amusement on his face which meant he had watched the whole encounter. She mentally cursed herself for giving Cal more fuel to tease her with. "Looks like you got dressed up for nothing." He continued.

Gillian shook her head,

"Why, what are you talking about?"

"We're snowed in, Luv."

To Be Continued…