Author's Note: Hey guys, I'm really sorry this took so long. I was on vacation in Florida and-

Cal: Basically what she's saying is she was being a lazy arse, but is now a lazy arse with a TAN.

Me: You know Cal, I don't think Gillian would approve of this hostile behavior.

Cal: I'm not being hostile, I'm just stating the truth!

Me: It's the same thing!!

Cal: Hey, don't start yelling at me. It's not my fault you're lazy!

Me: That's it. No sex for you!

Cal: Wait, WHAT?! You can't do this to me! And poor Gillian, do you want to make her suffer too??

Me: Do you want to have sex with Gillian??

Cal: No, I want to tell the viewers that you don't own me or any characters of this show and that they should review so I can get laid and people will be happy!

Me: ... I'll take that as a yes. Alright then guys, you heard Cal! (And I truly am sorry for the delay).

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"I really am sorry Cal." Gillian was now pretty sober.

"Hey, it's ok love, ok?" he said smiling. This made her feel better and she returned the smile. He then turned around to reach something in his drawer. Gillian looked at him questioningly as he looked for something. She saw his head raise and noticed what he was holding.

"Here, you can wear this for tonight if you want. I'm sorry I don't have any nightgowns" he said smirking as he handed her over a large white t-shirt and baggy black cotton pijama pants. She took these and smiled.

"Really?! You look like the nightgown type." she feigned shock and smirked back at him as she walked over to his bathroom to change.

"Liar!" he called after her as she smiled and closed the bathroom door. She took off her shoes followed by her v-neck black shirt, the skinny black belt around her waist and her red skirt that reached down just above her knees. Luckily, she had already taken a shower earlier in the day when she had gone to the hotel room for about two hours, so she didn't have to worry about that. She then put on the shirt and pants that Cal had given her, noticing how they smelled like him, and she couldn't help the smile that appeared on her face. She took off her earrings and placed them in a corner of the sink counter. It felt relaxing to be free of the worries of day. Taking off her stilettos was relaxing enough as it was, but to just be free of make up and tidy hair and clothes was a great lift off of her shoulders. Not that she didn't look good at night, just that she didn't have to worry about it; well, usually. Cal had seen her off much worse, so it's not like she had to check twice in the mirror and see if she looked presentable. Right? She opened the door slightly popped her head out of the door.

"Hey Cal?"

"Yeah?" he asked as he turned around, smiling as he saw only her head sticking out of the door.

"Do you have an extra toothbrush I could use?" she asked, slightly embarrassed.

"Second cabinet on the left. I have like ten." He smiled.

"Thanks." she grinned as she popped her head back in and closed the door once more. She opened the drawer and grinned when she saw multiple toothbrushes in individual packs. She picked the purple colored toothbrush, opened the pack and disposed of it as she put toothpaste on the brush and started her minty mission of teeth-brushing.

Cal had put on his pijamas while Gillian was changing in the bathroom. He undid the bed covers and took the big pillow to put on 'his side' of the bed, being the left. Two minutes later, Gillian walked out of the bathroom wearing the pj's he gave her.

'Holy crap, she looks pretty damn hot like this.' thought Cal as he watched her walk over to her side of the bed. He continued staring at her and Gillian stopped before getting on the bed.

"What is it? Do I have something on my face?" she asked him, bemused. Cal snapped out of his thoughts.

"No, no. It's just... I was just thinking about something." he said, trying to keep his emotions under control. Gillian smiled and scooted onto the bed under the covers. She turned towards Cal.

"Hey Cal?"

"Hm?" he turned on his side to face her as well.

"Thank you." Cal smiled.

"You're welcome, luv." He stared at her lovely face for a few more seconds before turning once more, this time towards the light switch.

"Night Cal." she said turning her back on him.

"Night luv." he said, as he drifted off into a distant sleep.

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There are a few things Cal Lightman noticed as he awoke. Things such as the soft sunlight coming in from his window hitting his face, the softness of the sheets and pillows around him, and a sweet scent that was familiar to him, but on a smaller, more distant, level. As the seconds passed, his senses would become a little more aware of his surroundings. They would also become aware of a source of warmth hitting his chest, through his t-shirt, and small silken pillow-like forms on his chest and surrounding his waist. Two more seconds pass; realization hits Cal Lightman. This is now heavenly-like pillow. A more accurate term would be a heavenly like angel, cuddled up against his chest, who goes by the name of none other than Gillian Foster. Gillian. Wait, how had she gotten there? How had his hands enveloped her small frame? He slowly opened his eyes, using a new sense to evaluate his surroundings. Questions get answered and inferences are proven. As his daughter would say, he was definitely and totally cuddling up with Gillian.

"Mmmm." he heard coming from the person he was holding against him. He could feel the vibrations of the sound on his chest. The person wriggled and that's when he realized that said person's leg had been between his legs. He wasn't usually the cuddling type, but he could admit to himself, while no one else was conscious, that he didn't mind said cuddling. He shifted a bit in order to see Gillian's sleeping face.

'Beautiful.' he thought, a soft smile on his face. Suddenly, the sleeping beauty made another shift in position, causing the leg that had been in between his to graze against certain parts he was sure had made his pupils dilate more than a politician wondering in a strip club. The movement caused a soft, inevitable moan to escape his lips and he knew he had to get out of bed before any other hormonal induced emotions flowed through him. He carefully got out of bed, making sure not to wake up Gillian, and made his way downstairs to the kitchen. Cal took out the pancake batter and got cooking, knowing his pancake-addicted daughter would love it and hoping Gillian would too. Then again, who doesn't like pancakes? Well, except for that weird kid down the street, but the point remains. As he cooked, he tried to remember the fuzzier details of the night before, but nothing came up. He knew he had told Gillian something that he'd never tell under regular circumstances, he just didn't know what. He finally finished the pancakes and put them on three dishes he put on the table. Before he could even go up the stairs he saw as his daughter practically zoomed down the stairs in joy.

"Pancakes!!! Thanks dad!" she said as she gave him a quick peck on the cheek and ran towards the table. Cal smiled and looked up the stairs, this time finding Gillian smiling down at him. She walked down to face him and smiled.

"I love pancakes." she said as she gave him a genuine smile and started walking towards Emily and the table.

'I knew you would.' Cal said to himself as he walked towards the table to sit with them.

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I hope you guys liked it, even though it was short. Hopefully I'll have a great idea soon. Please review :)