Cal watched his wife through the window of her car, across the forecourt and the store's window. She flicked her fingers through the end of her hair, tilted her head a little to the side and Cal bet she was grinning right now, though he couldn't see her face. She was flirting. He could see that even this far away. With some guy behind the cash register while she paid for the gas. Cal squinted to see better and wished for his glasses; he was still not of the habit of carrying them around with him for opportune moments; he still usually just wore them when he was at work so he could see faces better. Cal might be able to recognise Gillian a mile off but the guy behind the counter, well, he couldn't even be sure it was a guy to be honest. Young or old? Hot or not?

Cal shifted in his seat, grumbling his displeasure to himself a little. He watched Gillian turn, tucking her wallet back into the purse slung over her shoulder as she headed outside again. One-year-old Lewis was asleep in the back of the vehicle in his car seat, blonde curls glowing in the sun, head turned to one side, cheeks red from teething and the front of his shirt damp with drool. He didn't stir as his mother let her door click closed again. She nudged Cal's leg so she could put her purse on the floor in front of his seat. He didn't resist her moving his limb but he didn't help by doing it himself.

Gillian looked up at him surprised and he stared. "What?" She asked innocently. Cal watched her a moment longer, his eyelids drooping low, unimpressed. "What?" She asked again with a slightly nervous laugh. She sat back in her chair, keys in her hand, eyes on him, waiting for him to explain himself.

"You have fun?" Cal asked lightly.

"Fun?" Gillian gave him a slight frown. She leaned forward and put the right key in the ignition, turning the engine over and then reaching back for her seatbelt.

"In there," Cal jerked his chin.

Gillian put the vehicle in gear, checked her mirrors and then pulled away from the pump. "Fun?" She repeated softly. "Oh," she suddenly sounded like the penny had dropped. And that she was a little embarrassed. "You?"

"I've got eyes," Cal confirmed. "Funnily enough."

She glanced over as she stopped at the curb to check traffic before pulling out on to the road. "That was nothing."

"Didn't look like nothin' to me."

Gillian gave a slight smile. "Mild flirting, if that."

"I'm offended you felt it all right for even mild flirtin'."

"You can't tell me you don't flirt."

"I don't!" Cal feigned shock.

"Please," Gillian just about groaned. "The woman at the market?" So she had seen. She hadn't said a word about it at the time. Cal looked out his window to hide the little smile from his wife. Not that this was particularly funny. Not that he was particularly bothered. A little mild flirting. A little mild jealousy. Actually, that helped keep things a little more... lively... in their marriage. Even if they weren't at a point where their marriage needed a 'spice' injection.

'Maybe that was the point,' Cal mused to himself. Their marriage didn't seem to have lulled and maybe that was because they were doing all the right things before it did; before they got a death sentence.

Also, the woman in the market had started flirting with him and Lewis sitting in the front of the trolley while Cal waited for Gillian to duck back to the previous aisle because she forgot something. The woman at the market had spent more time flirting with Lewis, if everyone was to be honest and with Cal only by proxy. And she had high-tailed it as soon as Gillian had shown up again. So really, it was not Cal's doing, nor had he flirted back in particularly encouraging way.

A lithe hand on his thigh turned his head back towards his wife quickly. Gillian stared straight ahead at the road but Cal watched her face as he felt her fingers slip further around the curve of his muscle, higher so she was almost against his groin. He felt his heart speed up a little, felt heat prickle along his chest, felt his breath stall, his body tense, his hands grip the car door handle and the cushion he was sitting on; felt her hand stroking his leg gently through his thin work trousers.

"Were you jealous?"

Cal had to take a second to make sure his voice wasn't going to fail on him. And she wasn't even really doing anything naughty... just... wow her hand was really high. "Maybe," Cal answered nonchalantly.

Gillian pouted, eyes still on the road. "Aw. Why don't you tell me about it?"

Cal bit back a snide response about having his head shrunk and something else swollen simultaneously by an incredibly hot but very naughty doctor; their son was in the car after all. Instead, he lowered his voice to a growl, "You're my wife."

He watched as Gillian seemed to... quiver or shiver in her seat. Her hand tightened on his flesh, squeezing, making him feel jumpier. Her hand was so close!

"Tell me," she just about whispered.

Cal barely heard her over the road noise. "Mine," he growled again. The fingers tightened, she hitched her breath and when she glanced over at him, her eyes were dark.

'Oh good lord,' Cal thought. This was dangerous. Because she was driving. But also... nope, mostly because she was driving. He wanted to jump her. He was holding on to the door now to keep his self restraint.

And the reason why flirting was allowed? Because, for whatever strange reason, Cal didn't care to find out about, a little flirting, a little jealousy, was a turn on for Gillian. He could surmise quickly it was something to do with the either of them having to reassert to the other that they really were committed to each other that she liked. It didn't matter too much to him. Whomever he flirted with these days were nothing more than a vehicle for Cal to read his wife, to see how bothered she was, and whoever Gillian flirted with, which she did so very rarely, she only did so, so Cal would tell her just how much he hated it because he loved her and wanted her for himself. It worked though. Every time.

Gillian pulled into their garage, cut the engine, sat back a little and avoided his eye. She had to retract her hand from his leg to put the car in park. She sat for a second more, then pulled on the latch to pop open her door. She took her keys in hand, leaving her purse where it was and got out. Cal was quick to follow. They both closed their doors carefully, pushing them shut with a hip rather than letting them slam in to place. In his car restraint, in the back seat, Lewis slept on, red cheeked and drool sliding from between his slack, red lips. When Gillian came around the car she reached for Lewis's door and opened it and then Cal grabbed her wrist. She gave him a questioning expression and Cal shook his head in response. He tugged her towards the internal access door and she followed along silently, but questioningly.

Cal left that door open, blatantly, so she would get the point. When Lewis woke up and started calling out, they would hear him, but for now... he had other plans for them. Gillian gave a slight smile as Cal practically pushed her into the house, into the living room, into the couch. Gillian fell back over the arm of the furniture and Cal joined her, her hands gripping his shirt, tugging. Cal found her neck easily, started planting kisses. Gillian gave a sigh. "How long do you think Lewis is going to sleep for?"

"How sad that we schedule our sex life around our son."

"Par for the course isn't it?"

"Hm," Cal neither agreed nor disagreed. He went back to kissing her neck. Her arms shifted up so she could embrace his shoulders. Cal's hands were occupied in holding his weight from crushing her. Gillian shifted a leg so his thigh was between both of hers; they were still hanging over the end of the couch and Cal felt her swing them, knocking her heels back against the arm in a carefree rhythm.

Gillian gave a little hum and turned her head, dislodging Cal from his work. She pressed her lips against his temple, shifting her arms to grip the sides of his face with her hands, moving him so she could find his mouth, clearly over being a passive participant. Cal danced his tongue against her lips and when she parted them to let him in he withdrew. She closed her mouth again, and again he teased but wouldn't comply with her silent request. She gave a kind of huff and he laughed a little and she shifted a hand rapidly to pinch his ear lobe between fore finger and thumb.

"Ow," Cal complained pulling his head away.

Gillian gave him a slight triumphant smile. She smoothed the shell of his ear, caressed the hair at the back of his neck. "He meant nothing to me."

"Oh yeah?" Cal feigned interest. "He start it?"

Gillian nodded innocently.

"He not notice your ring then?"

Gillian shook her head against the cushion.

"Typical men," Cal muttered, rolling his eyes good naturedly. Gillian took a deep breath, almost a sigh. "Maybe next time I'll have to come in and supavise."

"Yes, that's exactly what I need, a strong burly man to fend off all the fiends."

Cal chuckled. "Or I could just rip your clothes off and have my wicked way with you right there in the store. Then he'd get the point."

Gillian giggled at the ridiculousness. "Right there on the counter in front of him. Then he'd definitely get the point."

"Oooofff," Cal groaned, flinching into her hard. Her eyes widened slightly at him. She gave him a frown of discomfort and started to shove against him. "You brought that on yourself," he informed her, pushing against the couch to move out of her way, thinking she was going to sit up and play time was over.

"No," she corrected. "Not comfortable."

Cal shifted his legs down so he was kneeling on the cushion while Gillian scooted backwards, so her head was at the other end of the couch now and she was lying full length along the cushions. She lifted her knees, so her legs made A-frames and Cal took that as an invitation for him to press in against her, so they were hip to hip. Gillian wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him gently by the neck so she could kiss him again. Soft, warm, exploring kisses. Her fingers combed through the hair at the back of his skull, soothing and caressing.

A hard vibration shot through Cal's groin making him pull back in surprise. But Gillian looked up at him just as startled, her chest rising and falling rapidly. It took him a second to realise what was happening and he clicked just as Gillian said, "Oh it's ringing."

His phone. In his pocket. He shifted to answer it, finding himself excited by the buzz of the device. The way Gillian gripped his arm, she was clearly thrilled as well. 'That could be so much fun,' Cal thought to himself, looking back at his wife as her breathing rate continued on its rapid run. Even with him pulling away from her.

Cal withdrew his phone and flipped it in his right hand to be able to press the 'answer' button, while his left continued to hold him up. "Yeah?" He finally responded. He listened for a moment. "Of course you're disturbin' me. It's the bloody weekend!"