Part 8: Hope and Miracle Chapter 65, a lie to me fanfic

"They're asleep," Gillian announced, locking their bedroom door behind her as she came back in. She was already dressed for bed, in an old t-shirt and underwear only, so she slipped beneath the bed covers and put out her light, so the room was only illuminated by Cal's bedside lamp.

"Brilliant," Cal murmured as she scooted closer, pressing her thighs against his, lying within the embrace of his arms. He was on his side already waiting for her. He slid a hand beneath her shirt, up the expanse of her back and stroked along her spine making her shiver. She grinned and leaned in to kiss him, her left hand, the arm she was not lying on, gripping at his shoulder, as if she needed to ground herself. "How is your skin so soft?" Cal murmured.

"I use body wash."

"I'm gonna start usin' it too," he told her seriously and she giggled, giggled, and he groaned. "Maybe then you'll wanna touch me all the time too," Cal went on, moving his hand around her waist, over her stomach, her skin warm beneath his fingers.

"Mmmm," Gillian quivered again. "I do want to touch you all the time," she slid a hand over his nipple, her palm grazing achingly, making him growl. He leaned in to kiss her neck, nudging her shoulder out of the way with the edge of his jaw. She sighed into his kisses, turning further on to her back, pulling the weight of him against her. She could feel his hand against the elastic of her underwear and she tensed up, waiting, while desire dripped like honey through her body, from her neck to her stomach. Delicious.

Cal tucked a finger beneath the waist band but stalled. He grazed her neck with his teeth, then shifted further down to her collarbone where he had license to do damage; she could cover that up with clothing. Then he paused and another finger joined the first and they moved down further into the crease of her thigh. Oh god he was so good at the torture. Gillian put a hand into his hair to encourage but it seemed he couldn't, or wouldn't, multi-task, because he went back to kissing, his fingers still again.

Gillian scraped her fingers against the back of his head, then down over his back and shoulder, around to his stomach, stroking against his belly before heading up to his ribs. He gave a grunt against her sternum, where he had shoved her shirt up to get to skin, and broke away to look up at her, holding himself up on his left arm. His eyes were dark and Gillian realised her breathing had gotten quicker. He dropped his mouth to kiss the edge of her breast and her hips squirmed and his fingers slid closer to the throbbing within her. Success!

"Oh is that what you want?" Cal teased with a slight grin. And Gillian thought: no, what she wanted was for him to ride her hard. That was what she was in the mood for. But they'd had sex that morning all ready and Cal was not a young man anymore. So if she couldn't have that then she definitely wanted his hand or his mouth, or something, rough; she wanted release and she wanted it quickly. "Or that," Cal straightened up a little bit more to see her better. "Whateva that was that just went through your mind. Let's do that."

"Well that would mean you have to stop teasing," Gillian challenged.

Cal shifted his fingers, turning them, so the pads were pressed firmly against her and she arched her back. "Like that."

"Yes," she choked out, surprised but delighted as the release of aching spread through her. But then it ricocheted back and she wanted more. She grabbed hold of his arm to steady herself but the burn was back with a vengeance. "More," she begged.

Cal shifted slightly, so he was leaning on her leg with his hip and yep, she could feel that he really wasn't in a position to keep up with her anymore. She wondered, fleetingly, if they should talk about it, but him moving his body also moved his hand slightly and it was so distracting she promised herself to give it some thought later, when this was over.

"What else did your imagination just conjure up?" Cal breathed against her neck again, his hand annoyingly still.

"Nothing," Gillian countered. "Just the end result."

"Oh shall I just skip to that bit?"

"No!" Gillian surprised herself, feeling his wrist tensing to move his fingers.

"No?"

"Just..." God damn he was a smug bastard. "Don't tease too long ok?"

"Ok," Cal agreed softly. He pressed a gentle kiss against her jaw. "But I'm gonna watch you."

Oh that was worse! Gillian felt her body flood with more heat and desire and Cal gave a little choke of his own surprise. His fingers twitched and she knew how the desire to touch her was starting to overpower his need for teasing. "That a turn on for you now huh?"

Not that she'd minded him watching her face before, while they were both... but it was a little different when they were entangled in each other and he was with her every step of the way. But this, if he did it this way, it was definitely more one sided and she was exposed, whether she liked it or not. And maybe a part of her was turned on but there was still a little part of her that felt subconscious. She shoved it away.

"Ok," she agreed, forcing her eyes open to look up at him, pushing her hips to find that sweet friction.

"Ok," Cal echoed and he looked like he was proud and then casually, but not agonisingly slowly, he slid down her and pushed a finger in.

"What can I help you with today?" Doctor Campbell asked, turning in his chair to look at Cal, now that he'd finished quickly reacquainting himself with Cal's patient notes.

"I'm havin' trouble keepin' up with my wife in bed," Cal told him. "You know, gettin' it up again if we've already had sex recently."

Campbell flashed a surprised expression. He turned to his desk to adjust the mouse on the computer screen. "And uh, do you have trouble maintaining an erection?"

Cal figured the slight shame was out of surprise because now the doctor looked back at him, in the eye, and he seemed to have gotten a hold of himself. "Nah," Cal shook his head slightly. "When I'm up, I'm up. It's just that... My wife and I are, ratha frequent, more than once in twenty-four hours, and I just can't handle it like when I was younga."

"Any premature ejaculation or other issues in that area?"

"Well, no, not since I had my accident."

Campbell nodded. "Not before?"

"Nah," Cal shook his head. "Best as I rememba, I've not eva had an issue."

"Ok, and you're generally well?"

"Yep, no complaints. Aside from the occasional blindin' headache."

Campbell looked concerned.

"From the accident," Cal explained. "Sometimes I still have them. Neurologist says that's normal."

"Ok," Campbell nodded. "Not smoking? Drinking heavily?"

"Nah none of that."

"You have just one sexual partner?" He paused. "I have to ask."

"Just my wife," Cal assured him.

"How often are you having sex?"

'All the time.'

"Uh, I don't know, once or twice a week, on a good week. There's a lot of foolin' around." It would be more if he could actually... perform.

"As we get older our bodies slow down," Campbell started.

"Too right," Cal muttered.

Campbell seemed to hesitate. "I'm sure you know."

"I keep up," Cal agreed, meaning, he read.

"Well," Campbell turned back to his computer. "I can give you something that will enhance sexual performance." He started typing on the keyboard. "You're not on any other medications?"

"Not anymore." And Campbell should have known that, being his general practitioner and all.

"What I'm going to give you is a natural product. So you can take it with any medications. It's completely safe."

Cal raised an eyebrow, impressed. It wasn't every day he headed to his doctors to be given something and told he didn't have to stop drinking for a while or avoid dairy.

"And there should be no side effects. You don't have any food allergies?"

"No," Cal shook his head. "Not allergic to anythin'."

Campbell kept typing. A piece of paper shot out of the printer next to him but he kept typing for a second longer. Then he turned to reach for it and gave it to Cal. Cal didn't recognise the name of the product. "Take that once a day," Campbell instructed. "It should boost your natural sexual performance."

"And is there a time limit on when..?"

"No," Campbell smiled. "This isn't Viagra or any other kind of performance medication. It's a natural herbal product that will merely help you get an erection when you want one and help you maintain it. It works with the natural urges of your body. I'd say you don't have a problem being interested."

"Too interested," Cal muttered.

"Just making sure the mechanics work in your favour. There should be no lasting side effects. You can take it safely with any other medication, including over the counter pain medications."

"All right," Cal agreed, a little impressed. He was expecting Viagra, or some other penis drug. He was expecting this to be harder, excuse the pun. He should have come in sooner. Years ago. "Thanks a lot."

Cal pulled back and chuckled. "How is it you can still be so turned on?" Yesterday, the day before, the day before...

"I have no idea," Gillian murmured, her eyes on his mouth. She moved in closer again, letting her tongue slip past his teeth to kiss him deeply, warmly. "Is that not ok?"

"Oh no," Cal countered quickly. "It's very ok," he told her warmly.

Gillian gave him a kind of bashful smile and moved to kiss his neck. "Mmm," she hummed against his skin. "You used my body wash."

"Yup. Course, slightly worryin' walkin' around smellin' like vanilla and peaches all day at work," he noted conversationally. Gillian laughed a little, her breath tickling against him. Cal brought his hand up to her breast, squeezing and she froze with pleasure as he wrested control to his advantage again. He pushed her back against the bed and shifted to lean in over her, moving his hand to massage. Gillian groaned loudly, her fingers tight on his arm. Her hand slid to his waist, stroking, then around to his belly and Cal growled against her neck, which made her flinch into him again.

And then she pulled back abruptly, her eyes wide. "Seriously?" She asked him. Cal was confused for a second so she brazenly dropped a hand to his groin and stroked him delicately beneath his underwear. If he hadn't noticed it before, he definitely did now. Stirrings became more pronounced and he groaned against the delight she was easily working up.

"Oh Cal," Gillian groaned and she moved her torso closer against him, pressing her shoulders against the front of his. He could hear her panting in his ear and he suddenly remembered what the hell he was doing. He moved over her again, pushing her back, a hand on her hip, then on the mattress to hold himself up above her. He felt her leg shift beneath him and he lifted over it, so he was between her legs. Gillian gave a kind of growl, pulling him free of his underwear, then wiggling her hips to push her own down.

"Geeze," Cal muttered, excited more by the pace. Gillian pushed up with his her hips, rubbing against him and his elbows faltered so he dropped closer to her. Her hands came up and wrapped around his shoulders; her thighs shifted so they were next to his waist, wrapping her legs around his hips. She moved more, trying to find him and gave a disgruntled squeak when it wasn't working. Cal's brain reengaged and he shifted the angle of his hips back, finding her easily, his toes pushing against the mattress for purchase.

Gillian groaned at the ceiling and Cal felt a stab of panic at how quickly this was moving. "Are you sure you're?" He stared to ask breathlessly.

"Yes," Gillian ground out, pushing down on her hips. "Go," she whispered.

So Cal did and she cried out and honestly he was kind of beyond the point of reason right now. He rode her hard and it was over pretty quickly but it was hot and exciting. He rubbed her to make sure she orgasmed before he did and then let loose and he was half thinking, with all the noise, that they might wake Owen, who would wake Lewis, even though they were down the hall.

"Oh god!" Gillian cried to the ceiling and Cal was half inclined to clamp a hand over her mouth. He kissed her again and she muttered something else in her throat. Cal soothed her tongue with his, his thank you and moved away to let her catch her breath again. A quickie. In bed. Now that was interesting. For them. Bed was usually prolonged fooling and rolling around and love making. Quickies were for bathroom stalls and desks and the wall... although that'd probably break Cal's back at his point.

"That is what I was thinking about last night," Gillian murmured.

Cal laughed.

Gillian sat up to look at him, her hair sexy messy. "What... got into you?"

"Me?" Cal feigned shock. "You..." he started to accuse.

Gillian smoothed a hand over his chest, leaning against him. "No. We... you're not usually... good for a few days."

"I took somethin'."

"What?" Gillian showed mild surprise, and then concern.

"It's all natural," Cal quickly explained. "I went to see my doc."

"For Viagra?"

"No, not Viagra," Cal countered. "Some herbal thing. It works though. I only took one this mornin'."

Gillian gave a bashful smile and Cal grinned broadly. "You didn't have to... you felt you had to?"

"No," he stroked the hair back from her face gently. "While I love that we hand around all night, I'd also like to be about to shag you stupid when I want to."

Gillian laughed softly again, her eyes shining with amusement. She leaned down to press a kiss against his sternum. "I like that too."