Gillian heard her phone chime and the darker buzz of the vibration that said she had a text message. But she didn't reach for the device immediately, not while she was driving. She did risk a quick glance to the passenger seat and could see that it was from Cal, before the screen went dark again. And it set her stomach on a nervous edge. She thought about pulling over so she could read what the message said; she was tempted. But she didn't. She waited until she got home. She pulled into her driveway and set the handbrake, then reached for her phone in the top of her handbag on the passenger seat of her car, her seat belt tightening against the change in angle of her body. When she straightened up again she opened the message with one hand and turned the engine off with the other.

RIGHT BEHIND U

Gillian turned her head slightly as headlights lit her up from behind. They cut out and Gillian put her phone back in her bag, disengaged the keys and her seatbelt and stepped out of her car. An echoing slam came from behind her and she looked over to double check; yes it was Cal. And he was wearing his long dark coat that for some reason made her stomach quiver again. Some reason? Nope she knew the reason. It made him look sexy. And it had been a very long day. Sometimes this sneaking around and not telling anyone was torturous. She was too paranoid to even look at him too long in case... How could he stand it? She wanted him.

Gillian went to her front door and started to unlock it and felt the presence of Cal step up silently behind her, a little too close for innocence. Although, who was she kidding? Her neighbours had probably long figured out she was seeing someone. When the locked turned Gillian removed her keys and reached for the handle. And so did Cal. His hand was freezing cold and she flinched away from his grip, dropping her hand back to her side. He leaned against her as he turned the handle and his body was warm. He pressed a kiss against the side of her neck and her knees just about gave out with wanting him. She just wanted him. She missed him. It was ridiculous but even after every night together for weeks now, she still wanted him just as much as when they started.

With the door open, Gillian forced herself to move forward. She stepped inside and reached for the light, giving Cal enough space to come in behind her. She slung her bag to the floor as the door clicked shut and turned towards him as he turned towards her and then his mouth was on hers and she felt weak again. He pushed her gently into the wall, his hands on her hips, his lips moving to her neck. Gillian gave a contented sigh and felt the swirls of turmoil still. "I wasn't sure you'd come," she murmured as he found a soft point under her ear that made her shiver.

"Cos I disagreed with you ova the Fillion case?"

"Yes," Gillian whispered, the scratch of his beard also incredibly dangerous. He pressed in closer against her, so she could feel his thighs against hers and his hands, smoothing around her waist.

"I'd be damnin' both of us to a life of celibacy if I stayed mad at you every time we disagreed at work," Cal noted and then he suddenly pulled his head back and Gillian opened her eyes to see what was wrong. She didn't realise they were even closed. The look on his face was surprise. Probably at the assumption he had just made.

"Probably," Gillian mused, her way of saying she agreed. It might have been a slip of the tongue, but she certainly did not envision herself with anyone else after him. There was no alternative now. She was pretty much committed to making it work with him, or not at all. And he was thinking the same thing? That was nice. She smiled and Cal gave a slight grin before kissing her again. She felt his hands moving and brought her own up to smooth against his neck, through the short hair just a little further up. She was getting to know him so well, every inch of him.

And then icy coldness against the soft skin of her stomach. She flinched hard, pushing against him, not moving him an inch. "Ow god no. Stop it!" She complained trying to shift her body away from his hand but she was already flat against the wall. "Cal," she whined, convulsing, trying to move him away. He was steadfast though and so was his damn icy cold hand. Did he just chuckle? Gillian's eyes came open again and yes, there was a slight grin there before he attempted to kiss her neck. Her hand pushed against his head and he did move away but his hand didn't, no matter how she tried to escape him. And then it didn't seem so bad and she relaxed.

Too soon. He flattened his palm against the curve of her waist and the sharp shock of the coldness startled her again. "Cold!" She complained. "What's wrong with you?"

Cal gave that annoying little laugh again. "Warm me up."

"No," Gillian tried to shove him again.

"You'll get used to it," Cal told her softly and ugh she would drop kick him if she could even get enough leverage right now. But he was irritatingly right, after just a few seconds his hand didn't feel so traumatic and she relaxed once more. It was probably stupid, to relax, to trust him...

"Happy now?" Gillian huffed.

"Incredibly," Cal murmured, kissing her again. And he had a way, such a way, that made her forget to even breathe, so she didn't register his hands moving again. She didn't really comprehend that they were still standing by her front door and that moments ago she had been thinking about how she was hungry and that it had been a long day. What she was thinking about right now was him. Always him...

Gillian felt a tug on her shirt and Cal pulled away suddenly. When Gillian opened her eyes he was giving her another surprised expression and she wondered what the problem was this time. He looked down and she did too. Her black shirt was open, revealing a black bra. She liked black and so did Cal; it made her feel sexy. So what was the big deal?

"Snaps," Cal noted.

Oh that.

Gillian gave him a smirk. "You seemed to have an issue with buttons."

Cal broke into a grin and chuckled. He leaned in to kiss her again. "You're terrible."

Gillian tugged the hair at the back of his head, bringing his face back so she could talk to him. "Bedroom."