Gillian finally pushed away from her husband and he gave her those crystal blue puppy dog eyes that made her stomach quiver all over again. "Stop," she murmured, fending off a lurking hand beneath the covers.

"Stay," Cal countered softly.

"I need the bathroom," she whined.

Cal gave a sigh and flopped back against his pillow and Gillian escaped out of the other side of the bed. She walked naked around the room to the bathroom, stepping over the yellow hard hat on the carpet, where it had obviously fallen from Cal's head the night before. He watched her blatantly, so she could feel the heat of his eyes on her bare skin. It almost half changed her mind. She closed the door and even though she couldn't see him anymore she could still think about him thinking about her, and last night, and that was so not going to serve her well when she was trying to use the toilet.

Gillian was washing her hands when the bathroom door pushed open and she was confronted with a sheepish Cal. "Need the loo too," he told her. While he lifted the lid Gillian leaned in to turn on the shower, seeing as they were both up... She waited, to give him a little privacy, with her hand under the water, until it started to run warm. And when it was she hopped in. It wasn't like she had anything on to actually take off. A few moments later and Cal was there, leaning in to wash his hands under her water. She protested so he bullied his way in completely, even though he had underwear on.

Gillian wrapped her arms around his neck, hanging on, pressing herself against his chest. He gave her a pleased smile, his hands coming to her waist. Gillian ducked her head under the water to kiss his neck. She shifted to his ear. "Thank you for last night," she murmured.

"You're welcome," Cal responded.

Gillian pressed against the roughness of his cheek, then his lips. "I really enjoyed it," she told him sincerely.

Cal's smile became a slight chuckle. "Was totally worth it for so little effort."

"Hmm," Gillian gave a slight eye roll. She gave him another quick kiss, made a point of observing him in his underwear, then turned her back to wash. The hot water stung against certain points of her body and she figured Cal had either bit her, or scratched, or something along those lines. It wouldn't be the first time. She had certainly had her fair share of carpet burns and bite marks and scratches and bruises. So had Cal. They didn't even hurt that bad this time.

Gillian stepped out and left Cal the water. She reached for a towel, did a quick dry off, before wrapping the towel around her body and stepping up to the mirror. She had no idea what time it was and her children, had blessedly, left them to sleep in. Or maybe their parents were up early. Cal had most thoroughly put her into a relaxed state last night so Gillian had had an amazing sleep, and now she felt energised; she wouldn't even mind if she was up early today.

The first thing Gillian did after the shower was tone. She reached for the spray bottle off the vanity and spritzed it over her face, closing her eyes against the cool wetness. When she opened her eyes again, to re-cap the bottle, she caught sight of her neck. The water stopped and the shower door banged open. Gillian put the bottle down and leaned in closer to the mirror. There was a red welt on her neck, a strawberry field the size of a small apple, just around from her ear. "Oh shit," said Cal from behind her. Gillian turned on him. He was wrapping a towel around his waist and water ran in droplets down his body, over the muscles and tatoos. "That was an accident," Cal went on. Gillian pointed a finger in accusation. Cal stepped towards her quickly. "It was an accident. I'm sorry. I got carried away last night."

"You," Gillian started, narrowing her eyes. How was she going to cover that up? Wear a massive, obvious scarf?

"It's Sunday, it'll go down."

"You're," Gillian tried again but she found she couldn't be mad at him. Lucky for him his expression was sincere. And last night had been incredible. Actually he looked a little concerned. And yeah it would go down before Monday but she was still going to have to do some sort of make-up job or...

"Uh Mum?"

The voice made them both turn, Gillian raising a hand to her towel to make sure it was still in place. And closed. Lewis was in the bathroom doorway, a hand against the barrier to push it open a little more, checking to see what was going on inside before coming in. "Owen's asleep in the hall."

"What?" Gillian asked confused.

"Yeah he's out there asleep," Lewis repeated, resting his head against his hand. Cal headed towards him, ruffling his hair as he went by to see. Lewis followed him and Gillian tagged on the end. When she reached the open bedroom door she stopped, crowding around her husband and son. Yep. Owen was really there, asleep on the carpet, in his pyjamas, curled up in a ball, right in front of the doorway, his head against the frame.

"Did you hear him leave your room?" Cal asked in a low murmur, signing every word for Lewis.

Lewis nodded. "He said he could hear noises and went to see what you were doing."

Gillian felt heat flood her face. So he had heard them. And he had... knocked? She didn't remember hearing him knock.

"And did he come back to bed?" Cal asked, dripping on the carpet.

Lewis gave a shrug. "I went to sleep."

So the poor kid must have been out there all night. "Cal," Gillian murmured.

"Should I wake him up?" Cal gave her a slight wince.

"Put him in our bed," Gillian told him.

"Hang on," Cal turned towards her and got closer.

"What?" She stepped aside to let get by.

"I'm gonna get dressed first. Before I lose my towel and end up... exposin' myself."