Gillian woke Cal gently with a hand on his shoulder.

"Which one?" Cal asked in a groaned mutter. He was facing away from her in bed and she had cuddled up behind him for some warmth. This morning it was chilly and Cal was always warm. But after she had repositioned behind him, she then stayed awake. For whatever reason. Maybe she thought it was time to wake up, or maybe she was aware that she was in a different place and so her brain was on alert for all the different sounds, the different feelings. She could tell it was getting lighter, even with her eyes closed, but she listened for birds and couldn't hear any and it suddenly occurred to her that the sun wasn't even up yet. Which meant it was really early. Out of habit, she rolled to check the time but of course, they hadn't unpacked hardly anything yesterday, just the essentials of the bathroom and kitchen and clothes. Today was Sunday and they'd spend all of the day putting the house in order. Gillian felt a thrill of excitement. She and Cal had bought a house together and had just moved in. This was the first morning waking up in their new place. She was obviously excited about it and she had an idea, so she turned back to her boyfriend to wake him. Boyfriend? Hm, no. Not boyfriend. Partner. Yes.

"Wake up," Gillian whispered.

"What?"

"Get up," Gillian instructed next.

"What for?" Cal turned slightly into her. When he made contact he rolled over completely enveloping her in his arms, crushing her under his body weight. Gillian thought about staying just like that, the pressure of him deeply comforting all over her, making her feel giddy with the feel of his body and safeness. Delightful, as Cal would say.

"Come outside," Gillian murmured. She managed a hand between them and pushed firmly against his shoulder, trying to get him to back off again. Mmmm and he was nice and warm too. Oh man, it was so tempting to just stay put.

"Outside?" Cal asked blearily.

Gillian opened her eyes and found their bedroom tinged with grey light through the curtains. Large furniture was in place but there were still boxes stacked all over the show. Gillian pushed harder and Cal shifted away a little, moving down to rest his head against her chest, at the top of her breast. He nuzzled his nose into her for a few seconds before settling heavily. Seriously, he was like a big teddy bear sometimes. When no one was looking.

"Cal," Gillian tried again. He gave her an 'mmm?' "Get up."

"What are we gettin' up for? Sunday. Sleep."

"I want to watch the sun come up."

Cal shifted right back and squinted at her like she had just said something incredibly shocking. He blinked rapidly as he stared. "You're insane."

"It's beautiful."

"I'll take your word for it."

"Come with me," Gillian requested when he moved over to his side of the bed and flopped down into his pillow so his face was buried. The hair at the back of his head was sticking up in two different angles and Gillian wondered how it had managed that. She combed her fingers through her own hair and picked the sleep from her eyes while she nudged him and prodded, trying to get him to move or even just respond.

"Go away," Cal grouched, his voice muffled.

Gillian got out of bed, the cool air of the bedroom making her skin goose flesh immediately. She went to her dresser and grabbed socks. Then hunted around a bit more for a sweatshirt. She found one of Cal's and slipped it on. She went out into the hallway and found the boxes marked 'linen' and tried to remember which one looked like the one she had packed the extra blankets into a week ago. She had to open three before she found them. She grabbed two and headed back to the bedroom. Cal was sitting up, looking confused and when she came into the room again he started talking immediately; he had been waiting for her to come back. "You're serious?"

"Yes."

"Bloody hell," he complained. He threw back the bed covers and grumbled something Gillian didn't catch. She dumped the blankets on top of a box and went to get him socks. She tossed them to him as he sat on the edge of the bed. They hit the side of his head and bounced off. He didn't even complain, just found them on the mattress and put them on his feet. In the meantime, Gillian found another of his jerseys from the box of his clothes and approached to give it to him, bunching up the material to put it over his head. Cal threaded his arms through. "This betta be one freakin' orgasmic sunrise."

Gillian pressed a kiss against his forehead, loving that he was coming with her even though he clearly didn't want to. She had a fleeting thought about limits of what he would and wouldn't do for her but focussed instead on making sure they got outside in time to see the sun coming up. She might actually get pissed off if they went through all of this and got out there only to find it was already up. She would rather stay in bed. When Cal was finished with his arms she took his head. "Come on," she coaxed. "I'll make sure there's an orgasm one way or the other this morning."

"Dirty," Cal noted and stood when she pulled on his arm. He shuffled along behind her, knocking into a box and cursing softly as she lead him to the door.

"Uh huh," Gillian agreed, grabbing the blankets as she went by. As they crept through the silent house the song of birds began. Which meant the sun was just about there. Gillian increased the pace a little and Cal gave another low grumble. They headed across the kitchen to the deck doors and Gillian gave Cal the blankets so she could reach up and undo the latch. A blast of late autumn air struck her body as she pushed the doors wide open. Yep she was going to need both blankets and her man-water bottle to keep her warm. When she turned back to take Cal's arm again he was staring at her behind. "Come on," Gillian coaxed again. She pulled Cal out onto the deck. He stumbled a little over the edge of the door, cursing again. 'Hot chocolate would have been good,' Gillian thought suddenly. Too late for that. She could see streaks of colour in the sky.

"Aw it's cold," Cal complained.

"I know sweetie. Take a seat," she indicated the lounger and then made him shift his ass to the side so she could slip in next to him.

Cal immediately clung on to her like a limpet. "Keep me warm."

"Let me spread the blankets out," Gillian told him. "You big baby." But she was freezing cold too. Cal gave a huff but shifted to help her and once they were both completely covered with both blankets he snuggled in the cramped confines of the lounger, pulling Gillian against him tightly. Gillian savoured it for a moment, pressing her face against the edge of his jaw and neck. He smelt like sleep and like Cal and the desire to kiss him washed through her sharply. Later.

"Your nose is cold," Cal noted gently.

"So are my toes."

"Why are we doin' this?"
Gillian shifted her head back so it was above the line of blankets again and looked up at the sky. She couldn't have planned this any better. The sun must have been about to break over the edge of the earth because the dusting of clouds in the East were reflecting deep pinks and oranges. There were tinges of maroon and blood red and purples against the deep navy of the sky. Beautiful. Gillian felt Cal shift his head too to see and he went still, watching. The birds in the trees sung a chorus of welcome and soon they could see the fiery edge of the sun it's self over the tops of roofs and buildings in the far distance. The colour of the world around them changed instantaneously as the colour mix enriched.

Cal shifted his arms around Gillian, absently finding more comfort. Gillian rested a hand against his chest but she couldn't feel his heart beat through his clothes. They watched as the sun came up further and both shifted their gazes to the sky, not wanting to damage their retina's. Gillian watched the colours reflecting off the clouds and in the surrounding atmosphere. The sky was blue because of the way the sun light moved through the dust up there. Something so simple and unimpressive created something so beautiful and magical.

"All right, I admit, this was nice," Cal spoke.

Gillian turned to him and gave him a smile. It was nice. "Thank you for actually getting up." Because lesser husbands, oops that was a slip of the tongue. Partners. Lesser partners would have just ignored her and let her sit out there on her own.

"It was the promise of an orgasm that really tipped it."

Gillian gave a slight laugh.

"Though I do quite enjoy cuddlin' too."

"Mh hmm," Gillian agreed. She reached up to smooth her fingers against his scalp, combing through his hair, and he closed his eyes contentedly. He so indulged her. All the time. "What were you dreaming about this morning?" Gillian asked him softly.

Cal blinked his eyes open at her again. "I have no idea. Why?"

"When I woke you up you asked 'which one'?"

Cal gave a half shrug. "I just assume when someone's wakin' me up at the crack of 'mother-of-god' it's cos somethin's wrong."

Gillian gave a noncommittal 'hm'. That didn't seem like quite the right answer. He had said 'which one'; that was specific.

Cal shifted forward slightly to nuzzle his nose against her. It was cold on the skin of her neck but she let him. "Can we go in now? The arm of this chair is diggin' into my butt and there's a metal bar in my hip and I'm cold and need coffee." He pressed a kiss against her.

Gillian gave a slight amused laugh. She also had parts of the lounger digging into her flesh and bones and Cal was a solid mass pressing against her all the time, squishing her. "Yes," she agreed. "Will you make me breakfast?"

"Suppose. Will you make me come?"

"Yes," Gillian whispered feeling a spike in her stomach.

"Then, deal."