Cal sat next to his wife in the little chapel, in the aisle a few rows back from the very front pews; close friends but not family. Loker was there with his wife just along the row from them. Ben Reynolds was there with his wife a row back. Everyone had a wife these days, and children on the way. Emily was there as well, except she had a husband. And now Ria was getting married to another one. Yep, she was finally taking the plunge. Again. Cal knew Andrew had asked her half a dozen times, because he had told Gillian and Gillian had told Cal. The poor guy. He was so in love with Ria but it had taken her a long time to fall in love with him. Gillian advised him to be patient, that Karl had died very suddenly and Ria would need time; Andrew was more than willing to wait. Gillian told Cal all of this. He hadn't been listening in on the conversation surreptitiously.

Gillian loved weddings. Beautiful expressions of love, or something. Cal spent most of the ceremony looking around, watching Ria's face, Andrew's, then his wife. For different reasons. With Ria he was curious to see how she was doing with all of this. Andrew was a traditional kind of guy. White, church wedding, lots of family, the works. And Gillian, well Cal watched Gillian because she was always so fascinating to him. Always. He liked the softness to her eyes while she watched the vows being exchanged.

He didn't even get told off for staring. He got smiles and handholding, like a wedding was a free pass for gooey public displays of affection. They danced and had cake and made small talk, which was pretty easy to do considering Cal knew everyone seated at their table; they were people he had worked with or still did. Cal danced with Ria and had a flashback to her first wedding, a memory that had not yet returned to him after all that therapy. He asked her about it and Ria filled in a few more of the blanks from that day. When Cal turned them slightly he found Gillian watching him. She gave him a smile and he returned it.

Cal and Gillian stayed late. Ria came to sit at the table with Eli and Faye, Cal and Gillian, Emily and Ajay, Ben and Rebecca. They drank wine and talked. Eventually Andrew came over to join them so they switched to telling Ria stories, laughing as they embarrassed her. In the end, they all had to leave because the hire on the function room was up. Cal called a taxi to take them home. When they got in Gillian snuck into Lewis's room to let him know they were home again, and to thank him for babysitting. Cal went to say goodnight to Owen. He barely registered his father's presence.

When Cal got to their bedroom, Gillian was kicking off her shoes and letting her hair down. "Unzip me?" She requested.

Cal stepped up and grabbed at the petite zipper. He had to concentrate quite a bit to get a good grip on it and peeled it down slowly. He placed a kiss on Gillian's bare shoulder. She gave a pleased hum. "I think I'm a little pissed," Cal noted near her ear before moving away again.

Gillian turned to give him a grin over her shoulder. A highly amused and gleeful grin. "I think me too. You know what that means?"

"We're gonna have headaches in the mornin'?"

"No," Gillian moved towards him, raising her arms to wrap them around his neck. "It means we always have really great sex."

Cal's face bloomed into a brilliant grin to match hers and he laughed a little. His hands reached for her hips, pulling her in closer against him. "Was that a suggestion?"

"Yes I'm proposing you."

"Propositionin'?"

"Yes that," Gillian agreed. "Clearly I'm a little bit more wasted than you." She giggled.

Cal grinned again, felt a bubbling warmth spreading up from his diaphragm. "Or maybe I'm just more in control of my faculties."

Gillian laughed, gave him a little shove, then stepped forward again to bump into him. She petted her fingers against the back of his neck. "Show off."

Cal brought his hands up to her back, feeling the loose folds of her dress falling over his fingers. Gillian pressed a kiss against his lips and rested her forehead against his. "Mm can we go to bed?"

"Of course," Cal agreed.

"Ok," Gillian whispered. "Cos I'm kind of horny." She stepped away again, her dress falling from her shoulders to pool around her waist. She gave her hips a wiggle and it fell further, down her slender legs, to pool at her feet. She stepped out of the clothing without missing a beat, while Cal watched on, fascinated, enthralled, feeling something swirling through him. Gillian carried on to her dresser, finding a shirt to wear in bed and Cal turned away, his heart beating a little harder. He stripped off his suit, followed Gillian to brush teeth, and climbed into bed with her in just his underwear. Gillian snuggled up close to his bare chest immediately. Then she started kissing him in the darkness. Cal smoothed a hand into her waist and leaned into her mouth but she pulled away.

"Wait, wait," she said breathlessly.

"Why?" Cal grumbled.

"I want to talk to you."

"You're a tease," Cal told her.

"Just a minute," Gillian rubbed his ear lobe.

It was already hot under the blankets. "Can you make it quick?"

"That's what she said," Gillian quipped at the same time Cal did. They laughed. Or Cal laughed and Gillian giggled. She turned into him, pressed kisses along his jaw, then moved away again. "Why are you so wonderful?"

"Hm?" Cal asked startled.

"You know at the wedding we were talking."

"Mm," Cal said again. Get to the point.

"Everyone was complaining about their husbands. Eli never does the dishes. Ben leaves his dirty socks in the couch," Gillian gave a little sigh. "You never leave your socks in the couch."

"In the couch?" Cal clarified.

"Yes in the couch."

"To be fair I used to leave them on the bathroom floor."

"And you don't even do that anymore." Gillian kissed him again. "And you always do the dishes without me having to ask."

"Well most of the time you cook so... You shouldn't have to ask. That's not how it works. We're a team rememba?"

"Yes," Gillian kissed him again, a surprise attack. "That. That's the thing. But you know when before and I was married to Alec?"

Cal gave a groan, despite wanting to laugh at the way she minced her words. Gillian was a fun drunk. "You said his name."

"I would be the one sitting at the table complaining that he never cleaned the bathroom or went groceries shoppy."

"Are you tellin' me in a funny roundabout way that I basically kick ass?"

Gillian giggled again. "Yes! Totally that." Her fingers fluttered against his skin, constantly moving, stroking, smoothing.

Cal chuckled a little. "Well then thank you."

Gillian gave a pleased noise. "You're welcome," she murmured as she came in close again for another kiss. "You're so hot."

Cal wondered if she meant... nah it didn't matter what she meant. He was going to take that to mean 'sexy' and he liked hearing that from her. "You know what we talk about while you women were complainin' away?" Cal went, surprising himself a little. He didn't usually volunteer to sell out secret male affairs. It was intoxication; alcohol and Gillian.

"Hm nope. What?" Gillian ran her tongue along his jaw and Cal shivered.

"Whose dress we could see through."

He expected to be told off. Instead he got: "Let me guess. Faye?"

"Yes. How'd you know?"

"Uhm you're not the only one with eyes."

"There was definitely some nipplage goin' on."

Gillian gave a slight laugh. "I might not have noticed that much."

"Wateva," Cal retorted.

"You know she wasn't wearing underwear."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah."

"So you were lookin'?"

"No she told me when we went to the bathroom. She said she couldn't wear a stitch of underwear with that dress because it would show through."

"A lot else showed," Cal said knowingly. Gillian gave him a light swat but that just made him laugh and she was giggling again anyway. So much fun when she'd been drinking.

Gillian gave another little sigh. "I really like you."

"Thanks. I really like you too. You give me a chance to get to the dishes without naggin' at me."

"It's annoying when I ask."

"It is," Cal agreed.

Gillian gave another slight laugh, amused, not insulted. They had moved way beyond the point of being offended in their relationship. "Can we have sex now?" She asked in a small voice.

"God yes," Cal agreed, turning into her and seeking out her mouth.