Seems like we made it through the rough patch, what do you think?
Guest: glad I could "take you home", I really enjoyed writing this sweet chapter
Tori: happy to know my take on this made some sort of sense. Now can relax and get back into it.
Now, in order to move forward let's take a little step back. This one is a bit of a cheat: don't wreck your brain trying to figure what episode this is from because this one I made it up. But I think you would like it anyway…
"Oh my God Cal!" She gripped the back of his head with her hand to keep it in between her legs, the free hand desperately grabbing at the sheets. "Right there! Don't stop!"
He had no intention to, no matter what she would have said. From the moment Gillian had taken his hand and invited him into her bedroom, smiling at the last, quickly fading, sign of hesitation on his face, Cal had known there was no stopping or going back. Their first time had been explosive, to be expected after years of foreplay and anticipation: they had been passionate and eager, but not for this less dedicated to make the moment as special as they could. Their chemistry in bed had shocked them, as well the way they had abandoned to each other and relinquished control, and at the end of it there had been nothing but wide smiles, gentle touching, awed expressions of joy and fulfilment and the most comfortable silence they'd ever shared.
They had dozed off in each other's arms, spent and satisfied in more ways than one, until Cal had woken up with the pleasant feeling of Gillian's lips on his neck and her hands smouldering his chest. He hadn't known how long it had been, but his body had shown not to care anyway and had immediately reacted to her touch. Soon they had been wrapped up once more, making love again with even more passion than the first time, teasing each other and fooling around lulled by the knowledge that they had all the time in the world.
Round two had been followed by a long conversation, inevitably addressing how they had gotten there and where they were headed afterwards. It had not been a difficult one, on the contrary. They had fought and struggled so much to get to that point and they knew that communication was going to be essential to keep it going, and honestly talking about them was much easier when they were naked in bed together, completely exposed and with nowhere to hide.
Of course, there was only so much time they could spend so close to each other with no clothes on without acting on it. There had been absent kisses while they talked, gentle caresses, legs wrapping around each other and hands unable to stop, until they had both felt their bodies would rather do something else than just talking. Cal had smirked, apologetic, signalling he wasn't ready yet, but then the smirk had become a sultry grin as he had started to kiss his way down her body.
He hadn't seen the small glimpse of hesitation on her face, too busy making sure that his tongue and lips touched everywhere and that his mind registered her reaction to his touch. He didn't need to be an expert for that, to understand what her soft moans meant, and the way her lower body arched up to meet his face when he flicked his tongue at her entrance was more than eloquent…
"Don't stop Cal, please don't stop!"
…just as her vocal encouragement was spurring him on. He shifted further back in the bed and repositioned himself despite the groans of protest coming from her, then his hands found a steady grip on her hips and he kept going, putting the movement of his whole body behind the action of his tongue. At that point Gillian wasn't speaking anymore, only babbling incoherent things with a lustful voice broken by cries of pleasure, and Cal thought he might just lose it himself when her legs clamped around his head as she found her release.
She was still muttering and panting as he took care of her, taking his time to savour her and feed his brain with all the exquisite noises she made. Eventually, when Gillian's breathe was back to normal and he felt her body relax, Cal left a last kiss on her thigh and slowly climbed up to her, marvelling at her ecstatic face and the way she blindly looked for his face with her hands, keeping her eyes close as to prolong the sensation he had just provided her with.
"I knew it," Cal whispered in her ear with a sultry voice, then moved to kiss her and let her taste what was left of her from his lips. "Sweet, spicy, intense, rich…just like you. Delicious!" Gillian moaned something, something different than pleasure, and Cal pulled back slightly to take a better look at her face. "I hope it's not blushing that I see, Gillian Foster. This doesn't bode well with all the things I've been waiting to do with you all these years."
He tried to play it off as a joke, at least in part, but really that sudden shyness of hers was rather confusing and ill-timed. Gillian saw his confusion and shook her head to brush it off, then placed her hands on his chest and gently pushed him off until he rolled on his back and she laid on top of him.
"No, it's just-" She blushed again, but this time she was smiling and Cal huffed an amused smile when she buried her face in the crock of his neck. "Nobody has ever done that to me."
The hand Cal was using to caress her shoulder stopped, a surprised frown appearing on his face.
"I find that hard to believe," he blurted with a loud scoff.
Gillian sighed and looked up at him, immediately seeing the honest to God bafflement on his face. She bit at her bottom lip, wondering how she could get out of a topic she had unknowingly brought up on her own, but then realised by Cal's face that he was unable to let it go even though it clearly was a subject she wasn't' comfortable with.
Oh what the hell! She thought then. The man had just given her one of the best orgasms of her life, one of many she suspected, and if she couldn't talk to him about that then who else? So she sighed again and gave him a small smile, rolling on her side but keeping her arm and leg wrapped around him not wanting to lose contact.
"None of the people-"
"People?" Cal immediately picked up on that, teasingly wiggling his eyebrows at her with clear images forming in his mind.
"Men," Gillian clarified then.
"Disappointing, but do go on."
She rolled her eyes and chuckled softly, then started to draw random lines on his chest with a finger as she spoke."The men I've been with, some gave it a go but nobody went all the way."
"You must be kidding me!" He sounded honestly outraged, and Gillian found it oddly entertaining and sweet. "Don't take this the wrong way love, but who the hell have you been sleeping with?"
"It's just-" She hit him playfully then resumed the more gentle touching. "You know, when you start having sex you're young, inexperienced, usually so are your partners and you just want to get to the point. Then as I grew up I guess I just never found someone interested in trying."
"Well, I must confess I feel sorry for them. Not surprised about Alec, never looked like the type but
Captain America-"
"Alright listen." Gillian propped up on her elbow and gave him a stern look. "Pro tip? No talking about my former partners when we are in bed. And if I hear Zoe's name come out of your mouth-"
Cal silenced her with a kiss, gently but with a passion that spoke volume about what woman's name was on his mind at that very moment. She responded in stride, there was something about the way they kissed that was simply irresistible, and when they broke apart there was such a warm and endearing expression on his face that she felt a lump of emotion forming in her throat.
"Why would I even bother with her now that I finally have you?" Cal whispered then, his lips still on hers.
"Good save," Gillian smiled in his mouth, a little breathless at his clarification, then rested her face on his chest. "Anyway…yeah, Alec wasn't the type and Dave…I don't know, maybe he wasn't sure I was going to like it and played it safe. It was hard to tell."
"Can't fool me, I am sure you could tell."
"Well, that's not the kind of thing I'd like to probe in the middle of it, Cal." She noted firmly. "And by the way, reading each other in bed is also something we should not do."
He groaned in protest, not amused by her line of reasoning and the seriousness of her voice.
"At this rate the only thing left we can do in bed will be- Hold on, that actually works for me." He seized her hips with his hands and rolled her with her back on the mattress, his mouth immediately going for the sensitive spot on her neck he had discovered and sucking at it voraciously as his hands roamed her body. "Agreed, no reading in bed. Not that kind of reading anyway."
"What-" A loud gasp interrupted her when his lips found her breasts. "What other kind of reading would there be?"
Cal didn't respond right away, he was in the middle of dedicating some time to her nipples and nothing could distract him from that. Then he kept surfing her skin with his lips with no clear pattern, simply enjoying how she moved to meet him every time and feeling the temperature of her body rising again.
"Listening, paying attention, learning how you react," he whispered then, smiling on her skin when his hand travelled on her leg and he felt her shiver, "what you like. Don't ask me to stop doing that, Gill. I just want to make sure you're getting the most of it and you're not uncomfortable with anything I do." He stopped, way too abruptly for Gillian to be ok with it and she made it clear with the hard look she gave him. Cal smirked, teasing son a bitch that he was, then moved back a little and made sure she saw how serious he was. "Which I guess begs the question…was it ok for you?"
"You couldn't tell?"
It was her turn to be baffled, and his to smile shyly.
"Maybe… Tell you the truth, love, Z- the one who shall not be named didn't care much for it and I wasn't entirely confident I could deliver."
Gillian couldn't contain her surprise, not about the other woman's taste - her loss, really - but mostly because the last thing she expected was for Cal to be unsure of his performance. Then she stretched her arms behind his neck, her hands surfing through his messed up hair as she pulled him down for a kiss. It was another slow and gentle one, but then her tongue dug deeper inside his mouth as if to extrapolate some of what he had taken from her not long before.
"You have nothing to worry about, Cal. It was amazing," she reassured him then, feeling some silly pride in the way his chest swelled with satisfaction. Then her face changed, her smile becoming a silent but very eloquent invitation as she rolled him in back and started kissing his neck, her hand moving down between them to get a feel of the situation. "But just so you know, you're free to practise any time you want."
Cal was glad to know that, as he was for everything else that had happened that night. And he was even more glad when Gillian flashed him a sultry grin before leaving a trail of kisses down his body, ready to return the favour.