Happy Sunday!
No this isn't the one you were expecting but I think you would like the surprise.
I was savign this for a rainy day, and I think this is a good time just to remind you (after the pain of Stuck) that my Callian heart is still beating strong.
Just a little one shot to, hopefully, put a smile on your faces.
The blinds were wide open, allowing the summer in with blinding light that seemed to reach every corner of the room. At the centre of the luminous stage was their bed, looking worse for wear after a prolonged and passionate session of love making. All the pillows had been tossed on the floor, safe for the one supporting Cal's lower back against the backboard of the bed; the bed linen had been removed too - involuntarily - and in one corner even the fitted sheet on the mattress had not resisted their lustful transport; their clothes, already dump with sweat due to the high temperatures, had been long discarded and spread all over the room.
The signs of what had clearly been a very satisfying and over the top intimate interaction were in stark contrast with the current atmosphere, idyllic and peaceful as it was. Once the orgasms had died down and left their body tired but satisfied, slowly and reluctantly they had disentangled from each other in need for air and to get in control of their body temperature, but had not gone very far. Cal was sitting up at the end of the bed, blissfully spent, his legs stretched on the mattress to accommodate Gillian's upper body. She was lying on her right side, propped up on her elbow, very comfortably and naturally positioned just across his lap, curled up close and with her legs bent so that they were within reach of Cal's hand absently gliding over her sticky and yet still impossibly soft skin.
If there ever was a picture capable of capturing the idea of pure bliss, unadulterated peace, it must have been it.
And why shouldn't they enjoy each other like they were the only two people in the world? It was a glorious Sunday afternoon of a hot summer, they had been out for brunch basking in the heat despite Cal's half-hassed protest, both of them knowing how much he liked seeing her shine - literally - in the sun. Food and sweets always brought a smile to Gillian's face, but what the sun did to her - enhancing her natural scent, making her skin glisten and her hair look impossibly softer - was something else entirely. Cal couldn't resist, he hadn't even tried to and, best of all, he didn't have to: he had started with small touches to her hand on the table whenever it was within reach, then moved under the clothed surface taking full advantage of her shorter than usual skirt to draw lazy circles in the back of her knee with his finger, every now and then leaning into her to whisper something and brutally tease her with the vicinity of his lips to her skin. When she had started shivering in response to his gestures, it had been clear that a speedy retreat to a private place was needed and they had rushed to pay the bill and go back home.
They had the place for themselves, which was why even after more than two hours of intense and loud activity they were still naked, with the door of the room wide open allowing a little breeze to come through for relief. They had been like that for a while already, they didn't know how long exactly and it was exquisite to be so unapologetically lazy together, shamelessly lost in each other without a worry in the world. They were looking at each other, drowning deeper and deeper in the comfortable silence with any passing minute, getting high on it with stupid smiles plastered all over their faces, touching absently and waiting for nothing.
Domestic bliss indeed.
After a while, impossible to say how long, Cal broke the regular pace of his breath and took in a slightly longer intake of air which he then let out with a sigh. The pleased expression on his face didn't really falter, he was clearly still a happy son of a bitch, but something different passed and Gillian couldn't help but notice the fleeting change
"What is it?" She asked, her own smile staying steady as her free hand climbed up to his chest before resting there with her palm down.
"Nothing love," Cal chuckled, not in the least bit bothered by the fact that she read him like an open book. "It's silly."
"I like silly."
His smile grew bigger at her prompt response, marvelling at her ability to perfectly balance calm, curiosity, innocence and just the right amount of concern to gently warn him she wasn't going to let it go if he couldn't prove to her it really was no big deal. Cal shook his head slowly and bit his bottom lip, admiring the depth of their connection, then he took the hand she had on his chest, the left one, tracing the shiny metal circle around her finger as if it was a long lost relic rather than something he had, very willingly and intentionally, put there.
"Sometimes I wished we weren't married."
Understandably, his note put a frown on Gillian's face. However, it didn't last long. He was still smiling like he had been given a high dose of something, he was caressing her wedding band as if the small object could speak to him, his breathing was slow and regular and the way he was looking at her…no, she had nothing to worry about.
She took her time then, letting Cal lull her with his silent and thoughtful actions for a while before moving. Leaving her left hand with him, Gillian slowly moved to reposition herself laying on her stomach, her cheek now resting on his abdomen with her chin planted on his belly button as she looked up at him.
"Elaborate, please?"
Cal huffed an even wider smile, amused and touched by her understanding demeanour considering what he had just said. Then he took her hand and brought it up to his mouth for a quick kiss, using the other one to remove some hair from her forehead so that they could look at each other with nothing between them
"Moments like this, when it's just the two of us and nothing else matters-" He whispered softly, his voice so unbearably sweet that Gillian nearly passed out. "Moments like this make me want to propose to you all over again because a simple I love you just doesn't cut it anymore."
The smile that exploded on her face was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, safe for his newborn daughter years ago: it was the 8th wonder of the world, even more spectacular and breathtaking than how she had looked while coming down the improvised aisle on their wedding day. Whatever emotions the memories and view brought to him easily showed through his face, freely pouring out of his eyes and every little muscle and crinkle of his skin and quickly reflecting in the way Gillian's eyes suddenly swell with impending tears of sheer joy and happiness.
Needing a little time to recover from the emotional overload, Gillian eventually moved again and sat up in bed with her knees at his side, resting both hands on his shoulders for support as she leaned closer. She was pretty much sitting on his lap at that point, but there was nothing lustful or erotic in that pose, just the very special brand of intimacy and closeness they had developed over the years, even before becoming husband and wife.
And to prove that very same point once more, Gillian leaned in resting her forehead on his, whispering softly in his face.
"Marry me, Cal."
It was Cal's turn to fight back tears of happiness, floored by how his random and seemingly meaningless note had been so easily picked up and apart by Gillian, to the point that she had been able to give a very deep and concrete meaning to his rambling. She had understood what he meant even when he wasn't sure he knew what he had said, and she had just shown him that they would always find a way to express their love even if they were out of words for it.