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She tasted like warm Vanilla and warm coffee, the sweet musk of her moist skin echoing the delicious combination. He had longed for this moment for years, her always teasing him with those 'friendly' caresses. Now he was receiving what those touches had hinted at; all of her.

As he gently let his fingers trace down the length of her thin, lightly freckled arm his eyes met hers, both sets needy and exotic.

"Gill-" she cut him off as she pressed against him, her lips molding to his like a lost puzzle piece. Taken aback he slowly began to respond as she tugged gently on his bottom lip with her teeth. God he didn't know Gillian could kiss like this, his knees melting as she slowly ran the tip of her tongue around the inside of his lips.

Suddenly eager to feel her skin on his, he wrapped his arms around her smaller frame, hands sliding under the edge of her tight fitting v-neck, her suit jacket having already been discarded on his office floor. Tantalizingly soft, he rubbed tiny circles into his spine with his thumb. She moaned into his mouth, their tongues now dancing around each other, and the heat in his crotch rose nearly ten degrees.

As if she could sense it, her graceful hands slipped down his hard chest, beautiful fingers digging for the button of his trousers.

"Gillian…" one frail hand slipped between his pants and skin.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" his own hand had crept down to take hold of her wrist, her eyes meeting his like a child who had been caught stealing forbidden cookies.

"Cal, what do I want?" her voice cut in, though her lips didn't move.

"What?" his eyes strayed from hers to look around the room.

"What am I asking for Cal?" again her voice boomed into the room without a single movement from the Gillian that stood before him. Abruptly he heard her sneeze and felt himself jerk up, his eyes suddenly filling with dull light. Before him sat a sniffling, not-so-much-kissing him Gillian.

"Wha?" he started, eyes scanning his partner. She was dressed in a grey suit jacket, trousers and tight pink camisole.

"You were dreaming…" she paused to blow her nose. "And apparently I wanted something."

Suddenly, clearly in response to his look of intense confusion, she giggled ecstatically, like a child.

"Sorry I couldn't resist."

A/N: I couldn't resist. Teehee.