AN: I didn't actually intend to write an epilogue to this piece even though it seems to have become a bit of a habit. I had this scene in my head while writing this fic and then found I couldn't fit it into the story in the way I wanted to. But then I read the reviews wanting more of the story. So you can have this in lieu of anything more... sorry guys.

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Gillian became aware that someone was creeping into her bedroom and if she hadn't been so deeply asleep in the first place she might have felt more alarmed. The person slipped under the covers behind her. She might have known. "Cal?"

"Shhh go back to sleep."

"We're supposed to be spending the night apart," she pointed out.

"I know."

"Because we've spent every night together for the last month."

"I know." He snuggled up behind her.

"Are you still fully dressed?"

"Yes," he mumbled.

"Take your clothes off."

"You'd like that wouldn't you?" He sounded sleepy.

"I'm serious."

"They're clean."

Gillian turned over. "At least take your socks off."

"Too tired."

"That's because you're creeping in here at some ungodly hour in the morning."

"Couldn't sleep," he responded simply. He shifted his arm and suddenly pulled her closer. She could feel he had a t-shirt on and jeans... and socks. "Without you."

"That's sweet," Gillian acknowledged. "But please take your socks off. You know I hate it."

"Yes," Cal agreed. "Your only pet peeve." He shifted around and pushed his socks off using his feet.

Gillian heard them drop to the floor. She melted in to him. "Thank you."

"Welcome."

"Now, what are you doing here?"

"Can't sleep without you."

"You know this isn't healthy," Gillian pointed out while settling in against his chest, automatically finding the ways her body fit in against his; she rested her cheek against his, completely comfortable.

"I know," Cal agreed. "Can't help it."

"Hmm," Gillian hummed.

"It's your fault."

"My fault?"

"Yep," his arm tightened around her and even that simple act, coupled with the fact that she could breathe in his scent every second now, made her feel tingly in her groin. "All your fault."

"I'll work on being less..."

"Don't you dare," Cal cut her off. "Don't be less of anythin'."

Gillian smiled.

"I can feel you smilin'."

She grinned. Cal turned his head slightly so his nose was pressing against hers. He held her like this sometimes when they made love. It made her stomach quiver. They didn't have sex every night, pretty close to it, and when they did... god damn it was the best of her life. She had a hard time staying away from him too, which is why she had suggested they spend just one night apart. Just one. They'd made it until three am.

"Are you mad I came ova?"

"No."

Cal chuckled and Gillian couldn't help but smile again. "Good."

"Go to sleep Cal."

They were silent for a moment, their combined body heat scorching the sheets. Gillian shifted the blanket down a little to vent. When she slept with Cal she wore next to nothing; underwear and a tank top. But thinking she was going to be alone, she had pyjamas on. And Cal was fully dressed. She thought about getting up and stripping off.

"Move in with me," Cal's gentle voice caressed over her lips.

"What?" Was her first startled reaction. Her instinct was to pull away from him.

Cal instinctively held her tighter. "Move in with me," he repeated just as softly as before.

"But... I... we..." she found as she moved her lips that they were brushing against his. That, coupled with his request, had her speechless.

"Do you think it's too soon?"

"I think it's three am and I can't think clearly."

Cal pressed his lips against hers. "Move in with me."

"Cal," Gillian complained.

"You haven't said 'no' yet."

"I don't know what to say."

"You want to think about it?"

"Yes."

Cal kissed her again, capturing her lips even as she turned her head slightly away from him. He kissed her again until she responded. "What's there to think about luv?"

"If we're moving too fast. If it's really a good idea. If..."

"I've been good haven't I?"

"Yes," Gillian caressed the back of his neck. "Very well behaved." And he had. Not exactly a box of roses but then she didn't want that either, because that wouldn't be Cal. But he was certainly less obnoxious towards her and a little bit more respectful, even if he did run off and do what he wanted anyway. At least he took the time to clue her in a little bit more... just a little bit made all the difference. And when they were alone together... well then he was close to a box of roses.

"Is that not enough to show you?"

"It's not that."

"Then it's?"

"I can't actually think of any good reasons why not."

Cal gave a light laugh. He kissed her again, daring to make it a little hotter than the sweet kisses of a minute ago. "I love you Gillian," he whispered and she shivered. "This is the next logical step. We're makin' it work. We've known each otha foreva. You're my best friend. I manage to keep my hands off you at work, per request, but only just, can I not share my bed with you every night as reward?"

"You make a very good argument."

"I practiced in my head."

Gillian laughed. She kissed him. "You did very well."

"Is that a 'yes'?"

Gillian nodded. Cal's hands tightened against her. "Thank you," he whispered. "Now it won't seem like such a leap when I ask you to marry me."

"Cal!" Gillian exclaimed softly in alarm and pushed away from him. "Don't."

Cal chuckled. "Relax," he teased her bottom lip through his teeth. "I was teasin' you."

"I knew you said husband."

Cal laughed again. "Is that still botherin' you?"

"No," Gillian huffed. Cal gently pulled her into him again. "Are you going to ask me to marry you?" Whooollllllly shit that made her feel nervous!

"No," Cal responded gently. Gillian relaxed again. "Not yet."