Gillian sat on the very edge of Cals bed, her still damp hair sitting against the collar of the shirt he had given to change into. Cal had insisted she used his on suite bathroom whilst he had shuffled off to the main one, both of them having decided that after all the events of the day, a good hot shower was called for.
She found herself taking in the full impact of the situation whilst she was still on her own.
She, Gillian Foster, was sitting on Cal Lightman’s bed, her body covered only in his shirt, about to slip between his sheets, rest her head his on his pillows,…and soon, very soon, she would have his body joining hers.
What felt like a tidal wave of emotion seemed to hit her full force in the face and she felt a strange dizziness sweep over her.
In one lithe movement she swept the covers back and swung her legs under, then lowering her head, she fell backwards until she felt the comfort of the pillows against her. She lay there, staring up at the ceiling, taking in the ‘Lightman aroma’ that was now embracing her senses, closing her eyes she concentrated on trying to calm her racing heartbeat.
“Made yerself at home I see then Foster – Christ! I know I’ve never looked so good in that shirt”
Gillian opened her eyes and looked at the man behind the voice.
Cal was standing in the doorway, his hair, like hers, still damp and swept back.
He was wearing just dark cotton pyjama bottoms and whilst she had seen him topless before this seemed so, so different and she felt her pulse rate start to rise again.
As he moved further into the room, closing the door as he came, she stared, there was something else…what was it…Oh my God – He had SHAVED!!!
“And what is that sly grin that has just spread across your face for?”
“Nothing, nothing at all” Gillian made no attempt to disguise the lie, nor to remove the said smile on her face.
“You’re gonna pay for that lie Foster…”
Gillian let out a tiny squeal as Cal threw himself on the bed and immediately started to engage in a feroucious attack of tickling.
“No..Cal ..stop it, stop ..don’t”
There was no retreat, the relentless fingers kept finding their mark as she struggled to escape them.
“What was that smirk about… tell me..oh no you don’t, no rolling of the side of the bed…tell me Foster”
Trying desperately hard to catch some breath through the laughter, she cried out….”You shaved – that’s it – that’s all so stop it…Cal stop I can’t breath”
Cal finally gave up the onslaught and fell back, lying next to her on the bed, both were still laughing and he realised how much he liked the sound of it.
Turning his head to look at the woman next to him he took in the flush of exertion on her cheeks, her full lips still slightly parted, still in the throws of laughter, her hair normally so immaculately kept, was tousled and spread wildly around her face and the surrounding pillows. Grinning he still felt the impish need to tease her further.
“I think I’ll grow a beard if you are going to go hysterical every time I shave”
“Don’t you dare Cal Lightman” she failed in her attempt to sound stern and serious.
“That’s it! The razor in going in the bin – you should know better than to ‘Dare’ me to anything Foster”
His playful and light mood was infecting Gillian, urging her to continue, to take it further, to play risky.
“OK ..I Dare you to try and get your shirt back Dr Lightman, if I look better in it than you do..I should keep it”
There was a brief but electric silence before Cal ripped back the covers and engaged Gillian in a kiss that was so unexpected, so powerful that she was momentarily shocked to the point where her body could do nothing but respond to his mouth with hers.
Cal instantly seized on that fraction of time, and,, with fingers as nimble and swift that any seasoned pickpocket would be awe of, the buttons of his/her shirt were undone and was half way down past her shoulders before Gillian even realised what was happening.
She let out a gasp as his mouth left hers, and in one fluid movement he had lifted her body just enough so that the last of the garment could be ripped away from under her, ending up half way up the wall on the far side of the room.
“ I gave you fair warning Dr Foster , now what are you going to do?”
Gillian lay on the bed, and met the eyes of the man that was just inchs above her.
Not bothering to attempt to pull up the sheets to cover her now naked breasts, she lifted her hand and snaked it round the back of his head pulling him down slowly leaving herself just enough time to whisper
“I guess I’ll just have to do without it” before returning to the sensual bliss of Cals lips and mouth.
All playfulness abandoned passion now took over, passion laced with a liberal amount of hunger that had been kept in check for so long.
There were no further words that night, they were not needed.
The only sounds were the sighs and gasps of lovers so deeply and utterly engrossed in each other that the rest of reality ceased to exist.
All memories of the past week were obliterated, the only thoughts were of how each of them could give the other more and more pleasure, pure indulgence in the bliss of sexual fulfilment.
Neither Cal nor Gillian had any concept of what time they eventually succumbed to sleep, but entwined in each others arms and legs they both slept better than they had in years.
She found herself taking in the full impact of the situation whilst she was still on her own.
She, Gillian Foster, was sitting on Cal Lightman’s bed, her body covered only in his shirt, about to slip between his sheets, rest her head his on his pillows,…and soon, very soon, she would have his body joining hers.
What felt like a tidal wave of emotion seemed to hit her full force in the face and she felt a strange dizziness sweep over her.
In one lithe movement she swept the covers back and swung her legs under, then lowering her head, she fell backwards until she felt the comfort of the pillows against her. She lay there, staring up at the ceiling, taking in the ‘Lightman aroma’ that was now embracing her senses, closing her eyes she concentrated on trying to calm her racing heartbeat.
“Made yerself at home I see then Foster – Christ! I know I’ve never looked so good in that shirt”
Gillian opened her eyes and looked at the man behind the voice.
Cal was standing in the doorway, his hair, like hers, still damp and swept back.
He was wearing just dark cotton pyjama bottoms and whilst she had seen him topless before this seemed so, so different and she felt her pulse rate start to rise again.
As he moved further into the room, closing the door as he came, she stared, there was something else…what was it…Oh my God – He had SHAVED!!!
“And what is that sly grin that has just spread across your face for?”
“Nothing, nothing at all” Gillian made no attempt to disguise the lie, nor to remove the said smile on her face.
“You’re gonna pay for that lie Foster…”
Gillian let out a tiny squeal as Cal threw himself on the bed and immediately started to engage in a feroucious attack of tickling.
“No..Cal ..stop it, stop ..don’t”
There was no retreat, the relentless fingers kept finding their mark as she struggled to escape them.
“What was that smirk about… tell me..oh no you don’t, no rolling of the side of the bed…tell me Foster”
Trying desperately hard to catch some breath through the laughter, she cried out….”You shaved – that’s it – that’s all so stop it…Cal stop I can’t breath”
Cal finally gave up the onslaught and fell back, lying next to her on the bed, both were still laughing and he realised how much he liked the sound of it.
Turning his head to look at the woman next to him he took in the flush of exertion on her cheeks, her full lips still slightly parted, still in the throws of laughter, her hair normally so immaculately kept, was tousled and spread wildly around her face and the surrounding pillows. Grinning he still felt the impish need to tease her further.
“I think I’ll grow a beard if you are going to go hysterical every time I shave”
“Don’t you dare Cal Lightman” she failed in her attempt to sound stern and serious.
“That’s it! The razor in going in the bin – you should know better than to ‘Dare’ me to anything Foster”
His playful and light mood was infecting Gillian, urging her to continue, to take it further, to play risky.
“OK ..I Dare you to try and get your shirt back Dr Lightman, if I look better in it than you do..I should keep it”
There was a brief but electric silence before Cal ripped back the covers and engaged Gillian in a kiss that was so unexpected, so powerful that she was momentarily shocked to the point where her body could do nothing but respond to his mouth with hers.
Cal instantly seized on that fraction of time, and,, with fingers as nimble and swift that any seasoned pickpocket would be awe of, the buttons of his/her shirt were undone and was half way down past her shoulders before Gillian even realised what was happening.
She let out a gasp as his mouth left hers, and in one fluid movement he had lifted her body just enough so that the last of the garment could be ripped away from under her, ending up half way up the wall on the far side of the room.
“ I gave you fair warning Dr Foster , now what are you going to do?”
Gillian lay on the bed, and met the eyes of the man that was just inchs above her.
Not bothering to attempt to pull up the sheets to cover her now naked breasts, she lifted her hand and snaked it round the back of his head pulling him down slowly leaving herself just enough time to whisper
“I guess I’ll just have to do without it” before returning to the sensual bliss of Cals lips and mouth.
All playfulness abandoned passion now took over, passion laced with a liberal amount of hunger that had been kept in check for so long.
There were no further words that night, they were not needed.
The only sounds were the sighs and gasps of lovers so deeply and utterly engrossed in each other that the rest of reality ceased to exist.
All memories of the past week were obliterated, the only thoughts were of how each of them could give the other more and more pleasure, pure indulgence in the bliss of sexual fulfilment.
Neither Cal nor Gillian had any concept of what time they eventually succumbed to sleep, but entwined in each others arms and legs they both slept better than they had in years.