Five Reasons Why
Title: Five Reasons Why
Pairing: Cal/Gillian
Rating: K
Summary: Five times Cal and Gillian kiss and the reasons why.
Disclaimer: C/G belong to Samuel Baum.
A/N: I've always been awful at writing five things fics. Have mercy. No beta, all mistakes are mine.
.::.
He's standing in his office, staring at some decrepit footage. He smells her first, her warm scent surrounding him and he breathes deep without even thinking. Next thing he knows, she's in front of him and her lips are on his.
They're soft and moist and taste pink, just like he thought they would.
When he opens his eyes, she's no longer in front of him and all he can hear is the click of her heels suggesting the steady sway of her hips.
"What was that for?"
She shrugs, smiles innocently (or not). "Felt like it."
He can't wipe the smirk off his face for the rest of the day.
.::.
She's in the break room, mind a million miles away as she waits for her water to boil. Her arms are crossed and her head is bowed, brows pinched in thought.
A hand glides beneath her chin and tilts her head upwards. Blue meet hazel. He places his lips on the furrow in her forehead, smoothing away her thinker's lines.
When he pulls away, he winks as the corner of his lip draws upwards. He steps back and grabs his own mug, leans against the counter to wait with her.
She glances over at him and murmurs, "What was that for?"
"Only lines you should have are the ones near your eyes - from smiling. Life's too short for pensive wrinkles."
.::.
Their chests are heaving and their faces are red with anger. Shame crosses his features. Shock and then fury color hers.
"Take that back." Her voice is low and dangerous.
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because I meant it. Can't take back the truth."
"Well… you're wrong." She turns sharply, but he grabs her wrist and pulls her toward him.
"Okay, if I'm wrong," he whispers as he takes a step closer, "then tell me why you sabotage all your relationships?"
"It's certainly not because I'm in love with you."
Eyes narrow in challenge. His lips are harsh and demanding; hers, even more so. When he pulls away and smiles lasciviously, she merely licks the spot where he bit her bottom lip.
"See, Foster? Can't take back the truth."
.::.
It's Emily's senior prom and she's going stag. Her smile and her dress and her radiance know no bounds.
Gillian takes pictures while Cal smothers.
As Emily pulls away in a limo shared with six other girlfriends, Cal stands on his front steps, watching the taillights flicker in the distance. A hand slides in his, clasping it gently.
He watches as she pulls it up to her mouth and kisses the back of his hand, rubs her thumb over it, then returns it to his side. He raises his eyebrow at her in curiosity.
"You looked sad. Figured you could use a happy thought."
Before her hand can slip from his, he twines their fingers and holds tight, leading her inside.
.::.
"Why are your toes ice cold and why must you always warm them against me?"
"Because you're like a little oven in my bed, it's fantastic."
"Glad to be of service to you, darling."
"Did you turn off the lights?"
"Indubitably. And I managed to lock the door all by myself."
Just as his eyes close, he's jostled by her weight on his middle and her thighs on either side of him.
"Well hullo there." His hand slides beneath the satin of her gown and up smooth legs. "And to what do I owe the pleasure?"
She bends down and kisses his collarbone, working her way up his neck.
"Just thanking you properly."
"Is this an incentive program?" She nips his ear lobe and his hips buck in response.
"You bet."
.::.
fin
Pairing: Cal/Gillian
Rating: K
Summary: Five times Cal and Gillian kiss and the reasons why.
Disclaimer: C/G belong to Samuel Baum.
A/N: I've always been awful at writing five things fics. Have mercy. No beta, all mistakes are mine.
.::.
He's standing in his office, staring at some decrepit footage. He smells her first, her warm scent surrounding him and he breathes deep without even thinking. Next thing he knows, she's in front of him and her lips are on his.
They're soft and moist and taste pink, just like he thought they would.
When he opens his eyes, she's no longer in front of him and all he can hear is the click of her heels suggesting the steady sway of her hips.
"What was that for?"
She shrugs, smiles innocently (or not). "Felt like it."
He can't wipe the smirk off his face for the rest of the day.
.::.
She's in the break room, mind a million miles away as she waits for her water to boil. Her arms are crossed and her head is bowed, brows pinched in thought.
A hand glides beneath her chin and tilts her head upwards. Blue meet hazel. He places his lips on the furrow in her forehead, smoothing away her thinker's lines.
When he pulls away, he winks as the corner of his lip draws upwards. He steps back and grabs his own mug, leans against the counter to wait with her.
She glances over at him and murmurs, "What was that for?"
"Only lines you should have are the ones near your eyes - from smiling. Life's too short for pensive wrinkles."
.::.
Their chests are heaving and their faces are red with anger. Shame crosses his features. Shock and then fury color hers.
"Take that back." Her voice is low and dangerous.
"No."
"Why not?"
"Because I meant it. Can't take back the truth."
"Well… you're wrong." She turns sharply, but he grabs her wrist and pulls her toward him.
"Okay, if I'm wrong," he whispers as he takes a step closer, "then tell me why you sabotage all your relationships?"
"It's certainly not because I'm in love with you."
Eyes narrow in challenge. His lips are harsh and demanding; hers, even more so. When he pulls away and smiles lasciviously, she merely licks the spot where he bit her bottom lip.
"See, Foster? Can't take back the truth."
.::.
It's Emily's senior prom and she's going stag. Her smile and her dress and her radiance know no bounds.
Gillian takes pictures while Cal smothers.
As Emily pulls away in a limo shared with six other girlfriends, Cal stands on his front steps, watching the taillights flicker in the distance. A hand slides in his, clasping it gently.
He watches as she pulls it up to her mouth and kisses the back of his hand, rubs her thumb over it, then returns it to his side. He raises his eyebrow at her in curiosity.
"You looked sad. Figured you could use a happy thought."
Before her hand can slip from his, he twines their fingers and holds tight, leading her inside.
.::.
"Why are your toes ice cold and why must you always warm them against me?"
"Because you're like a little oven in my bed, it's fantastic."
"Glad to be of service to you, darling."
"Did you turn off the lights?"
"Indubitably. And I managed to lock the door all by myself."
Just as his eyes close, he's jostled by her weight on his middle and her thighs on either side of him.
"Well hullo there." His hand slides beneath the satin of her gown and up smooth legs. "And to what do I owe the pleasure?"
She bends down and kisses his collarbone, working her way up his neck.
"Just thanking you properly."
"Is this an incentive program?" She nips his ear lobe and his hips buck in response.
"You bet."
.::.
fin