A/N: Because my angst can only be broken by humorous, fluffy UST.
Disclaimer: I don't own them, I'm not making money from this fic, blah, blah, etc.
Summary: Because Foster can make candy sexy. Cal/Gillian, drabble
Spoilers: None.

Fun Dip

"Foster, what the hell is that?"

She looked up at him with large, innocent eyes, but the quirk of her lips did not go unnoticed by him. In one hand, she held a small, brightly colored paper pouch, and in the other she grasped a small, white sugary stick. She responded, "It's Fun Dip, Cal."

"That supposed to mean something to me?" he asked, standing with a slight slouch and studying her with furrowed eyebrows. She looked to be in an unusually mischevious mood.

"It's candy," she offered.

"Course it is," he replied, amused by the simple explanation.

He took time to appreciate how she was gracefully perched on her desk. Her tight, bright red sheath dress hugged her frame dangerously closely, her excellent posture adding an alluring arch to her back.

Her smile widened as she watched his eyes travel from her face, down the smooth skin of her neck, across the line of her collar bone, the curve of her breasts, the flare of her hips. Slowly, deliberately, she took the sugary candy stick and stuck it inside the pouch. When she pulled it out, it was covered with neon blue granules of what Cal could only guess was sugar.

But he found he didn't much care about what the blue crystals were.

She raised the treat to her lips, coyly darting her tongue out to taste the sugar before closing her lips around the candy. All coherent thought left him when she lightly sucked on the stick, pulling it from her lips with a quiet pop.

"That does look rather fun," he quipped, but his hoarse voice belied the brevity of his words.

"Very fun," she smiled coyly, dipping the stick into the pouch once more.

A/N: This short, fluffy break was almost cathartic for me. I highly recommend it. =] Also, I will never be too old for Fun Dip.