So if you've gotten this notification PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE go back and read chapter 2 first. I replaced that whole chapter as well and made quite a few changes (not in plot but it is much better, trust me).

I'm not writing as much as I used to but who knows when inspiration will strike.

Fox Broadcasting is the devil. That's my disclaimer.

"What about you then?" he said as he withdrew.

"What about me what?" she asked.

"You know, any unfulfilled childhood fantasies?"

"Ha…well, if you must know, I drove my parents crazy wanting to be a firefighter."

"Oh, I know there's a story there." He laughed.

" It's silly but when I was five, there was a forest fire in the hills near our house and every day I would see firefighters digging trenches and putting out small brush fires. I thought they were the bravest people in the whole world. I mean here they were, standing their ground and fighting when everyone else was running as fast as they could. Not just fighting for themselves but for perfect strangers." The passion in her voice was undeniable.

"I wouldn't let my mother dress me as anything but a firefighter for Halloween until I was 12, big boots and all," she chuckled.

"Aye aye, very sexy image that. And why aren't you chief Foster today then, love?"

"I guess I discovered make-up and high heels? I think in the end, all I really wanted was to help people; to save them if I could, so I tried to find another way." Her fingers stroked up and down his arm lazily and she rubbed her cheek over the soft wet skin of his chest. He shifted beneath her slightly and she could feel his thickened half-erection against her belly. She tried to ignore the rush of heat coiling in her sex as her body reacted automatically to his state of arousal.

"And here you are, living the dream. Kind of makes me want to go out and track down my old pink tutu." He laughed softly, but he could feel the sudden change in her mood. He knew her responses well enough now that he could tell when she wanted him even without the aid of visual cues. There was the almost indiscernible change in her breathing, the way she shifted against him in just the right way, and the momentary tightening around his arm and against his chest.

She began exploring with new purpose. She changed position slightly and her lips began to tease at his collar bone, running lightly along his skin until she reached his adam's apple. Her teeth nipped at the hollow of his throat and he felt the steady pulse of blood to his groin intensify as he grew hard against her.

"Gill," he whispered as he tightened his legs around her and moved his hands down her back to cup her buttocks, pressing her against his rapidly swelling cock.

"Hmmm..," she mouthed against his chest, continuing her exploration by tonguing his right nipple.

"Should we move this somewhere else?" he asked, and then drew a startled breath as her teeth clamped down on his sensitive flesh.

"I like it here," she murmured as she suckled him.

Seeing no reason to argue with her, he released his legs and used his grip on her ass to push her up. Gillian placed her hands on his shoulders and moved her knees to the sides of his thighs. She rolled her hips until she felt his erection nudge against her and then shifted to let him slip inside.

The warmth of the water around them added a new element to the feeling of their movements; added a new friction and he gasped slightly at the change in sensation as she sank down on him slowly. "So I guess this means talking time is over for now?" He breathed as he reached for her face in the darkness.

"We can't talk like this?" She changed her position slightly and he moved deeper into her.

"Only If you don't mind me speaking in monosyllabic words most of the time…oh, Christ, Gillian!" She had moved quickly, using his shoulders for leverage to rise up and then cover his entire length with her body once more, sending water sloshing over the edge of the tub and sending a shock wave through his groin.

She leaned forward and her lips made contact with the side of his mouth, sliding hungrily toward his lips. He let her kiss him at her own pace. He opened his mouth but let her keep control, moving only at her invitation. She teased him with tiny nips at his lower lip, flicked her tongue invitingly against his and then moved just beyond his reach before repeating the process. All the while her body rippled around him in tiny waves as she flexed well trained muscles. Cal began to think that if she kept this up much longer he was either going to come or be slowly driven to madness.

"So, you wanted to keep talking?"he murmured as her lips retreated once more an trailed over his jaw

"Tell me why you love me," she said as she rained kisses along his cheek toward his ear.

"Who said anything about love?"

"I did," she whispered in his ear before she drew the tender lobe of it between her teeth.

It was impossible to think with his cock buried inside of her, a point he was quite certain she was aware of, so instead of thinking he let the words tumble out. "Because you're my Gillian. You're smarter than I am, sexier than I am, more everything than I will ever be and when I see myself through our eyes I feel…hope. I felt it from the minute I walked into your office eight years ago. I feel it every time you walk in the room now, and if that's not enough, you're one of two people in this world that I would gladly stand in front of bullet for." he said breathlessly. "Gillian?" She had grown still. For his part he felt as if he had suddenly been released from beneath the elephant that had been sitting on his chest for the last eight years but he wasn't really sure if she was going to kiss him or punch him. He probably deserved both.

Her arm circled his neck suddenly and she clung to him. Her voice was a choked sob in his ear as she whispered something he couldn't understand.

"I'm sorry, darling, I didn't quite get that."

She pulled away. "I said, 'you're a fucking bastard'."

"I know," he agreed, but he could tell he'd made his point. "It's a fatal flaw I'm afraid. Tragic."

Her lips were on him instantly as she kissed him with an intensity which was completely different than her playfulness of just a moment before. She began rising and falling in long slow strokes that made him shudder and claw at her back. The sweet release that seemed distant a moment ago was suddenly threatening to overtake him each time their bodies parted and merged together. Gillian's kisses became more frantic; less coordinated. She began rolling her hips in full arcs between each lifting of her body.

Their combined frantic moans and gasps reverberated off the tile and rebounded like the waves of the water. Gillian made sounds he had never heard before but they were nearly lost beneath his own desperate cries. Not even in his past interludes with Gillian had he felt such an intense and overwhelming pleasure. It felt as if every cell in his body was on fire and about to explode. His fingertips and toes tingled and twitched and he twined his hands in her hair, gripping hard as he fought to keep himself together. He wanted to call out to her, to tell her how out of control and close he was but the words weren't there. She leaned forward and her mouth came to rest against his ear. Now with each roll of her hips, his cock slipped over her pubic bone with a tiny pop and the added friction was more than he could take.

With a strangled cry he dug his fingernails into the tender flesh between her shoulders and tangled them in the damp tendrils of her hair. He came in wave after seemingly endless wave. When he thought his body should be spent, the waves only intensified as Gillian joined him in release, her muscles contracting around his pulsating member. Her tiny body quivered against him and she sunk her teeth into the sensitive skin below his ear. She too seemed to be experiencing a more powerful than usual orgasm. Without thought he quickly rolled her underneath him, sloshing untold quantities of water over the sides of the tub. Instinct took over and he thrust into her hard, spilling the last of himself with an exhausted moan.

He reached a hand between their bodies and pressed his fingers to her clit, delighted when she shuddered against him with renewed release. Finally, he withdrew from her and wrapped his arms around her. He hadn't noticed the water growing tepid. It seemed that it should be boiling with the heat of their bodies but it felt cool and refreshing surrounding his overheated skin.

It seemed to be taking an inordinate amount of time for him to catch his breath and he consciously tried to calm his racing hear as he lapped lazily at the still erect flesh of Gillian's nipple. Her hands traced limp patterns across his back and her body was flaccid beneath his.

"We can't keep doing this, you know." she said when she finally trusted herself to form a complete sentence.

"I know," he agreed quietly, still toying idly with her breast.

"It's not healthy for either of us the way we're going about this," she continued.

"I said 'I know', Gillian. You don't have to convince me." Her flesh was just so inviting that even though he was completely satiated he couldn't stop touching her.

"I deserve more than the depraved emotional larceny we've both been engaging in and so do you."

He finally raised his head as if looking at her in the darkness would finally make her understand. "I'm sorry, but what part of 'I agree with you' are you trying to argue with?"

"I…" she began and then stopped as his words sank into her.

"It's never been like this before, Cal, and I don't know how much of that is me and how much of that is you and how much of that is just us, but it's got me so tangled up I spend half the day just wanting to scream in order to hear something other than the conflicting voices in my head. I love you and I hate you for making me love you and it's killing me." The words spilled from her in a torrent.

"Glad you got that out?" he said when she was quiet for a moment.

"Yes," she said with a touch of defiance in her tone.

Silence settled over them.

"We have to clean this mess up," Cal said finally.

"I have towels, it will be fine." Gillian said, shifting beneath him.

"I don't mean the water Gillian." His voice had that deadly serious quality he only used on rare occasions and it made her shiver.

"I know," she said quietly.

"Any ideas?"

"I'll think of something," she said, surprised at the confidence in her voice.

"Gillian…"he warned

"I said I'll think of something. Let me do this, Cal. I'll find a way if you promise to just do what I tell you to do once I find it." She didn't know what had possessed her suddenly but deep inside she felt the truth of every word she spoke.

"Alright," he agreed.

"You're just going to have to trust that I will find a way, Cal and when I do, I won't have you jumping in and mucking up my repair job," she continued.

"Really Gill, you've got to stop arguing when I'm agreeing with you."

She sighed.

"Now how about you tell me why you love me and how I drive you to distraction?" He moved up to rest his head next to hers.

"Who said anything about love," she mimicked and he could hear the smile behind her voice.

"I did, darling. I did."