A/N: I wrote this a couple weeks ago and forgot about it! The idea came to me while I was outside enjoying the sunshine...
After knocking on her door with no answer and seeing her vehicle in the driveway, Cal decided to walk around the back of Gillian's house to see if she was outside. What he found was not what he expected…
His eyes were met with the body of Gillian Foster laid out on a beach chair. Her skin was glistening in the sun and it was covered only by a barley-there, black bikini.
"What are you doin'?" Cal asked, disbelief dripping in his voice.
Startled, Gillian half-shouted, "Oh! Gosh, Cal. Don't do that!"
Repeating himself and making it clear he wanted an answer, Cal again asked, "What are you doin'?"
"Sunbathing. What does it look like?" Gillian answered matter-of-factly.
"Sunbathing? Since when? You're never tan…"
"Well thank you very much. I don't stay out very long. Just long enough to relax. I don't want to be really tan… Just….sun-kissed."
They starred at each other for what seemed like a very long moment.
"Do you like to swim?" Gillian abruptly asked.
Cal looked behind him at the pool. "Eh, it's alright I guess. Em does most of the swimmin' when we go on holiday."
Gillian stood up and started walking toward him, but all he could see was that a small, black, well-filled bikini with long legs coming at him.
"Oiy! What are you doin'?" He unconsciously took a few steps backwards.
She kept coming at him, swaying her hips more than usual with a seductive grin on her face.
Cal stopped just short of the pool. Gillian, however, continued toward him until there were a few inches between her bikini-clad body and Cal. She lifted her hand and placed on finger on his chest. He looked down enough that she knew he was admiring the view and not paying attention.
She quickly pulled her other hand up, placed both flat against his chest and gave him a firm shove into the deep end.
When Cal resurfaced he yelled, "Bloody hell woman! What was that for?"
"You looked like you needed a swim." Gillian responded with a shrug.
"Fully clothed?" He retorted while treading water.
"Sure, why not?"
"Why not? I'll show you why not!" Cal began swimming to the edge of the pool. Fast.
Gillian reacted in a split second and took off running toward the house.
But she just wasn't fast enough.
Cal grabbed her by the waist, turned her around, and threw her over his shoulder.
"Cal! Put me down! NOW!"
"You started his Gillian. It's your own fault, and you can blame no one but yourself."
Once he was back by the pool, Gillian was flailing enough trying to get free that Cal knew there was no way he was going to successfully throw her in without hurting her.
So he jumped in with her.
When Gillian came up for air, she had revenge in her eyes. Never mind that she started it, she was going to end this.
When Cal came up, he had a playfully evil smile plastered on his face. Gillian swam over to him and shoved his head under water. Cal grabbed her waist on the way down and pulled her with him.
After a few more rounds of shoving and dunking, Gillian finally shouted, "Enough! Enough!"
They both swam over to the edge of the pool and Cal would had to have been dead not to notice the frantic rising and falling of the top half of Gillian's bikini as she sought to catch her breath, or the water rolling down from her striking face and across the swell of her chest.
"Well, I certainly was not looking for a swim when I came over; but I guess that wasn't so bad."
"We should get you out of those wet clothes…" Gillian hopped out of the pool and sashayed toward the house.
With a devilish grin, Cal hopped out of the pool as fast as he could and caught up with her.
Once they were both at the door Gillian asked, "What did you come over for anyway?"