So, I'm nearly going mad, rewatching the preview for next week's episode. This idea was borne out of that madness & sleep deprivation. It's not long, but hopefully will be entertaining.

~AW

Why had she agreed to do this? What could she possibly have been thinking?

Gillian sat, fidgeting nervously with her wedding band. Cal draped an arm around her shoulders reassuringly, and she scooted closer. They were sitting in the lobby, waiting on their meeting with the "adult film" producer.

She bit back a grimace as she saw him approach. This was so not her thing. And to top it all off, he even looked like the slimy bastard they knew him to be. From a distance she could see the grease in his hair and his fabricated smile. Even the way he walked exuded vanity.

She grasped around nervously, her hand finding Cal's thigh. She felt him flinch, surprised, but it would be too suspicious to remove her hand now. She put on her best fake smile and slipped into the role she was here to play.

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"Filming ourselves has always been a secret fantasy of mine."

Cal nearly lost it right then. This was definitely not how they'd rehearsed it. And "dear Lord" the way she was looking at him— like she was going to devour him… And then, he couldn't be sure who leaned in first, but suddenly, she was kissing him, and he was kissing her, and her hands are on his face, pulling him in closer. It barely registers in his mind that they have an audience.

They break apart, and she runs her finger along his lips. His Gillian is back. He lets out a sigh. But then she grins at him, shooting him a playful yet daring look, and he's not so sure. Who is this vixen?

He resumes the conversation, desperately trying to think of synonyms for "properly." He is talking about making a pornographic film with his best friend, and suddenly the words "tasteful" and "classy," don't seem quite appropriate. Especially since he's sitting here, breathing in the scent of her shampoo, her taste still on his lips.

He didn't have time to interpret all her body language while trying to maintain a charade for the producer, but it certainly left him with more questions than answers.

An errant thought passes through his mind, and he makes up his mind to try a little experiment. While gesturing to the producer, he "accidentally" brushed the back of his hand against her breast. She inhaled sharply, involuntarily squeezing his leg with the hand that rested there.

Cal tried to hide the smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, but he was too late. He could tell by her eyes that she'd caught on, especially as her hand crept subtly up his thigh. She planned on making it just as embarrassing of a situation for him, especially after that "accident."

He gulped. He was in trouble, and he knew it. He hazarded a glance at her face, surprised to find that her pupils were nearly as large as dinner plates, relatively speaking.

They rose to follow the producer, and Cal decided to push his luck, just one more time. They were supposed to be married after all. He put an arm around her waist, slowing inching it lower as they walked, his arm finally reaching its intended target.

To his surprise, she didn't remove it; rather she leaned up, kissing him softly. He almost bought it, but then noticed a particularly devilish glint in her eyes.

"We'll talk about this later, honey," she said sweetly.

"That we will, love," he replied. "That we will."

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So, I'm thinking this will be a two-part piece, maybe next chapter on their "talk?" I'm also considering just leaving it as is, so leave me a quick note and give me your input on that. Thanks!

~AW