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22 🍎 ao3: rosespaintedred twitter: rosespaintdred

[rosespaintedred]

Are you jealous?

summary: As soon as you get a small break from work at the Hunters Association, you rush to Skyhaven hoping to see Caleb. When your plan doesn't work out quite as you had planned, you find yourself spending some time with someone else instead. When Caleb finds out, he has a hard time controlling himself, his self-restraint finally breaking. Loosely based off Caleb's card “Verdant Wetlands”. tags: colonel!caleb, gideon mention, sxual tension, risky, making out, dryhumping, oral (fem receiving), begging, puppy!caleb, in a bathroom, pssy drunk caleb, pssy slapping, caleb loves p4nties w/c: 5.6k a/n: heyy this is my first fic in years, i luv colonel caleb sm i had to write about him :> also, english isnt my first language so keep that in mind ty!

During a short break in between missions, you managed to leave Linkon for a bit and finally visit Skyhaven, after what felt like forever. You really missed Caleb and had been looking forward to being with him once again. 

He hadn't been able to visit you as often anymore, the Fleet consumed all his time and he would be gone for weeks with barely any communication. Even when he was able to go home for a bit, he used it to get some well deserved sleep. 

You could say the same, work at the Hunters Association was hectic lately, going on missions left and right, some even waking you up in the middle of the night, leaving you with an awfully dysregulated sleep schedule. 

But not anymore, you could finally spend some time with your favorite person and decompress with whatever activity you could plan; it didn't really matter as long as you could see him and feel him close to you. 

Stepping off the train, you quickly took out your phone and dialed Caleb's number, beaming with joy as it rang, waiting impatiently for him to pick up and hear his voice, hoping to surprise him with your sudden visit. As the phone rang and rang, your smile slowly started fading. You waited until the last ring, seeing your call go to voicemail. 

“You tried to reach Colonel Xia, unfortunately I’m unable to take your call at the moment, leave a message if the reason for your call is important and I’ll get back to you.” 

You saw your reflection on your screen as it went dark, your smile long gone now and an expression of defeat taking over instead. Dejected, you let the hand holding your phone drop beside you, absentmindedly putting it back in your pocket and dragging your feet towards the station. 

It was a cold day, a warm brown jacket covered your white, long sleeve dress, while a beige scarf flowed around your neck. The tip of your nose was probably red, the chilly wind starting to numb it. You hadn't realized how cold it was before, probably because your excitement had helped you stay warm; but now you could only feel the harsh cool breeze on your skin. 

Of course he wouldn't pick up, unlike you he is actually busy, and to be fair he had no idea you were coming, you didn't tell him. 

Nonetheless, you were still hurt. The distant, indifferent tone on his voicemail felt like a bucket of ice cold water poured down on you. You weren't used to this version of him, you missed the old Caleb you grew up with, the one that cared for you deeply and was always there for you. 

Ever since reuniting with him after the explosion, you had a hard time adjusting to this new Caleb. Yes, he still looked out after you and cared for you, but there was something just so different to him. Maybe that was the image he was trying to portray now, a feared and highly respected colonel. 

You felt kind of stupid for getting all these thoughts and negative feelings, his job obviously required him to act like that, the same way yours required something similar. 

Trying to shake off all those heavy emotions you keep walking, leaving behind the station and walking downtown. Perhaps some sightseeing or sitting down somewhere could help you calm down in the meantime. 

As you kept wandering around the streets of Skyhaven, you come across a not-so-busy but cozy coffee shop and quickly rush in, as the cold outside is getting harsher by the second and you feel your extremities start to numb. You walk in, rubbing your hands together in an attempt to warm them up as you approach the counter, quickly ordering a warm drink. 

While waiting for your name to be called, you feel a strong hand on your shoulder. You quickly turn around, surprised by the sudden touch, only to find Gideon, Caleb's old friend from back at the Aerospace Academy. He gives you a bright smile and pulls his hand off your shoulder. 

“Hey! Long time no see, how you've been?” He asks, looking genuinely glad to see you. After all, he had known you for some time now, and he considered you something sort of a little sister. Spending so much time with Caleb, he probably subconsciously started to look after you the same way he did. 

“Gideon! It's been so long,” you replied, a big smile on your face. “I've been good, just a little busy with work.” 

Your talk is shortly interrupted by your name being called, you quickly walk up to the counter and pick up your beverage, excusing yourself for a moment, and making your way back to him. 

“Oh hey, looks like we ordered the same thing,” he points out, leading you towards the window counter lined with tall stools. “What a coincidence.”

You sit side by side, catching up on each other’s lives, laughing and having a good time together. You held your drink between your chilly hands, feeling them warm up slowly. It wasn't just the drink that was helping; having a kind, comforting presence made you go back to your usual cheerful self. After a rough couple of days, that was exactly what you needed. 

Although, a small part in the back of your mind couldn't stop thinking about Caleb, he was the reason you were there in the first place and you still really missed him. You could be enjoying some coffee with him and be laughing with him like this instead. 

You wondered when would be the next time you both have free schedules and be able to spend time with each other, like old times. 

Nostalgia would truly be the end of you. 

“... right now. Are you excited?” Gideon asked, looking at you with an enthusiastic expression on his face. You were so deep in thought about Caleb, you had stopped paying attention to what he was saying. A small pang of guilt shot through you, he was being very considerate listening to you and helping you, and you weren't truly present when it was his turn. 

To avoid seeming rude or inconsiderate, you quickly gave him a smile that matched his and replied, “Um… yeah! Super excited, can't wait!”

What were you excited about? You had absolutely no clue. His physical language didn't give off any hints as to what he was talking about, and you felt a bit awkward, lying right through your teeth like that. 

Gideon raised his cup up to his lips and took a sip from his drink, his eyes leaving yours and looking out the window instead. You turned your head towards the window, trying to catch a glimpse of what he was looking out for, but the streets seemed calm and uneventful. 

“Huh? Weird…” He says, putting down the cup in front of him, his body turning towards you once again, his eyes following last. He seemed to still be looking for whatever he wanted to see outside, but there really was nothing. 

It was better not to ask, maybe the thing he was looking for was something related to what he had asked you before, and you did not want to embarrass yourself like that. 

The conversation started to pick up again, this time you made sure to not let your mind wander anymore, and thankfully, he didn't bring up whatever he was talking about before. You started to have a really nice time, talking and laughing with Gideon; it really had been such a long time and you forgot how much he meant to you, your second in command when it came to playing pranks on Caleb or the only one who could save you when Caleb turned into a big meanie. 

You were laughing at some embarrassing story that happened to the both of them during their time in the academy when you accidentally spilled some of your drink on the counter, quickly reaching over to grab some napkins and try your best to clean the mess up, though by the time you were done, your hands were now a little sticky. “Wait, I’ll be right back, just need to wash my hands,” you said while getting up.

“Yeah, no problem, take your time,” he said smiling, putting his phone up, his screen lit up with an incoming call. “Need to take this anyway.”

You walked towards the restrooms, pushing open the door with your forearm as to not get the door sticky and quickly made your way inside the tiny room, pushing the sleeves from your coat up, grabbing some soap and turning on the faucet. While rubbing your hands together to lather up the soap, you hear a knock on the door. “Sorry, it's occupied!” You shout, rising off the soap and turning off the water. 

The door opens up, revealing the guy that had been occupying your every thought the whole day. His hair a little messy, probably from the wind outside, though everything else on him was impeccably in place, his look completely neat. He was wearing his colonel uniform, not a single wrinkle on it, shoes perfectly polished, and smooth leather gloves that seemed to fit his hand exactly. 

“Wha– Caleb?” You stuttered, completely taken aback. Firstly, because you didn't expect to see him at all, you thought for sure he would be completely busy today; and secondly, because he just walked into the restroom you were in! 

“What, pipsqueak? You didn't miss me?” He asked, a small hint of sadness tainted his voice and covered his eyes, making him look like an upset puppy. He inched closer to you, just towering over you, but not making any sort of contact with you, his hands glued to his side. 

“Caleb, you know that's not true,” you say in a whisper, feeling the warmth radiating off him and his gaze locked on you, making your brain short-circuit. “I have missed you so so much…”

Caleb leans down, reaching out his arms and putting them on the wall behind you, cornering you in the already cramped space. “Then how come you don't come visit me and spend time with me, like you are with Gideon?” His purple eyes boring into yours, eyebrows furrowed and his usual smile is nowhere to be found. 

“What are you talking about? I–” you mumble, but he cuts you off. 

“Don't lie, I saw you both laughing and being so close together, your hand on his arm…” he trailed off. “I haven't seen you smile like that with me in so long, pips…” 

His sad puppy look started to shift into a stern one instead, before he quickly placed his hands on your waist and picked you up, just enough to lift you up and place you on the sink. Caleb slides his hands down your hips and all the way down to your inner thighs, spreading them open and positioning himself between your thighs. 

He takes his hands off your thighs, knowing you couldn't shut them close even if you wanted to, placing them instead beside your legs on the cold tiles of the sink. 

“C-Caleb, come on! Nothing’s happening between me and Gideon!” you squeaked out, nervous by his sudden change in demeanor, you had never seen him act this way. “I wanted to come see you! I thought you were busy with the Fleet!” 

Having his face so close to yours was making you nervous and you just couldn't hold eye contact with him anymore, choosing to look to the side instead. His demeanor right now felt like back when you had first reunited with him, back when you had first met with this new persona you couldn't recognize. He looked like the boy you grew up with but something had definitely changed. 

“Why won't you look at me, pips?” his gloved hand reached out and grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look back up at him. “Do I scare you?” you finally locked eyes with him again and you're met with sad, darkened eyes. 

“Is it my uniform?” he says, leaning down towards your ear, pressing himself between your legs, leaving no space between his body and yours. A tingly warmth arises from your lower abdomen, making your breathing turn a little heavier. 

Caleb drops his hand from your jaw, using it instead to tuck some of your hair behind your ear, before continuing. “Do you actually believe I can't tell what you're thinking?” he whispers, his breath hot against your ear. 

“I don't know what you're talking about…” you reply, holding on to the last bit of your confidence before feeling his hips grind once against your core, the friction dragging out a whimper from your lips.

“No…? You think I can't feel it?” Caleb teased, his voice breathy and heavy, grazing the shell of your ear with his teeth before biting down lightly. You flutter your eyes shut, while your hands turn into fists, the skin he was biting suddenly feeling overly sensitive. 

“Come on, pips… say it, say Caleb is the only one you need…” the tone in his voice lowering, his words coming out in between short small breaths. “That Caleb is the only one who can make you smile…, the only one who can ever make you happy…”

Caleb moves away from your ear and his eyes find yours once again, silently pleading for an answer. He places his hand on the top of your head, caressing your head and running his fingers through your hair, slowly sliding his hand down to cup your face. 

You feel his gloved thumb carefully glide across your skin until he reaches your bottom lip, pressing on it until your lips are slightly parted. 

It feels good, it feels right. Everything has always felt right with him by your side. No one else could ever compare to him. No one had ever been able to fill the gap he left you with when you had first lost him, and you were now sure no one could ever take his place. “Yes, Caleb is the only one for me… he’s the only one I’ll ever need,” you replied, your voice a mere whisper against his thumb. 

There was a brief flicker in his eyes, like there was something still holding him back, quickly scanning your face for any hint of regret or discomfort, but the only thing he could see was your big, expecting eyes looking right back at him. His last bit of restraint breaks, finally grabbing your face with both hands and softly pressing his lips against yours. 

The kiss is slow and gentle, like he’s savouring it, like he’s been waiting forever to do it. 

His thumbs caress your face, the cold leather warming up against your burning face. 

Without a warning, Caleb catches your bottom lip between his teeth and pulls on it gently, making your mouth open, giving his tongue entrance to explore it. Once again, he starts off slow, enjoying what he had been dreaming of for years, while pressing his body against yours. 

You reach up and wrap your hands around his neck, the kiss slowly starting to deepen and get more heated, pulling on him with your arms to get him closer and help him get rid of the last of his inhibitions. You didn't want anything to keep holding him back, you were his and he was yours, it wasn't wrong if you both wanted it.

A breathy whimper escapes you mid kiss, giving Caleb indication that he was doing a good job, that you were enjoying the thing he had been wanting to do to you for so long. You liked him too. 

His body starts to lean down on you, kissing you with a newly found drive, though his larger frame was starting to make you lose your balance, making you have to move one of your arms off his neck and down to the sink to steady yourself. Once Caleb noticed your shift, he placed one of his hands on the small of your back, holding and pressing you against him once again, your back arched as he pushed you backwards, deepening the kiss. 

He was hungry, desperate, his kisses getting sloppier and less controlled. You could feel your lungs running out of air, he had stopped giving you small breaks between kisses, and he didn't seem like he would let go anytime soon. 

“Mhphm… C-Caleb…” you whine against his mouth, your words completely muffled. Your only reply was a growl back from him and his hand rubbing your back in a soothing way, like he was apologizing. His hips were grinding against you, dry humping you fully clothed through his uniform. 

Your head was starting to get dizzy, you had no other option but to put your hands on Caleb’s chest and push him off you, the action gaining you a groan back from him. While catching your breath you looked at him, his eyes hooded looking directly back at yours, his face covered in a slight flush that reached all the way to his ears, and red, puffy lips that showcased the hunger with which he had been kissing you.

“I- I think we've been in here for a little too long, Caleb…” you say while panting, trying to get down from the sink, steading yourself on his arm. “... someone will notice.”

Once your feet reach the floor once again, you turn around to look at yourself in the mirror, your main concern being someone seeing you leave the bathroom with a guy and looking completely disheveled. The lipstick you were wearing was now gone, though some remains were still smudged at the corners. Your lips looked similar to his, swollen and rosier in color, with some of your combined saliva still coating them. 

And with Caleb running his hands through your hair during your heated kissing session, it looked like you had just walked through very windy weather. 

Quickly you tried to smooth out your hair as much as you possibly could, not wanting your look to immediately expose what you had been doing for the past couple of minutes. Wouldn't it be incredibly embarrassing having to face Caleb’s old friend with a look that screamed “I was passionately making out with someone right before this!”? 

Right? Just thinking about it mortified you, and– 

“Hey! Are you in there?” 

Fuck! Couldn't Gideon have picked a worse moment to come check in on you?

You froze in place, your panicked reflection staring right back at you. Before you can reply back, you feel Caleb shift behind you, catching a quick glimpse of an amused look plastered on his face. 

Oh no, that was definitely not a good sign. 

You feel him press his back against yours, his hands grabbing your hips, and in one swift motion he has you bent over the sink. 

Looking at the mirror you see Caleb lean down beside you, his lips getting close to your ear once again. “Go on pipsqueak,” he whispers, his voice croaky and laced with desire. “Answer him.” 

As you made eye contact with his reflection, you were met with a hungry, expecting gaze. He was testing you. 

“Ye–” you start, though the words get stuck in your throat as you feel Caleb’s mouth on your neck, warm and wet against the sensitive skin. Before you know it, his teeth sink down, earning a hiss from you; the place where he had bitten you stung for a moment before his tongue darted out to soothe the wound he had just created. 

“What’s taking you so long? He’s waiting y’know?” Caleb mutters against your neck, starting to suck on different spots. 

At least he wasn't biting anymore. 

Fighting back your whimpers you muster up enough courage to speak up again, without making it obvious someone else was in that bathroom with you. “Sorry! Yes– “ a small moan escaping you, the mischievous guy behind you pushing his leg between your thighs, rubbing your still covered slit with his knee. 

“Um, oh…kay?” Gideon answered, sounding confused by your weird sounding reply, but not wanting to pry. “Look I just wanted to let you know something came up and I need to go, it was really nice seeing you.” 

Caleb did not like those last words.

His hands were now grasping at the hem of your dress, lifting and scrunching it up behind your back to keep it there, exposing your lower half to him. He placed his hands between the back of your thighs, and spread them open enough to fit one of his hands in between. One of his fingers hooks on your panties and pulls them aside, exposing your pussy and giving him an opening to slip one finger between your wet, slippery folds. 

The leather was back to being cold, making a shiver run down your spine from both the chilly sensation and the lewd feeling of having one of his covered fingers between your already needy slit. 

It was so so wrong, you couldn't be doing this with him when his friend was just on the other side of the door. You wanted to say something to Caleb, to tell him to stop or to wait for Gideon to leave, but the words wouldn't come out. 

You weren't sure if it was because you didn't want to make noise or because you actually really wanted him to keep going. 

It was such a turn on thinking about getting caught, and maybe that was exactly what Caleb wanted: for Gideon to catch you both and let him see who was occupying all your thoughts. 

“Don’t be rude and leave him hanging, he’s expecting an answer,” Caleb says, his tone sounding similar to the one in his voicemail, commanding and cold. 

You couldn't, there was absolutely no way you could talk when he had you in such an indecent position, doing something so vulgar almost in public. But, god, his authoritative tone was driving you crazy, you had to obey. 

“N-No problem, Gid,” you reply with your best attempt at a stable voice. Caleb slides in another finger, both digits reaching for your clit and rubbing it painfully slow. He’s stopped nibbling on your neck, choosing to focus instead on you, your expressions and your replies, influenced completely by him. 

“It was nice seeing you too–” you regret your words right as they leave you, it was definitely not your brightest idea. Caleb’s fingers leave your wet cunt, the two fingers of his glove coated with your juices, only to lay his hand flat and slap your pussy. “Fuck!” you whisper-scream, hoping it was quiet enough only for Caleb to hear. 

Maybe don't piss Caleb off when he’s jealous. 

And wearing his uniform.

“Yeah… uh, listen, Caleb was supposed to be coming over too, I thought I’d seen him but he hasn’t shown up yet. Can you please do me a favor and wait for him?” Gideon asks, the pace in his voice making it seem like he’s in a rush. Hopefully whatever it is he needs to attend to has distracted him from your painfully bad skills at staying quiet. “And tell him I’m sorry I had to leave in such a rush, please. Thank you!” his voice growing fainter as he dashed off. 

Oh god you did it, you survived. 

As long as Gideon didn't suspect something was going on in there, you could finally breathe. Or so you thought. 

While Gideon was talking, Caleb had used his palm to soothe the pain his slap had inflicted on you earlier. It hadn’t actually hurt that bad, the slight sting it gave you had only turned you on more, but you weren’t going to stop Caleb from rubbing your already aroused pussy with his colonel gloves on. It's not like you got the chance to have Colonel Caleb touching you in uniform every day. 

After Gideon had left, he had removed his hands off you entirely, your dress falling back down in place and leaving you feeling weirdly empty. 

You straightened your back and looked behind you, wondering why he had moved away from you. He was back to his sad puppy look from before, but this time he seemed more annoyed than sad. 

“Do you mean that? You loved seeing him?” he asked in a tone that almost made it sound like he was sulking. You had to hold back a chuckle, he would definitely not like you laughing at him, but he just looked so cute. 

“I had a nice time with him, Caleb,” you answered, reaching out to grab his face between your hands, making him look at you. He wasn't a fan of that answer, his face still sour. “But, no one could ever replace you, silly, I would always choose to spend time with you above everyone else.” 

“Plus, I had more fun with you in these past few minutes than I did with him while I had my drink,” you added. That answer he did like. If he was a puppy, the ears on the top of his head would've perked up and his tail would be wagging. 

He leaned down and captured your lips in a sweet kiss, ecstatic to finally be able to do that with you, he would make sure to be the only one to ever kiss you and make you feel good. 

His clean hand grabs one of yours and drags you towards the door. “Come on pips, let’s go home.”

You try to stop him from dragging you out, you probably were back to looking a mess and he was about to show everyone in that café what you two had been up to. You could die from the embarrassment.

What a crazy day you’ve had today. First you were so disappointed you weren’t going to be able to see the guy you had been thinking about for weeks, the one who motivated you to keep going; then, you bump into his friend and he helps boost your energy a little, later on the guy finds you with his friend and gets jealous, jealous enough to finally take the first step (and many other steps). And now, you were back at his place, most of your clothes discarded on the floor, except for your dress and underwear. 

Caleb had you against a wall, kissing you with such greed you could barely keep up with him. Not only were his kisses hungry, his hands were roaming your body like he just couldn't get enough of you. It was years and years of longing for you, and he could finally have you. 

The only item of clothing Caleb had gotten rid of was his hat, the rest of his uniform was still on. So unfair you were almost naked and he was fully clothed. 

One of his hands snakes down your body, reaching for the hem of your dress and lifting it enough to slide his hand in. His index finger hooks on the waistband of your panties and starts pulling down on it. 

“W-Wait!” you squeal, cutting off the kiss. Yes, he had already touched you but it still made you a little nervous to have him take them off. 

“Please pips,” he whines, looking so pathetic and needy, a big contrast with his colonel image. 

Caleb doesn’t wait for your answer, he gets down on his knees and puts his head beneath your dress, his hands grabbing your thighs and keeping them spread open, as he presses his nose on the wet spot on your panties. You feel him sniffing you, pushing his nose in as close as he can. The thin fabric doesn’t do much, his nose was tickling you as it slid between your still clothed folds. 

Suddenly, you feel his warm tongue lick a fat strip between your folds, from back to front, pulling out a loud moan from your throat. Your panties were a complete mess, damp from your own wetness and now Caleb’s saliva. 

You pull your dress up, enough to see him down on his knees with his face nuzzled on your pussy. 

“Please, can I remove these already? Please…” he mutters against your skin, his breath tickling you and making you shudder. His eyes look up at you expectantly, while he moves his face off your panties just a little further towards your inner thighs, peppering them with kisses and little nibbles. 

“Yes, wha–? Caleb!” 

Right as he hears you give him the green light, he pulls them down and throws them aside somewhere with the rest of your clothes, and immediately hooks your legs on his shoulders picking you up, making sure to keep a good grip on your thighs, his face right in front of your now exposed cunt. 

He keeps your back against the wall to hold you steady, though you still choose to wrap your legs around his neck for more stability. 

Wrapping yourself around him, pulling him closer. Oh, you had to be doing that on purpose.

Caleb was like a starving man, lapping at your sopping wet pussy like it was the first meal he’d had in days, licking up your juices and sucking on your pulsing clit. 

The noises that filled up the room were so filthy and obscene, loud slurping and squelching combined with his groans and moans. You couldn’t hold yours back either, you were being so noisy and it only seemed to motivate Caleb even more. 

You were extremely glad Caleb had no neighbors, otherwise he would be getting plenty of noise complaints. 

As he pulls away for a moment to breathe, you see his face: glassy eyes completely focused on what was in front of him, his mouth and chin shiny, coated in a mix of his own spit and your slick. 

“Bet you stopped thinking about Gideon now, right?” he asks, finally looking back up at you. “No one else can make you feel this good.”

“Did you have a rough day today with the Fleet?” you ask him back, curious about what had him so worked up. Maybe he had a bad day. 

“Are you really thinking about them right now?” His expression tells you he might be a little ticked off by your question. “The person under the colonel’s command right now is you. Watch your mouth.” 

“And when the colonel asks you a question, you answer.”  

Something definitely pissed him off in the Fleet, and then the whole thing with Gideon only added more fuel to the fire. “Yes, colonel, no one could ever make me feel good except you” you answer him, running your fingers through his hair, pulling slightly on it before continuing. “I cannot think about anyone else but you, my mind is only focused on my Caleb.” 

That was exactly what he needed to hear. “Good girl, you know I’m only taking care of you, sometimes it feels like you forget your manners.”

His head dives back between your thighs, devouring your needy cunt and making a big mess. 

You start feeling more and more desperate, that funny feeling in your lower abdomen only growing. Your hips move a little, attempting to grind against Caleb’s face, but his grip on you is a little too strong. Surely you’ll end up with bruises on your thighs. 

“Please, cum on my face, I need it,” he whines against you, his tongue darting out and slithering into your entrance, his nose pressing slightly on your clit. 

His words drive you over the edge, fingers grabbing onto his hair and pushing him closer, right before you feel your orgasm hit you. In a way you kind of rode his face before cumming right on it. 

Caleb was still busy licking you up, completely entranced with it. You were more sensitive now that you had climaxed, shuddering with every taste. 

Your thighs were still shaky after that intense orgasm, and now that Caleb was putting you back down, you were worried you wouldn’t be able to keep yourself stable enough to stand. 

Almost like he was reading your mind, Caleb picks you up bridal style and carries you all the way to the bathroom, placing you on the edge of the bathtub, and turning on the faucet. 

“You did so good for me pipsqueak, you were so perfect,” he praised, looking at you with a kind smile on his face and a hand reaching out to caress your face. “Thank you, for letting me do this with you, you don’t know how many times I’ve imagined this.” 

His words made you feel warm inside and helped reassure you that he’s been wanting and longing for you the same way you have been wanting him for some time now. Though there was still something bothering you…

“Um, Caleb… you helped me finish but I didn’t even get to touch you.” 

His gaze softened as he replied. “Trust me pips, anything you do to me is perfect, I cannot tell you how much I enjoyed watching you melt in my arms.” 

“And who says I didn’t finish?” he adds, looking a little shy. “Watching you panic in the café was enough for me, you looked so pretty getting ruined by me in there.” 

You give him a playful punch on the arm, a light blush creeping up your cheeks. 

For others he might seem like the cold, distant, not to be messed around colonel, but to you he was the boy you had grown up with, the one who knew everything about you and was always looking after you. 

“Let’s clean you up too, Caleb,” you said mischievously as you reached your hands out to grab the waistband of his pants. He does not stop you. 

[rosespaintedred]

im soso happy its actually getting some attention :') tysm to everyone who took the time to read it mwah

[rosespaintedred]

Are you jealous?

summary: As soon as you get a small break from work at the Hunters Association, you rush to Skyhaven hoping to see Caleb. When your plan doesn't work out quite as you had planned, you find yourself spending some time with someone else instead. When Caleb finds out, he has a hard time controlling himself, his self-restraint finally breaking. Loosely based off Caleb's card “Verdant Wetlands”. tags: colonel!caleb, gideon mention, sxual tension, risky, making out, dryhumping, oral (fem receiving), begging, puppy!caleb, in a bathroom, pssy drunk caleb, pssy slapping, caleb loves p4nties w/c: 5.6k a/n: heyy this is my first fic in years, i luv colonel caleb sm i had to write about him :> also, english isnt my first language so keep that in mind ty!

During a short break in between missions, you managed to leave Linkon for a bit and finally visit Skyhaven, after what felt like forever. You really missed Caleb and had been looking forward to being with him once again. 

He hadn't been able to visit you as often anymore, the Fleet consumed all his time and he would be gone for weeks with barely any communication. Even when he was able to go home for a bit, he used it to get some well deserved sleep. 

You could say the same, work at the Hunters Association was hectic lately, going on missions left and right, some even waking you up in the middle of the night, leaving you with an awfully dysregulated sleep schedule. 

But not anymore, you could finally spend some time with your favorite person and decompress with whatever activity you could plan; it didn't really matter as long as you could see him and feel him close to you. 

Stepping off the train, you quickly took out your phone and dialed Caleb's number, beaming with joy as it rang, waiting impatiently for him to pick up and hear his voice, hoping to surprise him with your sudden visit. As the phone rang and rang, your smile slowly started fading. You waited until the last ring, seeing your call go to voicemail. 

“You tried to reach Colonel Xia, unfortunately I’m unable to take your call at the moment, leave a message if the reason for your call is important and I’ll get back to you.” 

You saw your reflection on your screen as it went dark, your smile long gone now and an expression of defeat taking over instead. Dejected, you let the hand holding your phone drop beside you, absentmindedly putting it back in your pocket and dragging your feet towards the station. 

It was a cold day, a warm brown jacket covered your white, long sleeve dress, while a beige scarf flowed around your neck. The tip of your nose was probably red, the chilly wind starting to numb it. You hadn't realized how cold it was before, probably because your excitement had helped you stay warm; but now you could only feel the harsh cool breeze on your skin. 

Of course he wouldn't pick up, unlike you he is actually busy, and to be fair he had no idea you were coming, you didn't tell him. 

Nonetheless, you were still hurt. The distant, indifferent tone on his voicemail felt like a bucket of ice cold water poured down on you. You weren't used to this version of him, you missed the old Caleb you grew up with, the one that cared for you deeply and was always there for you. 

Ever since reuniting with him after the explosion, you had a hard time adjusting to this new Caleb. Yes, he still looked out after you and cared for you, but there was something just so different to him. Maybe that was the image he was trying to portray now, a feared and highly respected colonel. 

You felt kind of stupid for getting all these thoughts and negative feelings, his job obviously required him to act like that, the same way yours required something similar. 

Trying to shake off all those heavy emotions you keep walking, leaving behind the station and walking downtown. Perhaps some sightseeing or sitting down somewhere could help you calm down in the meantime. 

As you kept wandering around the streets of Skyhaven, you come across a not-so-busy but cozy coffee shop and quickly rush in, as the cold outside is getting harsher by the second and you feel your extremities start to numb. You walk in, rubbing your hands together in an attempt to warm them up as you approach the counter, quickly ordering a warm drink. 

While waiting for your name to be called, you feel a strong hand on your shoulder. You quickly turn around, surprised by the sudden touch, only to find Gideon, Caleb's old friend from back at the Aerospace Academy. He gives you a bright smile and pulls his hand off your shoulder. 

“Hey! Long time no see, how you've been?” He asks, looking genuinely glad to see you. After all, he had known you for some time now, and he considered you something sort of a little sister. Spending so much time with Caleb, he probably subconsciously started to look after you the same way he did. 

“Gideon! It's been so long,” you replied, a big smile on your face. “I've been good, just a little busy with work.” 

Your talk is shortly interrupted by your name being called, you quickly walk up to the counter and pick up your beverage, excusing yourself for a moment, and making your way back to him. 

“Oh hey, looks like we ordered the same thing,” he points out, leading you towards the window counter lined with tall stools. “What a coincidence.”

You sit side by side, catching up on each other’s lives, laughing and having a good time together. You held your drink between your chilly hands, feeling them warm up slowly. It wasn't just the drink that was helping; having a kind, comforting presence made you go back to your usual cheerful self. After a rough couple of days, that was exactly what you needed. 

Although, a small part in the back of your mind couldn't stop thinking about Caleb, he was the reason you were there in the first place and you still really missed him. You could be enjoying some coffee with him and be laughing with him like this instead. 

You wondered when would be the next time you both have free schedules and be able to spend time with each other, like old times. 

Nostalgia would truly be the end of you. 

“... right now. Are you excited?” Gideon asked, looking at you with an enthusiastic expression on his face. You were so deep in thought about Caleb, you had stopped paying attention to what he was saying. A small pang of guilt shot through you, he was being very considerate listening to you and helping you, and you weren't truly present when it was his turn. 

To avoid seeming rude or inconsiderate, you quickly gave him a smile that matched his and replied, “Um… yeah! Super excited, can't wait!”

What were you excited about? You had absolutely no clue. His physical language didn't give off any hints as to what he was talking about, and you felt a bit awkward, lying right through your teeth like that. 

Gideon raised his cup up to his lips and took a sip from his drink, his eyes leaving yours and looking out the window instead. You turned your head towards the window, trying to catch a glimpse of what he was looking out for, but the streets seemed calm and uneventful. 

“Huh? Weird…” He says, putting down the cup in front of him, his body turning towards you once again, his eyes following last. He seemed to still be looking for whatever he wanted to see outside, but there really was nothing. 

It was better not to ask, maybe the thing he was looking for was something related to what he had asked you before, and you did not want to embarrass yourself like that. 

The conversation started to pick up again, this time you made sure to not let your mind wander anymore, and thankfully, he didn't bring up whatever he was talking about before. You started to have a really nice time, talking and laughing with Gideon; it really had been such a long time and you forgot how much he meant to you, your second in command when it came to playing pranks on Caleb or the only one who could save you when Caleb turned into a big meanie. 

You were laughing at some embarrassing story that happened to the both of them during their time in the academy when you accidentally spilled some of your drink on the counter, quickly reaching over to grab some napkins and try your best to clean the mess up, though by the time you were done, your hands were now a little sticky. “Wait, I’ll be right back, just need to wash my hands,” you said while getting up.

“Yeah, no problem, take your time,” he said smiling, putting his phone up, his screen lit up with an incoming call. “Need to take this anyway.”

You walked towards the restrooms, pushing open the door with your forearm as to not get the door sticky and quickly made your way inside the tiny room, pushing the sleeves from your coat up, grabbing some soap and turning on the faucet. While rubbing your hands together to lather up the soap, you hear a knock on the door. “Sorry, it's occupied!” You shout, rising off the soap and turning off the water. 

The door opens up, revealing the guy that had been occupying your every thought the whole day. His hair a little messy, probably from the wind outside, though everything else on him was impeccably in place, his look completely neat. He was wearing his colonel uniform, not a single wrinkle on it, shoes perfectly polished, and smooth leather gloves that seemed to fit his hand exactly. 

“Wha– Caleb?” You stuttered, completely taken aback. Firstly, because you didn't expect to see him at all, you thought for sure he would be completely busy today; and secondly, because he just walked into the restroom you were in! 

“What, pipsqueak? You didn't miss me?” He asked, a small hint of sadness tainted his voice and covered his eyes, making him look like an upset puppy. He inched closer to you, just towering over you, but not making any sort of contact with you, his hands glued to his side. 

“Caleb, you know that's not true,” you say in a whisper, feeling the warmth radiating off him and his gaze locked on you, making your brain short-circuit. “I have missed you so so much…”

Caleb leans down, reaching out his arms and putting them on the wall behind you, cornering you in the already cramped space. “Then how come you don't come visit me and spend time with me, like you are with Gideon?” His purple eyes boring into yours, eyebrows furrowed and his usual smile is nowhere to be found. 

“What are you talking about? I–” you mumble, but he cuts you off. 

“Don't lie, I saw you both laughing and being so close together, your hand on his arm…” he trailed off. “I haven't seen you smile like that with me in so long, pips…” 

His sad puppy look started to shift into a stern one instead, before he quickly placed his hands on your waist and picked you up, just enough to lift you up and place you on the sink. Caleb slides his hands down your hips and all the way down to your inner thighs, spreading them open and positioning himself between your thighs. 

He takes his hands off your thighs, knowing you couldn't shut them close even if you wanted to, placing them instead beside your legs on the cold tiles of the sink. 

“C-Caleb, come on! Nothing’s happening between me and Gideon!” you squeaked out, nervous by his sudden change in demeanor, you had never seen him act this way. “I wanted to come see you! I thought you were busy with the Fleet!” 

Having his face so close to yours was making you nervous and you just couldn't hold eye contact with him anymore, choosing to look to the side instead. His demeanor right now felt like back when you had first reunited with him, back when you had first met with this new persona you couldn't recognize. He looked like the boy you grew up with but something had definitely changed. 

“Why won't you look at me, pips?” his gloved hand reached out and grabbed your jaw, forcing you to look back up at him. “Do I scare you?” you finally locked eyes with him again and you're met with sad, darkened eyes. 

“Is it my uniform?” he says, leaning down towards your ear, pressing himself between your legs, leaving no space between his body and yours. A tingly warmth arises from your lower abdomen, making your breathing turn a little heavier. 

Caleb drops his hand from your jaw, using it instead to tuck some of your hair behind your ear, before continuing. “Do you actually believe I can't tell what you're thinking?” he whispers, his breath hot against your ear. 

“I don't know what you're talking about…” you reply, holding on to the last bit of your confidence before feeling his hips grind once against your core, the friction dragging out a whimper from your lips.

“No…? You think I can't feel it?” Caleb teased, his voice breathy and heavy, grazing the shell of your ear with his teeth before biting down lightly. You flutter your eyes shut, while your hands turn into fists, the skin he was biting suddenly feeling overly sensitive. 

“Come on, pips… say it, say Caleb is the only one you need…” the tone in his voice lowering, his words coming out in between short small breaths. “That Caleb is the only one who can make you smile…, the only one who can ever make you happy…”

Caleb moves away from your ear and his eyes find yours once again, silently pleading for an answer. He places his hand on the top of your head, caressing your head and running his fingers through your hair, slowly sliding his hand down to cup your face. 

You feel his gloved thumb carefully glide across your skin until he reaches your bottom lip, pressing on it until your lips are slightly parted. 

It feels good, it feels right. Everything has always felt right with him by your side. No one else could ever compare to him. No one had ever been able to fill the gap he left you with when you had first lost him, and you were now sure no one could ever take his place. “Yes, Caleb is the only one for me… he’s the only one I’ll ever need,” you replied, your voice a mere whisper against his thumb. 

There was a brief flicker in his eyes, like there was something still holding him back, quickly scanning your face for any hint of regret or discomfort, but the only thing he could see was your big, expecting eyes looking right back at him. His last bit of restraint breaks, finally grabbing your face with both hands and softly pressing his lips against yours. 

The kiss is slow and gentle, like he’s savouring it, like he’s been waiting forever to do it. 

His thumbs caress your face, the cold leather warming up against your burning face. 

Without a warning, Caleb catches your bottom lip between his teeth and pulls on it gently, making your mouth open, giving his tongue entrance to explore it. Once again, he starts off slow, enjoying what he had been dreaming of for years, while pressing his body against yours. 

You reach up and wrap your hands around his neck, the kiss slowly starting to deepen and get more heated, pulling on him with your arms to get him closer and help him get rid of the last of his inhibitions. You didn't want anything to keep holding him back, you were his and he was yours, it wasn't wrong if you both wanted it.

A breathy whimper escapes you mid kiss, giving Caleb indication that he was doing a good job, that you were enjoying the thing he had been wanting to do to you for so long. You liked him too. 

His body starts to lean down on you, kissing you with a newly found drive, though his larger frame was starting to make you lose your balance, making you have to move one of your arms off his neck and down to the sink to steady yourself. Once Caleb noticed your shift, he placed one of his hands on the small of your back, holding and pressing you against him once again, your back arched as he pushed you backwards, deepening the kiss. 

He was hungry, desperate, his kisses getting sloppier and less controlled. You could feel your lungs running out of air, he had stopped giving you small breaks between kisses, and he didn't seem like he would let go anytime soon. 

“Mhphm… C-Caleb…” you whine against his mouth, your words completely muffled. Your only reply was a growl back from him and his hand rubbing your back in a soothing way, like he was apologizing. His hips were grinding against you, dry humping you fully clothed through his uniform. 

Your head was starting to get dizzy, you had no other option but to put your hands on Caleb’s chest and push him off you, the action gaining you a groan back from him. While catching your breath you looked at him, his eyes hooded looking directly back at yours, his face covered in a slight flush that reached all the way to his ears, and red, puffy lips that showcased the hunger with which he had been kissing you.

“I- I think we've been in here for a little too long, Caleb…” you say while panting, trying to get down from the sink, steading yourself on his arm. “... someone will notice.”

Once your feet reach the floor once again, you turn around to look at yourself in the mirror, your main concern being someone seeing you leave the bathroom with a guy and looking completely disheveled. The lipstick you were wearing was now gone, though some remains were still smudged at the corners. Your lips looked similar to his, swollen and rosier in color, with some of your combined saliva still coating them. 

And with Caleb running his hands through your hair during your heated kissing session, it looked like you had just walked through very windy weather. 

Quickly you tried to smooth out your hair as much as you possibly could, not wanting your look to immediately expose what you had been doing for the past couple of minutes. Wouldn't it be incredibly embarrassing having to face Caleb’s old friend with a look that screamed “I was passionately making out with someone right before this!”? 

Right? Just thinking about it mortified you, and– 

“Hey! Are you in there?” 

Fuck! Couldn't Gideon have picked a worse moment to come check in on you?

You froze in place, your panicked reflection staring right back at you. Before you can reply back, you feel Caleb shift behind you, catching a quick glimpse of an amused look plastered on his face. 

Oh no, that was definitely not a good sign. 

You feel him press his back against yours, his hands grabbing your hips, and in one swift motion he has you bent over the sink. 

Looking at the mirror you see Caleb lean down beside you, his lips getting close to your ear once again. “Go on pipsqueak,” he whispers, his voice croaky and laced with desire. “Answer him.” 

As you made eye contact with his reflection, you were met with a hungry, expecting gaze. He was testing you. 

“Ye–” you start, though the words get stuck in your throat as you feel Caleb’s mouth on your neck, warm and wet against the sensitive skin. Before you know it, his teeth sink down, earning a hiss from you; the place where he had bitten you stung for a moment before his tongue darted out to soothe the wound he had just created. 

“What’s taking you so long? He’s waiting y’know?” Caleb mutters against your neck, starting to suck on different spots. 

At least he wasn't biting anymore. 

Fighting back your whimpers you muster up enough courage to speak up again, without making it obvious someone else was in that bathroom with you. “Sorry! Yes– “ a small moan escaping you, the mischievous guy behind you pushing his leg between your thighs, rubbing your still covered slit with his knee. 

“Um, oh…kay?” Gideon answered, sounding confused by your weird sounding reply, but not wanting to pry. “Look I just wanted to let you know something came up and I need to go, it was really nice seeing you.” 

Caleb did not like those last words.

His hands were now grasping at the hem of your dress, lifting and scrunching it up behind your back to keep it there, exposing your lower half to him. He placed his hands between the back of your thighs, and spread them open enough to fit one of his hands in between. One of his fingers hooks on your panties and pulls them aside, exposing your pussy and giving him an opening to slip one finger between your wet, slippery folds. 

The leather was back to being cold, making a shiver run down your spine from both the chilly sensation and the lewd feeling of having one of his covered fingers between your already needy slit. 

It was so so wrong, you couldn't be doing this with him when his friend was just on the other side of the door. You wanted to say something to Caleb, to tell him to stop or to wait for Gideon to leave, but the words wouldn't come out. 

You weren't sure if it was because you didn't want to make noise or because you actually really wanted him to keep going. 

It was such a turn on thinking about getting caught, and maybe that was exactly what Caleb wanted: for Gideon to catch you both and let him see who was occupying all your thoughts. 

“Don’t be rude and leave him hanging, he’s expecting an answer,” Caleb says, his tone sounding similar to the one in his voicemail, commanding and cold. 

You couldn't, there was absolutely no way you could talk when he had you in such an indecent position, doing something so vulgar almost in public. But, god, his authoritative tone was driving you crazy, you had to obey. 

“N-No problem, Gid,” you reply with your best attempt at a stable voice. Caleb slides in another finger, both digits reaching for your clit and rubbing it painfully slow. He’s stopped nibbling on your neck, choosing to focus instead on you, your expressions and your replies, influenced completely by him. 

“It was nice seeing you too–” you regret your words right as they leave you, it was definitely not your brightest idea. Caleb’s fingers leave your wet cunt, the two fingers of his glove coated with your juices, only to lay his hand flat and slap your pussy. “Fuck!” you whisper-scream, hoping it was quiet enough only for Caleb to hear. 

Maybe don't piss Caleb off when he’s jealous. 

And wearing his uniform.

“Yeah… uh, listen, Caleb was supposed to be coming over too, I thought I’d seen him but he hasn’t shown up yet. Can you please do me a favor and wait for him?” Gideon asks, the pace in his voice making it seem like he’s in a rush. Hopefully whatever it is he needs to attend to has distracted him from your painfully bad skills at staying quiet. “And tell him I’m sorry I had to leave in such a rush, please. Thank you!” his voice growing fainter as he dashed off. 

Oh god you did it, you survived. 

As long as Gideon didn't suspect something was going on in there, you could finally breathe. Or so you thought. 

While Gideon was talking, Caleb had used his palm to soothe the pain his slap had inflicted on you earlier. It hadn’t actually hurt that bad, the slight sting it gave you had only turned you on more, but you weren’t going to stop Caleb from rubbing your already aroused pussy with his colonel gloves on. It's not like you got the chance to have Colonel Caleb touching you in uniform every day. 

After Gideon had left, he had removed his hands off you entirely, your dress falling back down in place and leaving you feeling weirdly empty. 

You straightened your back and looked behind you, wondering why he had moved away from you. He was back to his sad puppy look from before, but this time he seemed more annoyed than sad. 

“Do you mean that? You loved seeing him?” he asked in a tone that almost made it sound like he was sulking. You had to hold back a chuckle, he would definitely not like you laughing at him, but he just looked so cute. 

“I had a nice time with him, Caleb,” you answered, reaching out to grab his face between your hands, making him look at you. He wasn't a fan of that answer, his face still sour. “But, no one could ever replace you, silly, I would always choose to spend time with you above everyone else.” 

“Plus, I had more fun with you in these past few minutes than I did with him while I had my drink,” you added. That answer he did like. If he was a puppy, the ears on the top of his head would've perked up and his tail would be wagging. 

He leaned down and captured your lips in a sweet kiss, ecstatic to finally be able to do that with you, he would make sure to be the only one to ever kiss you and make you feel good. 

His clean hand grabs one of yours and drags you towards the door. “Come on pips, let’s go home.”

You try to stop him from dragging you out, you probably were back to looking a mess and he was about to show everyone in that café what you two had been up to. You could die from the embarrassment.

What a crazy day you’ve had today. First you were so disappointed you weren’t going to be able to see the guy you had been thinking about for weeks, the one who motivated you to keep going; then, you bump into his friend and he helps boost your energy a little, later on the guy finds you with his friend and gets jealous, jealous enough to finally take the first step (and many other steps). And now, you were back at his place, most of your clothes discarded on the floor, except for your dress and underwear. 

Caleb had you against a wall, kissing you with such greed you could barely keep up with him. Not only were his kisses hungry, his hands were roaming your body like he just couldn't get enough of you. It was years and years of longing for you, and he could finally have you. 

The only item of clothing Caleb had gotten rid of was his hat, the rest of his uniform was still on. So unfair you were almost naked and he was fully clothed. 

One of his hands snakes down your body, reaching for the hem of your dress and lifting it enough to slide his hand in. His index finger hooks on the waistband of your panties and starts pulling down on it. 

“W-Wait!” you squeal, cutting off the kiss. Yes, he had already touched you but it still made you a little nervous to have him take them off. 

“Please pips,” he whines, looking so pathetic and needy, a big contrast with his colonel image. 

Caleb doesn’t wait for your answer, he gets down on his knees and puts his head beneath your dress, his hands grabbing your thighs and keeping them spread open, as he presses his nose on the wet spot on your panties. You feel him sniffing you, pushing his nose in as close as he can. The thin fabric doesn’t do much, his nose was tickling you as it slid between your still clothed folds. 

Suddenly, you feel his warm tongue lick a fat strip between your folds, from back to front, pulling out a loud moan from your throat. Your panties were a complete mess, damp from your own wetness and now Caleb’s saliva. 

You pull your dress up, enough to see him down on his knees with his face nuzzled on your pussy. 

“Please, can I remove these already? Please…” he mutters against your skin, his breath tickling you and making you shudder. His eyes look up at you expectantly, while he moves his face off your panties just a little further towards your inner thighs, peppering them with kisses and little nibbles. 

“Yes, wha–? Caleb!” 

Right as he hears you give him the green light, he pulls them down and throws them aside somewhere with the rest of your clothes, and immediately hooks your legs on his shoulders picking you up, making sure to keep a good grip on your thighs, his face right in front of your now exposed cunt. 

He keeps your back against the wall to hold you steady, though you still choose to wrap your legs around his neck for more stability. 

Wrapping yourself around him, pulling him closer. Oh, you had to be doing that on purpose.

Caleb was like a starving man, lapping at your sopping wet pussy like it was the first meal he’d had in days, licking up your juices and sucking on your pulsing clit. 

The noises that filled up the room were so filthy and obscene, loud slurping and squelching combined with his groans and moans. You couldn’t hold yours back either, you were being so noisy and it only seemed to motivate Caleb even more. 

You were extremely glad Caleb had no neighbors, otherwise he would be getting plenty of noise complaints. 

As he pulls away for a moment to breathe, you see his face: glassy eyes completely focused on what was in front of him, his mouth and chin shiny, coated in a mix of his own spit and your slick. 

“Bet you stopped thinking about Gideon now, right?” he asks, finally looking back up at you. “No one else can make you feel this good.”

“Did you have a rough day today with the Fleet?” you ask him back, curious about what had him so worked up. Maybe he had a bad day. 

“Are you really thinking about them right now?” His expression tells you he might be a little ticked off by your question. “The person under the colonel’s command right now is you. Watch your mouth.” 

“And when the colonel asks you a question, you answer.”  

Something definitely pissed him off in the Fleet, and then the whole thing with Gideon only added more fuel to the fire. “Yes, colonel, no one could ever make me feel good except you” you answer him, running your fingers through his hair, pulling slightly on it before continuing. “I cannot think about anyone else but you, my mind is only focused on my Caleb.” 

That was exactly what he needed to hear. “Good girl, you know I’m only taking care of you, sometimes it feels like you forget your manners.”

His head dives back between your thighs, devouring your needy cunt and making a big mess. 

You start feeling more and more desperate, that funny feeling in your lower abdomen only growing. Your hips move a little, attempting to grind against Caleb’s face, but his grip on you is a little too strong. Surely you’ll end up with bruises on your thighs. 

“Please, cum on my face, I need it,” he whines against you, his tongue darting out and slithering into your entrance, his nose pressing slightly on your clit. 

His words drive you over the edge, fingers grabbing onto his hair and pushing him closer, right before you feel your orgasm hit you. In a way you kind of rode his face before cumming right on it. 

Caleb was still busy licking you up, completely entranced with it. You were more sensitive now that you had climaxed, shuddering with every taste. 

Your thighs were still shaky after that intense orgasm, and now that Caleb was putting you back down, you were worried you wouldn’t be able to keep yourself stable enough to stand. 

Almost like he was reading your mind, Caleb picks you up bridal style and carries you all the way to the bathroom, placing you on the edge of the bathtub, and turning on the faucet. 

“You did so good for me pipsqueak, you were so perfect,” he praised, looking at you with a kind smile on his face and a hand reaching out to caress your face. “Thank you, for letting me do this with you, you don’t know how many times I’ve imagined this.” 

His words made you feel warm inside and helped reassure you that he’s been wanting and longing for you the same way you have been wanting him for some time now. Though there was still something bothering you…

“Um, Caleb… you helped me finish but I didn’t even get to touch you.” 

His gaze softened as he replied. “Trust me pips, anything you do to me is perfect, I cannot tell you how much I enjoyed watching you melt in my arms.” 

“And who says I didn’t finish?” he adds, looking a little shy. “Watching you panic in the café was enough for me, you looked so pretty getting ruined by me in there.” 

You give him a playful punch on the arm, a light blush creeping up your cheeks. 

For others he might seem like the cold, distant, not to be messed around colonel, but to you he was the boy you had grown up with, the one who knew everything about you and was always looking after you. 

“Let’s clean you up too, Caleb,” you said mischievously as you reached your hands out to grab the waistband of his pants. He does not stop you. 

[kissofcocteau]

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