#callé

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[rocedmed]

[linkecg]

Si algo callé es porque entendí todo, menos la distancia.

Gustavo Cerati - Puente

[thequeensrighthand]

Just a couple of photos from various points in Callé’s life made through the Azalea Dolls.com Scifi warrior app.

[thequeensrighthand]

The Escapade (Callé’s Side)

RP story written with @kaidin-ryscandor-ace-pilot 

Callé pulled her hood tighter around her. She had been sent by Padmé to go and find food for her and the other handmaidens. Well, really she had volunteered. She needed to get out of that stuffy Senate building. She had seen enough of it in the previous weeks since the battle on Naboo, so when Padmé asked if someone would get lunch, Callé was more than willing to go and stretch her legs. It would also give her time away from Padmé. It wasn’t that she didn’t love her best friend, because she did. However, ever since the incident with Obi-Wan on Naboo, her friend had been... smothering. Callé knew that her friend cared about her, but she just needed time.

Callé was near the store that she had found when she searched for nearby grocers when she heard a whistle behind her. She tried to ignore them, but the catcalls just kept multiplying. Their shadows surrounded her.

“Oh come on, sweetheart,” One of the harassers called out to her, “Come have a drink with us.”

Callé tried her best to keep going, trying to push through them. “ I really can’t do that. I’m on a deadline.”

“Deadlines can be extended,” this particularly creepy man said as he towered over her. Callé fumbled around with her robes in vain for her blaster.

“Hey,” a voice said, “I’d recommend that you leave her alone. Otherwise those officers over there?” He said, pointing to the Coruscant law enforcement across the way, “Will find out you’re harassing a minor.”   

“You sure about that, kid?” Another guy said, shoving the man. The man just brushed off the dirt. 

Callé knew the boy meant well, but she couldn’t stand to see someone get hurt at her expense, so she stepped in front of her would-be protector. 

“Hey! Leave him alone,”Callé said, finally finding her blaster in her skirts. “I can use this if I have to,” she threatened, but she knew it was a bluff. She’d forgotten to reload since she left Naboo, so she had enough for one shot, maybe two.

“I got this,” the boy said, getting back in front of her with his own blaster. “I say you all chill out and look over there. Seriously.”

Callé looked at the boy incredulously. That was his plan? Look over there?

It worked.

The boy grabbed Callé’s hand and ran through the streets, dragging her behind. The men followed, but the duo were faster. The boy pulled them into an alley with an abandoned speeder.

“That was close,” he said.

“Is this your speeder? Because I don’t know if my lady would condone stealing,” Callé smirked before peeking out into the streets. “They’re still a ways away, but they’ll find us eventually. What now?”

“We drive,” the boy said, helping her into the passenger’s side. Callé couldn’t ignore the fact that he had glazed over her first question, especially as she watched him hotwire the speeder. 

She gave him a concerned look. He barely looked her age. Did he know what he was doing?

“I’m a fantastic driver,” he grinned.

Callé looked at her sideways. She was in no position to complain since the boy had just gotten her out of a jam.

“Do you have any idea where you’re going?” she asked, watching the scenery whizz by. So much for getting better acquainted with the world at her own pace.

“Yeah,” the boy replied, weaving through traffic. “The name’s Kaidin Ryscandor. You got a name?”

“Callé,” she replied, “I’d shake your hand, but I’d feel better if you kept both hands on the controls!”

“Understandable,” Kaidin replied, pulling off into an area with stores. They had shaken their thugs and were safe. Callé took his hand as she stepped out of the speeder.

“Do you make it a habit of swooping in and rescuing people?” She asked as her feet hit the ground. “I hope I wasn’t interrupting any of your day plans.”

“Plans? Nah, I don’t have any plans,” Kaidin shrugged. “And, nah, I don’t make a habit of it.” He smiled, Callé caught a glint of mischief in his eyes. “Just protecting royalty.”

Callé chuckled at the boy’s presumptions. She looked down at her outfit, taking in the relative plainness of her robes today. “Oh, you’re a little mistaken. I’m not royalty.”

She was flattered, though, that anyone could think otherwise. “Well, if you don’t have any plans, maybe you could help me find some food? I was on a mission to secure lunch for my lady and those creeps just happened to derail that.”

“Well, I think you could be a princess,” He said, smiling at her with dazzlingly white teeth. “Not to worry, I know a place where you can get food.”

Kaidin adjusted his jacket and offered her his arm, “My lady.”

Callé rolled her eyes, but slipped her arm through his. “Lead the way, flyboy.”

She looked around at the buildings, finding that they extended impossibly high in bot directions. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to Coruscant,” she murmured.

“It’s a confusing place, Princess,” he replied. “But, I’ve lived here all my life. It’s rather dull.”

They walked up to a food store and Callé was immediately overwhelmed by the amount of options. She took a basket and began to rifle through the shelves, pulling off odds and ends to make a nice lunch spread for her friends. 

“Have you ever wanted to go off-world?” She asked out of curiosity. She stood on the tips of her toes trying to reach a box of Nabootian crackers, but her diminutive height kept her from barely making the shelf. She felt a body behind her as Kaidin swooped in and took the item off the shelf with ease, placing it in her basket.

“Always. I want to be a great pilot and go across the galaxy,” He said with slight blush. “A stupid dream, but a dream nonetheless.”

“I don’t think dreams are stupid,” she replied with a gentle smile. “I think the galaxy is such a place where anyone can do anything should they set their mind to it.” She paused and looked back at the top shelf, “We are our own limitations.”

“Very wise,” he responded with a smile, “But, enough about me. What about you? Who is this lady you keep mentioning?”

“Ah, my best friend,” Callé nodded, “Queen Padmé Amidala from Naboo. We’re visiting the Senate to discuss some issues with the Trade Federation. We defeated them in battle and now she needs to sort out some treaty business.”

“Oh, Queen Amidala?” He asked, showing a hint of recognition, “Ah, you’re a handmaiden, then. Maybe you should be the queen.”

Callé gave him an unamused look as she paid for her wares. “I’m perfectly happy with where I am now. I’m not the best at negotiations. Nor do I enjoy having to put on a show all the time. I admire Padmé and what she does, don’t get me wrong, but I could never be the person Naboo would need me to be.”

“If you say so,” Kaidin answered, running a hand through his hair. “I wouldn’t amount to much either.”

Callé found that hard to believe. “Nonsense. After that stunt you just pulled, you could be the hero of the galaxy,” she said, winking at him before exiting the store. “You know, we’re always looking for pilots on Naboo,” she added.

They walked a little ways towards the speeder. “Hero of the galaxy?” he asked, with a devilish smirk, “You mean the hero of you?”

“Oh, you wish,” she replied, playfully smacking his arm, trying to deflect. She carefully placed her basket on the speeder bike, turning to face him, “Do Coruscant women usually swoon when you tell them you’ll be their hero?”

“No. Do I look like the type to make ladies swoon?” He shot back, “I’m like 16, Coruscant women aren’t usually around my age.”

Callé took in his scruffy appearance, appraising him. He was attractive with his boyish charm. She just wanted to reach out and push the hair out of his eyes. “You never know,” she teased, “So, hotshot, my mission’s accomplished, but I have some time to spare. What’s fun around here?”

“Nothing,” Kaidin replied, “But I am.” With a wink, he helped her onto the speeder. “Where to? I often go near that weird temple thing. They don’t know I’m there though.”

“The Jedi Temple?” Callé asked awkwardly. She wasn’t too keen on seeing Obi-Wan again so soon. Her heart couldn’t take it. “Are you sure that’s such a good idea?”

“What can they do to us? They’re peaceful aren’t they?” he said, narrowing his eyes at her, “Unless there’s someone there you don’t want to see?”

Callé had to play it cool. “Oh, no reason. I just don’t think my lady would like it much if I get in trouble,” she shrugged. “I have no business being there really.”

“I do annoy Kenobi a lot, though,” he grinned.

Callé tried to respond nonchalantly, “I’m sure that’s not hard, from what I’ve heard.”

“I’m sure he wouldn’t mind my presence,” Kaidin said.

Callé laughed as she tucked her hair behind her ear, letting her hood fall back, “Yeah? And how do you figure that?”

“Because he would have said otherwise,” he laughed.

Cal came to the conclusion that as the passenger of this vehicle, she didn’t have much of a say in where they ended up. She hit some form of acceptance. “How often do you go there?”

“Often enough. Master Yoda knows I do, but he doesn’t say much about it,” he replied. “Maybe they’re keeping an eye on my to be a pilot for them? Oh I hope I get assigned to Kenobi.”

Cal smiled a sad smile. “I don’t know if he’ll be leaving the temple for a while. He just lost his Master and got a new Padawan,” Cal commented before quickly adding, “or so I’ve heard.”

“Ah. Well, I won’t bother him then. I could go give him a hug, but he wouldn’t appreciate it.”

“Do you know all the Master Jedi?” Cal asked curiously.

“Not by name,” he replied, “Only Yoda and Obi-Wan. We should tell them bout the rescue, maybe then they’ll let me be a pilot for them!”

“Is there a reason you want to go to the temple so badly?” Cal asked with a raised brow.

“I’m forced to live day by day as a hustler. Gambling to steal from wealthy mobsters to survive,” Kaidin told her, “It’s nice to have stability.”

“Understandable,” Cal sighed. “I have to be back at the Senate building by two, though.”

“This won’t take long,” he told her.

 She quickly found herself at the temple, with some help from Kaidin’s apparent lack of respect for speed limits. Once there, they saw Obi-Wan surprisingly by himself, staring out at the sunset.

Cal sat back in the speeder, waving Kaidin ahead, “You run along, I’ll wait here.”

“If you’re sure,” Kaidin replied before setting off towards the Jedi.

Cal casually picked through what she had bought at the store, trying to seem disinterested. She pulled the hood over her head. She gently got out of the speeder and looked out over the city. They were higher up than she’d expected to be. She could barely make out the Senate building on the horizon. She took in a deep breath before heading over to Kaidin, hood pulled over her head, hiding her face in the shadow. “Kaidin, we should probably get going. I’m expected back soon.”

“Right. Of course, course, Princess,” he told her, before looking back at Obi-Wan and adding, “Bye, dad.”

Kaidin took Cal’s hand and led her back to the speeder. She held his hand like it was her lifeline, afraid that if she let go, she would render herself immobile. She wanted to turn around and run back to Obi-Wan, but she knew better. 

“Did you do what you needed to, flyboy?” She asked softly, but the teasing didn’t have the same bite that she wanted it to.

“I did, Princess,” Kaidin said. “Oh, since we’re friends you can call me Kai instead of Kaidin.”

“Alright, Kai,” Cal said, trying his name out on her tongue. “My friends cal me Cal.” She let a silence sit for a moment before asking, “Is he okay?”

“He puts up a good act,” Kai told her, “But his eyes tell his true feelings. He’s sad, of course, scared of failing in teaching Anakin... He’s got a lot on his mind right now.”

“I feel for him,” Cal sighed. “He needs to give himself more credit, though. I’m sure Anakin will turn out fine.”

“Same here,” Kai replied. “Let’s get you to the Senate, Cal.”

They sped off to the Senate building, pulling up to where they parked the speeders. She gingerly looked over at him, not wanting to leave, yet. “Will I see you again?” Cal asked.

“Of course,” He replied, casually taking her holopad and typing on it. “I added my contact in here. So just holovid me if you’re ever free, and we’ll go do something.”

“Why do I feel like you’ll be trouble?” Cal asked with a smile as she took her holopad back, placing it in the basket.

“Well, excuuuuuuuse me, Princess!” he replied, eyes alight with mock offense. “Trouble? Me?”

Cal rolled her eyes. “Yes, you. All the trouble,” she chuckled. “Don’t make me regret meeting you, Kai.”

“Oh, Princess, I think you already do,” he winked before kissing her on the cheek.

Cal blinked at the sudden kiss, feeling her face get hot. “I...um... I should head inside,” Cal blabbered as she gathered her things and walked towards the entrance. She caught Kai waving at her before getting on the speeder again. She let the doors fall closed behind her and made her way back up to the others.

“What took you so long?” Padmé asked when she returned.

“Something...unexpected came up,” Cal replied with a knowing smile.

[thequeensrighthand]

At the Beginning

Callé sighed as she looked out the window at the Coruscant landscape. Padmé was in the other room with Anakin and she was acting as a decoy in case anyone came to visit unannounced. Becoming a decoy wasn’t something she did much these days since Padmé had become a Senator, but every once in a while she’d step in to let the Senator step out.

She tapped her hand against the windowsill as she looked down at where they parked the Senator’s vehicles and couldn’t help but smile as she saw him... Obi-Wan.

It had been years since she first met the Jedi, but her heart still skipped a beat. As if feeling her eyes on him, he looked up at her, waving at her with a small smile. She returned the gesture. She didn’t even have to wonder if he knew that it wasn’t Padmé, even at this distance. He had always had an uncanny ability to tell the handmaidens apart. She sighed despite herself, feeling the familiar ache in her chest. She knew she could never act on her feelings. Not like Padmé. Not that she judged her friend for her secret relationship with Ani, but Callé knew that she could never put Obi-Wan in that position. Not while the Jedi were so important to the galaxy. She could never get in his way. Not since she saw the good that he could do... Not since...

Callé had thought Padmé was crazy to just follow two men she had just met into a ship, Jedi or not. Sure, technically it was Sabé who gave the order since Sabé was playing queen that day, but Callé still didn’t like it. The handmaidens had all been trained in combat. Hell, Callé even knew how to fly. She could’ve gotten them to Coruscant without the need for the Jedi, or their stop on Tatooine. If she had been flying, they wouldn’t have been hit. Jedi weren’t meant for space battles.

Now they were stuck on some sand speck of a planet in hopes of trying to get the parts they needed to continue on their journey. Callé watched as Padmé left with the Jedi Master and the Gungan hoping that by the time they made it to the Senate it wouldn’t be too late. She sighed as she sat down on the ramp, watching their retreating forms and the shadows they cast under the twin suns.

“You sound like the weight of the world is upon your shoulders,” a voice said.

“Yes, well, my people are threatened and we’re stuck on a desert planet because a pair of Jedi don’t know how to make a clean getaway,” she shot back.

“Well, we do still have feelings,” the man teased as he sat down next to her. He offered her his hand. “Obi-Wan Kenobi, at your service... or disservice as you seem to think.”

“Callé,” She responded, giving her his hand. He placed a kiss on the back of her hand and her heart skipped a beat. She pulled her hand away and rolled her eyes. “My friends call me Cal.”

She turned to look at him fully. He didn’t seem much older than her. Padmé was fourteen, but Callé was older by four years. The fact that she was short made her look younger. She took in his lop-sided smile as he looked at her. She wanted to pull her hood over her face and hide, but that wasn’t who she was. Instead, she reached out to roll his silly little braid between her fingers. “Do all Jedi have these things?” Callé asked with a raised brow as she rolled it back and forth between her thumb and forefinger.

“Only the Padawan learners,” Obi-Wan explained, reaching up to take her hand. “Does your queen always use a decoy so she can go exploring?”

Callé gave him a sideways glance, “You caught onto that?”

“She seems like the type of queen to always do what she wants and doesn’t like to sit put when she could be out doing something. A lot like you, I’d presume,” he smirked.

She nodded at him, “I’m impressed, You’re more perceptive than I thought.”

“What, did you think all we Jedi do was wave our lightsabers around and look intimidating?” Obi-Wan laughed.

“Well, if it looks like a Gungan and talks like a Gungan,” Callé shrugged, but she couldn’t help the smile that came over her face. It was the first of many conversations they would have while her Queen was away. It made the minutes pass by quickly until it was time to leave the planet entirely. Callé watched the Jedi Padawan switch back into business-mode the second the ship left the atmosphere. It was almost as if a door that she was beginning to peek through had been shut in her face, but it was probably for the best. After all, she had her duty to Padmé and he had his duty to the Order. Eventually they made it back to the Senate and then back to Naboo to fix the problems themselves. After a giant celebration, she was standing behind Padmé with the rest of her handmaidens, watching the Jedi get ready to leave.

“My lady, do you mind if I head back inside?” Callé asked Padmé.

“Cal, I thought you’d want to say goodbye to our Jedi protectors,” Her best friend teased, knowing how she felt about the Jedi Padawan.

“If I’m to lose something that I never had, I’d want to do so on my own terms,” Callé replied.

Padmé gave her a sad smile and nodded, “We’ll be in the throne room shortly.”

Callé turned to leave and walked back into the building as the Jedi came over to the Queen to say goodbye.

Obi-Wan came to rest in front of the queen to scan the eyes of the other handmaidens. He turned to Padmé and asked quietly, “Where is Cal?”

Padmé gently nodded back towards the hall behind her, giving the Jedi a wink.

“Thank you, your Majesty,” Obi-Wan smiled, a slight blush forming on his face.

“Anakin, stay with the queen for a moment,” Obi-Wan had told the young boy in his charge before running through the hall to catch up with the retreating figure up ahead.

Callé heard footfalls speeding up behind her and turned to see him getting closer. As he came to rest in front of her, he gently took her hands and led her into an alcove between two pillars for some privacy.

“Shouldn’t you be leaving?” Cal asked, looking everywhere but at him.

“Cal, I couldn’t leave without saying goodbye to you,” Obi-Wan replied, gently tipping her chin up to look at him. “I’d be lying if I said I didn’t feel anything for you.”

“We both have our duties,” Cal replied sadly as Obi-Wan gently cupped her cheek.

“Cal, I-” She cut him off with a kiss before pulling back.

“Don’t,” she whispered.

“In another life,” he replied he told her, pulling her into his chest.

“In another life,” she sighed, grasping hold of this moment before it ended, grasping hold of him before she knew she’d have to let him go.

“See me off?” He asked as he offered her his hand.

She nodded, taking it and walking back with him toward her friends. She let go of his hand, going to stand next to her best friend as he collected the boy and they entered their ship. Callé managed to hold herself together long enough, not breaking apart in Padmé’s arms until after the ship was nothing more than a mere dot in the cloudless sky.

Callé still felt that same pain, more than a decade later as she looked down at him. She’d always interacted with him with nothing but platonic friendship since, doing her best to hide her true feelings. Certainly he had gotten over her by now, anyway.

Padmé emerged from her quarters to see Callé staring out the window. She followed her friend’s gaze and slung an arm around her shoulder.

“Nothing’s impossible, Cal,” Padmé told her.

“This much is,” Callé replied, turning to her friend. She gently reached out and adjusted Padmé’s headdress to make her look more presentable. Then, she called back towards the other room, “Ani, your Master is here.”

“I guess that’s my cue,” the Jedi replied as he swaggered out of the room. He gently kissed his wife on the cheek before winking at Cal. “I’ll see you ladies again soon.”

Padmé rolled her eyes, chuckling at her husband’s antics. “Goodbye, Ani.”

[thequeensrighthand]

A trip to Mandalore (Part Two)

Warnings: Smut under the cut.

Cal opened the door to her room before walking over to the window seat. She sat on it, hugging her legs to her chest as she let the breeze push the hair off her face.

Without asking, and not that he needed to, Wheatley casually walked into her room. “You know, you look really pretty by the window.”

Cal turned her head to look over at him. “You’re just obligated to tell me I look pretty because i gave you the best kiss of your life,” she smirked at him before patting the spot next to her. “This window is big enough for the two of us.”

“Hey, I’d never lie to you.” He sat down beside her. “Only kiss of my life. Glad it was with you, though. But, man I never thought I’d be so touch starved.”

She leaned into him. “Well, if you ever want to do it again, you know where to find my lips,” she chuckled as she looked out over the world of Mandalore.

“Is that an invitation?” Wheatley asked, putting on his charm. He placed an arm around her as they looked out the window.

“If you want it to be,” she flirted back as she leaned her head on his shoulder.

“Obi doesn’t know what he’s missing out on. I get to see the most beautiful sight in the world.” Ha... got her. The blush proved he had embarrassed her.

She quickly swooped in and kissed his cheek to try and fluster him. “I’m just a handmaiden. She’s a Duchess,” Cal sighed. That was essentially being nothing in comparison.

He was mildly flustered, but place his hand under her chin to tilt her head up to him. “Well, you’re a Princess. Outranks a Duchess.”

Cal caught herself staring at his lips before snapping back up to his eyes. “And what are you?” she whispered.

“Good question,” Wheatley replied. His brown eyes gazed into her blue ones, and internally he felt like a dork. However, he’d come too far now to stop himself. “A princess needs her loyal knight.”

“I’m lucky to have you.” Cal felt the moment hanging around them. She bit her bottom lip as she pushed some hair out of his face, letting her hand cup his cheek after. They had had an audience earlier when she kissed him. This felt different.

Wheatley looked at her as if asking permission. He was a gentleman after all. He leant in slightly, his surprisingly mint-like breath could be felt on her lips. Her breath could be felt on his own. His heart was racing, friends could surely do things like this and have it not be weird, right?

She knew he was waiting on her. Cal swung her leg over him, gently climbing into his lap. She gave him a lopsided grin at her awkwardness. She had no idea what she was doing, but she knew what she wanted in this moment. “I want this,” Cal whispered, biting her lip. She quickly added, “Just for right now, and here with you. I can’t promise you anything, because I still love him. But, I love you, too.”

“I know. I don’t expect such a promise, and you’re free to go whenever,” Wheatley replied, meaning every word. “Just don’t lie to me or anything. I love you, too. Not like a lover, but more than a friend. I don’t know how to explain.”

“Oh?” Cal flashed him a slightly devilish grin before trailing a row of kisses across his jaw. When she made it to the other side, she gently bit his ear before whispering, “I promise I won’t lie to you.”

Wheatley let out a very soft exhale, but his pupils were dilated, giving away his actual thoughts. This was very new, but oh so welcome.

Cal continued to kiss down his neck before sucking on a spot right under his collar. She pulled back to look him dead in the eyes as she playfully ground her hips against his. “Enjoying yourself?” She chuckled.

Wheatley bit his lip once, he didn’t want to give her the satisfaction. But oh dear Gods did he enjoy it. He let out a low growl, animalistic and full of emotion. His hands went to her hips, but he leant his had back as she attacked his neck. It was a weak spot.

Cal chuckled at his growl, moving her hips again. Her eyes were half-lidded as her eyes roamed his face, taking in the lust in his eyes. Her hands loosened his shirt a bit to give her better access to him. She leaned down to gently bite his neck, kissing and sucking her way across, but leaving marks in places where no one would notice. “What do you want?” She murmured.

“You to lose.” He realized what she was doing, so he returned the favor. Easily mover her shoulder strap to the side and holding onto his lustful noises sh she didn’t win. He swiftly flipped them so he was on top of her, pinning her down.

He trailed his lips so softly down her neck, making sure to pin her hands above her head on the seat with one of his own, keeping her out of reach. With his freehand, he gently rested it on her thigh before moving it up slowly. He growled something about “clothes in the way.” 

Cal bit her lip as she struggled against his hands. “Wheat, this is cheating,” she whined.

“Cheating?” He leant in and whispered in her ear. “I’m using what I’ve got to my advantage. Bit... I’ll play fair.” He let go of her restrained hands. “Beds are much comfier though.”

Cal exhaled at his comment. “I swear, you’ll be the end of me,” she smirked, wrapping her legs around his torso. She ran her arms up his chest and over his shoulders. She looped her arms around his neck, playing with the hair at the back of his head. She gave it a teasing tug.

“Oh, I’ll give you the end,” he joked. Wheatley was unfazed by hair play, and instead kissed her deeply. His tongue gently licked at her bottom lip, asking for entrance without actually saying it.

Cal opened her mouth to him, tangling her tongue with hers to cover up the moan threatening to spill from her lips. She pulled back to suck on his lip before going back to attack his neck.

Wheatley stifled his own moans by burins his face in the crook of her neck. He gently blew on the skin there, his breath cold. He then grazed his teeth against the spot, lightly.

Cal shivered in his arms, feeling her back arch into him. She gently ticked a line up his jugular before sucking lightly. “I’f you’re trying to seduce me, it’s working,” she teased.

“Is it?” He played innocent, but he knew what he was doing. “Oh, pardon me, Princess.”  He pretended to go to get off of her.

Cal made a slightly strangled noise in protest, sitting up on her elbows.”W-wait! Wait. Wait. Wait,” she chuckled.

Wheatley grinned back at her and got back into place. “I win,” He chuckled. “You pleaded for me to come back.”

Cal rolled her eyes at him, but smiled. “What do you want as a prize?”

Wheatley shrugged. “Whatever you feel like giving.”

“Well,” She said, looking up at the ceiling in thought,” we have multiple options.There’s this statue that Padmé gave me, there’s this nice blanket I have, there’s me, I could give you a compliment?” She smirked.

“You’re an option?” He chuckled, but then became serious. “I won’t do anything unless you want this. I don’t want you to feel forced into anything.” He rambled too much.

“Sounds like someone feels like he can’t live up to the reputation he’s built,” she smirked, getting off the sofa and taking a few steps away from him, “But if that’s the case then I can always go get the blanket...”

“No, no!” Wheatley rolled over and got to his feet, going to pick up Cal in his arms. “Beds are a better place for things.”

“Wheatley,” she said, blinking up at him, “You didn’t close the door earlier.” She realized that anyone could have walked by and would definitely have heard them making out on the window seat,  or seen them if the person was particularly voyeuristic. 

“Fuck,” he placed her on the bed and ran to the door, shutting it and locking it. He then went to the window and drew the curtains.

Cal laughed at him. “Are you expecting droids to come looking through the window?”

“Doesn’t matter,” he growled. He stalked back over to her, he wasn’t as scrawny as he had been when they first met. He was taller now, leaner.

Cal felt her breath hitch in her throat. The way he looked at her hit her hard. Her eyes trailed up his body, admiring the view. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Of course.” He sat down on the bed.

“How long have you wanted this?” She asked. The question came out small. She knew he kissed her earlier just to help her get back at Obi-Wan, but she didn’t want to take anything from him.She didn’t want him to do this just so he could brag at Obi-Wan’s expense to get under his skin.

“I...I don’t remember when it started,” Wheatley confessed. “And this isn’t just to piss off Obi-Wan.” He looked vulnerable, so different from his normal self. “If you want this, with me, I want this, too. But, if you don’t, we leave it here.” He left the choice entirely up to her.

Cal responded by threading her hands through his hair to pull him into a kiss. She kissed him, progressively getting harder as her hands tugged at his shirt. She started to kiss down his neck. “This. Off,” She said between kisses. She wanted more access to skin, to feel him beneath her fingertips.

Wheatley almost tore off his shirt and threw it to the ground. His leaned and toned body was very apparent now.

Cal’s hands roamed his chest, followed by her lips. She kissed and nipped a trail around his torso. “Force, Wheat, you’re gorgeous,” she said.

“Not as much as you,” he let out a breathy groan at her actions. “Make it fair!”

“Oh?” she smirked as she stopped kissing him momentarily to reach the end of her shirt. She decided to tease him and take the shirt off at an agonizingly slow pace.

He growled deeply, frustrated. It seemed he and Anakin had a bit more in common: impatience.

Cal tossed the shirt next to his. “Your growls make me think I’m not worth the wait,” she laughed, “If I’m going too slow for you, please, be my guest.”

“You’re worth the wait,” Wheatley replied. “I just... really can’t fight off my instincts right now.”

Cal’s eyes twinkled with a bit of mischief. “Then don’t,” she whispered, pulling him towards her to kiss him deeply. “I’ve known you for ten years. I trust you.”

“I trust you, too.” With a restrained growl, and twinkling brown eyes, he kissed her hotly. Any need for formalities was dropped.

Cal’s hands fiddled with his belt, sliding it from his pants and dropping it to the floor with a thud. Then, she reached back to unclasp her bra, letting it slide down her shoulders before turning to drop it into the growing pile. She avoided looking everywhere but Wheatley’s eyes as a self-consciousness settled in.

Wheatley gently used a hand to get to look at him. “Don’t be self-conscious. Please. It’s just me.” He gently kissed her neck once. “You’re beautiful. More beautiful than anything I’ve ever seen.”

Cal let out a moan when he kissed her neck, smiling despite herself. “You really mean that?”

“I never lie to you.” He replied softly, lowering himself so her chest was pressed to his. “I may be a hustler when I’m gambling, but here, I’m as honest as ever.”

Cal’s skin felt hot from the contact. She kissed his cheek, regaining her teasing smirk from earlier. “I think we still have too many layers on,” she whispered, nuzzling her nose against his neck.

“We do,” he agreed before quickly managing to remove his pants and her own.

Cal playfully snapped the band of his underwear before flipping them over. She straddled his hips, kissing a trail from his lips down to right under his navel.

He didn’t expect the contact and writhed from it, his skin suddenly feeling sensitive. Although, it was clear that he was very much turned on. “Ever done this before?” 

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” She smirked as she rested her chin where his thigh met his hips. In truth, she had, only once or twice before with a boy back home from Naboo. It was before she had met Obi-Wan and Wheatley, though, and she hadn’t gone all the way.

“I actually wouldn’t. I prefer to just live in the moment,” Wheatley replied. “With you, Princess.”

“Good,” She said, placing a line of kisses along the waistband of his underwear. She then kissed her way back up his body before gently giving him a squeeze through the fabric.

He couldn’t bite back the moan, he sincerely couldn’t. With an animalistic snarl, he flipped them over. This was definitely a new side of him. She had seen his normal side, his softer side, and now she was going to get a load of this.

Cal swallowed as she decided to slip her hand under the waistband, running her hand smoothly up his length. His moans were addictive and she wanted to hear more, willing to do anything to earn them again.

Her efforts were definitely rewarded. He raised an eyebrow at her and then leant over to place a delicate kiss on her collar bone.

Cal subconsciously bucked her hips against his as she gently ran her finger over the tip. It was taking everything within her to not shove the fabric down.

He bucked his hips into hers once, latching onto her neck with his mouth. He gently nipped and sucked, careful not to bruise her skin. He couldn’t get enough of her scent. She smelled like cinnamon and that drove him almost mad.

“Wheatley...”Cal moaned. She pulled her hand from him, latching her legs around his waist. She gently ground against him, creating a little bit of friction.

“Oh Force, that sounded nice...”Wheatley hissed out in pleasure. Her moaning his name was very, very arousing. He also added friction, but his was slower and more teasing.

“Maybe I’ll keep doing it if you keep going,” she replied, kissing his neck. He was definitely going to have a mark there later, but she only felt slightly bad about it. She took her hands and placed them on her sides. “You’re allowed to touch me.”

“I just wanted your permission,” Wheatley replied, immediately trailing his fingers down her left side.

She nodded before slowly sliding her hands down his back to give him a playful smack on his ass. She couldn’t help it. She chuckled, “Very firm.”

“Hm. Is yours?” He asked with a wink. His hands trailed to her breasts. Wheatley tilted his head as if asking for permission again. Boy did he want to, but he’d ask first.

Callé placed her hand on top of his and pulled it up to cup her left breast. “Well? Firm or soft?” She asked.

“Firm, but also soft,” He whispered, cupping her right breast with his other hand. “Sorry, a bit new to this.”

She claimed his lips with hers with a quick kiss. “You don’t have to apologize. Relax a little. It’s more fun that way,” she told him, but with a sharp buck of her hips against his, “Trust me.”

Wheatley relaxed and realized that he knew what to do. With a soft growl he kissed her neck repeatedly, feather-light kisses, as he gently massaged her breasts.

Cal moaned at the contact. “You don’t feel new at this,” she hissed, “you feel amazing.” Her hands explored his back, digging a little into him when he kissed one particular spot.

He picked up on that spot and gently bit down on it, once again moving his hips into hers. Their underwear was restricting a lot of things.

“Do you mind if I...” She trailed off as she tugged at his underwear. She looked up at him innocently under fluttering lashes.

“I don’t mind at all,” he purred out the words, “As long as I can return the favor?”

She swallowed and nodded, using her feet to nudge the fabric down his legs. She gently wrapped her hand around his erection and pumped it a few times, swirling her thumb around the tip each time she came up from the base.

“Fuck,” He growled out the swear word. Most people said Kriff, as it was politer, but polite was far from what he was. He carefully removed her underwear. For once, he felt self-conscious. 

Cal flipped them over. Then, she slowly crawled down his body until her face was next to his thigh. She gently rubbed circles on either thigh with her hands before casually licking a stripe up his erection. She was overwhelmed between smell and taste.

He hissed at the action, not aggressively, just surprised. Very surprised.

She gently kissed the tip with a grin. “I can stop if you want,” she teased before slowly wrapping her lips around him to take him in.

“Ah,” he breathed, “Go ahead.” He was clearly on board with this.

Cal sunk her mouth down further, pulling up when she felt him hit the back of her throat. She ran her tongue up his shaft in a back and forth motion as she pulled up.

Wheatley’s breathing was accelerated now, his heartbeat matched. He closed his eyes and let out a quiet whimper.

Cal smirked, kissing her way back up his body. “Did I break you?” she asked gently, but she couldn’t hide the spark in her eyes.

“Almost,” Wheatley panted out.

She gave him a quick kiss. “Want to break me? She whispered suggestively in his ear.

“I could certainly try,” Wheatley replied before flipping them both over. “Question is, how far?”

Cal kissed him deeply. “I want this. I want you,” she said, emphasizing the last word. If she was being honest with herself, the odds of this ever happening with Obi-Wan were non-existent. If she was going to do this and go all the way, she wanted it to be with the one person who knew her better than she knew herself. “I’m yours,” she told him. “Explore me.”

“As you wish,” he replied before gently running his hand up her thigh, rather slowly.

Cal sucked in a breath at his touch. She gently tugged his face towards her to kiss him, licking his bottom lip.

He accepted the kiss hungrily, slowly drawing patterns on her inner thigh with his thumb.

She slid her fingers in his hair as she moaned against his lips. She kissed him like he was air, her hips bucked against him.

Losing whatever restraint he had, he lowered his kisses down her body, his hand rising further up.

Cal squirmed underneath him, feeling her back leave the mattress. “Wheatley,” she groaned, hips moving on their own.

“All in good time,” he replied airily with a smile.

She shut her eyes tight and forced herself to breathe. “Okay.”

“I mean, I can’t just enter. That’d hurt,” Wheatley joked.

Cal gave him a smile. He hadn’t joked since they had started. He was relaxing. Good. “I know that, but there’s so much tension in the air you could cut it with a knife,” she said with a light, airy chuckle.

“Mhm,” he continued moving his hand upwards.

Cal reached down to play with his hair. “And your teasing isn’t helping,” she said, tapping his nose.

He smirked at her. “Oh, I know.”

“Oh?” She chuckled, tilting her head the side, taking in his smirk. “Do you want me to beg? Is that it?”

“Maybe.”

“And if I don’t give you that satisfaction?” She smirked, rubbing tight circles over his shoulder blades. She gently tugged him up to kiss him.

“I’ll still do this with you. Just a lot slower.”

She let out a groan. “Wheatley, you’re killing me.” Her voice got a little softer, placing a kiss on his cheek. “Please?”

“Since you asked ever so nicely...” He kissed her back and gently entered her with one finger.

Cal moaned against his mouth, roaming her hands over his back, reveling in the feel of his skin against hers as he touched her. 

“Is this okay?” He joked.

“More than okay,” she replied, going to kiss his neck again.

“Hm.” He withdrew his finger and then entered again. He repeated this process, debating on adding another.

Cal bucked her hips against him, half grinding herself against his hand. “Having fun?” She teased.

“Yes.” Wheatley smiled back. “Should I add another?”

Cal felt her mouth go dry. If one felt this good, then she knew two would feel kriffing amazing. “I-if you want to,” She stammered.

“Okay then.” He carefully inserted another and waited for her to adjust.

Cal’s eyes fluttered shut as she bit back a moan before nodding at him.

He repeated his previous actions, now with the added bonus of another digit. 

Cal slipped a hand between the two of them to wrap around his erection, returning the favor. She wanted to see if she could throw him off his rhythm.

Unfortunately for her, he could keep his rhythm perfectly. “Sorry, Princess. Your plan isn’t working.”

Cal pouted a bit. “Are you saying I don’t-ah,” her breath hitched in her throat as he hit a particularly good spot, “have an effect on you?”

“Oh you do. I mean, I’m still hard and very much enjoying your reactions.” He smirked when he realized he found the spot, readjusting his fingers to constantly hit it.

Cal’s eyes widened as her back arched slightly off the bed. “Please don’t stop.”

“I may have to if I’m gonna eventually place them with something else,” he joked.

Damn him, she thought. Slightly irked that he could stay so collected while she was becoming a hot wanton mess beneath him, giving him the satisfaction of knowing he could undo her. She rolled her eyes at him. “Well, if you keep hitting there, you’ll send me over the edge before we even get that far.”

“Can’t people have more than one?” He teased, not easing up.

“Wheatley, I-”she cut herself off. She couldn’t think straight. She gave him a desperate look. Her body was on the brink of becoming undone, and all he could do is smirk and hit the spot just once more. Cal’s breathing became ragged and her toes curled as she felt like a rubber band snapped inside her. She moaned his name as she came around his fingers.

Wheatley bit back his own moan at the sight, and just let his brown gaze take it all in. He smiled at her, and ever so delicately removed his fingers. They were drenched, but he didn’t mind one bit.

Cal felt her breathing steady as she looked at him with wide eyes. “I...um,” she stammered, suddenly feeling embarrassed. Even with that guy on Naboo, she’d never had that happen. “Sorry about your fingers,” she replied lamely.

“I really don’t mind, Love,” he replied. “Your pleasure means more than mine, besides... this just fuels my ego.” That last part was a joke.

Cal playfully smacked his chest, getting back out of her head. “I want to make you feel like that, too,”she said with a lopsided smile.

“Well, I think you’re more than ready for me.”

Cal nodded, rubbing her thumb across his cheek.

He placed his hands back on the bed, supporting his body weight. He leant in close and kissed her on the lips. “I’m about to enter. Let me know, okay?”

“Okay,” she whispered. She suddenly felt small under his body. 

“Wait. Ah, shit,”Wheatley sighed. “Protection.”

Cal held his hand. “I’ve been on the pill for years. It’s okay.”

Wheatley looked hesitantly at her. “I just want to make sure nothing happens on my end to get you pregnant or anything,” he paused. “I mean, if you did, I’d totally help you with anything and raise them of course...”

Great, now she was thinking about what it would be like to have kids with Wheatley. She needed to refocus both of them. Cal rolled her  eyes and kissed him hard. “Wheatley, were not going to have kids from this. Please. Keep going.”

“Alright.” His desire returned in full force and he entered her, carefully and gently.

Cal let out a hiss as he entered. Although she was more relaxed she still needed to adjust. She felt so full. After a beat, she rolled her hips against his, moaning at how he hit various places inside of her.

Wheatley understood that she was ready and began to move, his hands were on her hips as he trailed his thumbs in circles.

Cal’s head fell back onto her pillow. “Kriff, Wheatley. I don’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t this.”

“Nor was I. This morning I woke up, and this wasn’t even a possibility.”

Cal moved her hips in time with his, meeting his moves. “I’m glad it did,” she said, wrapping her legs around his hips to give him a better angle. 

Wheatley moaned softly at the feeling. This was amazing. He remembered the location of her g-spot and adjusted himself to hit it.

Cal let out a strangled cry as he thrusted into her. She bit back a moan as her chest arched up into his.

“Are you okay?” He asked, concerned at her cry. He didn’t want to hurt her.

Cal nodded. “Amazing, really. Can I try something?”

“Of course.”

Cal wrapped her arms around his neck before flipping them over. “Think you can handle not touching me with your hands?” She smirked.

He looked up at her with a proud smirk. “Devious.”

“What can I say?” She purred in his ear, “I learned from the best.” She slowly lifted herself up almost all the way before sliding back down, starting to ride him at an agonizingly slow pace.

“Ah, kriff.” He muttered. “You know what you’re doing alright.”

“Oh?” She chuckled, speeding up slightly.

He matched her movement, still making sure to pound her in all the right places.

“I always knew you’d be trouble, flyboy,” she moaned. “But,” she said, deciding to ride him fast and hard, “I want to see you lose your composure. And I’m going to take immense satisfaction in knowing that I did it. Because, force, watching you under me is one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen.”

“And you above me is the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” Wheatley moaned softly as she rode him. His compute was slipping, little by little.

Cal kept going, dipping her head down to nip and suck at his neck. She chuckled against his skin. “Oh, you are going to need to wear a long shirt after this.”

“I have plenty, Princess,” he moaned out. He felt himself hitting his limit, and eventually he couldn’t take anymore and climaxed, moaning out her name.

Feeling him twitch inside her cause Cal to follow not far behind. Her walls fluttered around him and she collapsed on his chest. She rested her head on him, listening to his erratic heartbeat.

Wheatley’s breathing calmed down and he spoke. “We need to get to the refresher in here.”

Cal nodded, sliding off him, still unable to form a full thought. Her mouth was dry. “Water?”

Wheatley, always the ever-caring friend, got up and retrieved some from the tap.

“Thank you,” She said after taking a sip. She sat there awkwardly for a second. “Well, now what do we do?”

“How about we both clean up, get dressed, and cuddle?”

Cal nodded. She looked down at herself, taking in her very sweaty body. “Do you want to shower first? Or should I?” She chuckled.

“You first,” Wheatley joked, “I made a real mess of you.”

She playfully smacked his chest, taking in his tousled hair and multiple marks she had left. “You’re one to talk, flyboy.” 

She went to shower, coming after to swap with Wheatley. Cal fixed her bed before laying down on it, staring up at the ceiling. She regretted nothing, but she wanted to know what this meant for them.

Wheatley came back and got dressed in his clothes. He just did up his jacked to cover up all the marks she had left.

“Lay with me?” Cal asked patting the bed next to her.

Wheatley sprawled out next to her. She curled up into him, laying her head against his chest. “That was...” she trailed off.

“Good.” He finished her sentence. “But now you’re wondering what this means.”

“Can’t keep anything from you, can I?” She sighed, tilting her face up to look at him. “I’m just...Confused.”

“I know,” he replied. “What we have... it can’t be defined as anything that exists. But, I know your heart belongs to Obi. Always has, always will.”

She propped herself up on her elbow to look down at his face. “But that’s going nowhere. He’s got the Duchess, and the Order, and he even if he didn’t, he doesn’t care about me,” she sighed. “I could be happy with you. I know I could if I tried.”

Wheatley looked at her, his eyes sincere and gentle. “He does care. He saw our kiss today. He was affected, I can tell.”

Cal thought for a moment. She had multiple questions, and they all seemed to tumble out. “How? I thought he was with the Duchess? Do you really think he thinks about me like that?” and then she let go of a thought that had gnawed at her. “Do you not think we could be happy?”

“Of course you and I could be happy together,” Wheatley began. “The Duchess and Mr. Stick-Up-His-Ass had a history before you, but that ship has long since sank.”

“But, she’s so pretty,” Cal sighed. “She’s elegant, confident... regal even. Do you think we should go to the dinner?”

“I think we should.”

“I don’t know if I could sit through an entire evening of him fawning over the Duchess,” Cal sighed, going over to her wardrobe. Her current clothes were not proper for a dinner with a duchess. 

“I may have stolen some clothes for you,” Wheatley confessed. “Check your bag.”

[loshabitantes013]

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