Caleb gets a text late at night from his favorite person. After rushing to her aid, Caleb finds himself getting more than he bargained for as his Pipsqueak tests the boundaries of their relationship in the dark corners of a seedy club.
Pairing: LaDS Caleb x MC (she/her)
Genre: Smut (with feelings); closer to "M" than "E"; 18+
CW: Mildly drunk MC convinces Caleb to dance with her; drunk grinding; dry humping; masturbation
Also on AO3
Caleb. I need you
The text flashes on his phone’s screen.
Pip-squeak, where are you?
Caleb stares at his phone, his reconstructed hand clenching around the delicate device as he waits… and waits. Finally, she starts to type. It takes a while, but eventually, she manages to drop him her current location.
Though he’s not familiar with the spot, a quick search brings up the details—a nightclub, a bit of a scandalous reputation, owner unknown, but suspected ties to the N109 Zone. His jaw clenches. Of course, his Pip-squeak can handle herself, but there’s something off about her messages.
Are you drinking?
Drunk.
He takes one deep breath, and then another, and texts back:
Stay put. I’ll be there soon.
It’s lucky he’d been meaning to stop by for a surprise visit, so he’s already nearby. If she knew how often he haunted her place, wanting with every fiber of his being just to see her, just to make sure she’s okay… she’d probably hate him for it.
But on nights like this, when she calls him for help—him, and no one else—he feels justified in his obsession.
Just a little.
The club is busy when he arrives, and he’s not dressed for it. Fortunately, he can be remarkably charming when he wants to be. The bouncer gives him a long look, eyes trailing up and down before settling on Caleb’s face.
“There’s a dress code,” the man starts to say, but Caleb already knows where this is going.
As innate as his Evol is his ability to get what he wants… at least, with anyone other than her. Caleb cocks his head, his fashionably shaggy hair falling into his eyes.
“I was hoping you’d be able to make an exception,” Caleb drawls. “I’ve just had a hell of a day flying.”
“You a pilot?” Caleb nods. The man gives him another look. “You look familiar. Have I seen you on the news or something?”
And as Caleb’s heroic misadventures are revealed, he willingly gives up the anonymity to get to her.
Once he’s waved through the door and into the dark club, his ears are immediately assaulted by the sound. Even for a pilot, who daily has to deal with the screeching peels of flybys, the club is loud. Caleb stands off to the side, closes his eyes, and feels.
He’s always been able to find her, no matter where she happens to be, ever since they were kids. This is no exception. Whether due to their childhood spent together, or the way their powers blend—seamlessly, effortlessly, powerfully—he can feel her.
When he finds his Pip-squeak, she’s being accosted by another man. Caleb immediately stands up straight, fist clenching of its own volition. He can handle this without violence, and he will, but if it came down to it… he’d throw a punch for her. Hell, he’d done so many times before.
No one gets away with bothering his girl. No one.
Caleb pulls up close and places a firm hand on the man’s shoulder. He can bring this man to his knees in the blink of an eye, and part of him wants to.
Did you think you could get away with talking to someone like her?
Thank God, the man isn’t close enough to touch her, otherwise, Caleb hates to think about what he might do. The reveler turns to face him, no doubt expecting to tell him to fuck off, but he quickly realizes that Caleb is out of his league, both in mass and height.
“Sorry, man. This your girl?”
“Yeah, she is.”
And that’s all it takes. Caleb steps around the man, and carefully gathers her against his body, both as a necessity—it is loud as hell—and because he needs it. Her hands are a little unsteady, as are her feet. She’s not just been drinking, she’s drunk.
Caleb leans in, lips close to her ear as he says, “Gotten yourself into some trouble, Pip-squeak?”
Her fingers curl into his shirt, and he can’t help but flex, just a little, as her fingertips brush against his abdomen.
“Caleb,” she manages over the music, lips brushing against his chin as she demands, “Dance with me.”
Maybe not as drunk as he’d thought? Caleb looks down at her. She’s beautiful tonight, but that’s nothing new. She’s the most beautiful girl in the whole galaxy to him. Her eyes are a little glassy, so she’s definitely been drinking, but really, did she just want him here?
He wants whatever she wants, wants desperately to give her everything that she needs, and more. He’d have come to this club with her if she’d asked. He would have needed to blow off some work meetings and take some shit from his superiors, but he’d have done it. Maybe that’s why he got a frantic half-text near midnight instead.
She never wants to put him out, never mind that he is practically beside himself with the need to be there for her, however, and wherever she wants.
Still, he can’t help but tease, just a little. His words are soft, breath trailing against her skin as he says, “I’m not much of a dancer, baby.”
The endearment slips out before he can stop himself, and though he’s not quite certain, Caleb thinks he feels her shiver against him. Or maybe she’s just cold… the outfit she’s wearing leaves precious little to the imagination, and more than half of him wants to wrap her in his jacket and take her away from prying eyes to somewhere he can enjoy her all by himself, but he resists.
Because she’s asked something of him. And Caleb aims to deliver, especially after a sweetly uttered, “Please, Caleb.”
Her cheeks are flushed, lips caught between her teeth, as she waits with bated breath for his answer. As if he could ever say ‘no’ to her. After a beat, Caleb leads her into a more secluded corner of the club. Here, the music is softer, and the space is somewhat enclosed, so he can enjoy her all to himself.
Of course, Caleb knows he’s being greedy, and that it’s not right for him to covet her the way he does. Growing up, they were something akin to siblings, and while his affection for her stretches beyond what he’d be able to express in words, he knows it’s wrong to want her the way he does.
But he does, anyway.
So much changed so quickly for them. And when she’d appeared in his life once more, breaking into his space and with all the subtlety of a supernova, Caleb knew he couldn’t let her go again. Wouldn’t. Now, he is hopelessly entangled with her, and so, it seems, is she with him.
The low beat of the music resonates through him. Caleb takes a moment to collect himself before pulling his girl close again. With her body pressed up against his, their hands clasped, he leads her through a slow dance.
Truthfully, it’s more than a grind than a proper dance. He’s thinking that maybe he’ll catch her off guard a little and that their game of cat and mouse will quickly come to an end, the way it always does. But she surprises him, instead.
As the music reaches a fever pitch, she turns in his arms and presses back. Because of the heels she’s wearing, she presses up tight against his groin. Caleb barely keeps himself from stumbling as she rolls her ass into him, and when she reaches up and back, arms locking behind his neck to hold him exactly where she wants him, he lets out a soft whine that’s immediately swallowed up by the sound of the music.
At least, he hopes it is. He’s so fucking done for her. Every time they come together, it gets a little bit harder to part. Every teasing touch, every lingering look, every softly spoken word seeps into his body, clenches around his heart, and threatens to destroy him.
But God, wouldn’t it be glorious to lose to someone like her? Whether with his life or his devotion or literally any fucking thing, he’d give it all to her. His hands slip to her hips, holding her tight as he presses back—hard and hot against the curve of her ass.
She hisses, nails scraping softly against skin as she threads her fingers into his hair and pulls. And that is entirely too much. One beat to the next, he’s got her spun and pressed up against the nearest wall, leg pressed between hers, hands on either side of her head.
He’s breathing hard, and so is she. Reaching up, her hand traces the sharp line of his jaw, and he presses into that soft touch. Her hands are cold. Is she nervous? Scared? Or something else entirely…?
She stares up at him, licking her lips as her eyes lock with his. He knows what she’s thinking because he’s thinking it too. But he’s not gonna do this right now. He can’t do this right now. So many fractured moments shared between them. So much unacknowledged. Would this just be another moment added to the list that they both tacitly ignored?
Her thumb presses into his chapped lower lip. Between the flying and the stress, his lips aren’t in the best condition, but hers… look soft, supple, and slick. If he presses his lips against hers, would he take a measure of that sweetness back for his own?
The thought of tasting her has him growing even harder in his pants, so much so that he has to reach down and adjust the length of it. She sees him. Of course, how can she not? Her cheeks are flushed, eyes downcast, and tongue trapped between teeth as she reaches out, and—
But he stops her. The soft swell of his power pins her wrists against the wall and her chin lifts, eyes defiant as she frowns. But that’s just one more step down a path that they’ll never be able to come back from. But she’s not about to go down without a fight, not his beautiful girl.
“Caleb,” she breathes just a moment before she lifts the edge of her skirt and presses down against the thigh that’s keeping her pinned to the wall. “I need you.”
Caleb swallows, Adam’s apple bobbing as he fights with his need. He wants her. Badly. Has wanted her for so much of his life now he can’t separate his sense of self from the longing. There are two constants in Caleb’s life, his need to protect her, and his desire for her, both at war with each other, for his need to protect includes from himself.
But how can he deny her, when she asks so sweetly and when her body is so hot and soft against his? His hands clench against the wall, forehead pressing into hers as he bids her, “Move.”
At first, she’s confused, and it feels like she’s gonna pull herself off of him. But he doesn’t want that. God, that’s the last thing he wants. His Evol stills her, then gently drags her forward, that soft, sensitive space between her legs slowly rubbing into his thigh. Her eyes widen as she gets his meaning.
“But Caleb,” she sweetly pouts. “My hands.”
That’s all it takes. Her hands are free from the invisible restraints, and immediately her arms wrap around the back of his neck. She doesn’t need much more encouragement than that. Her body moves, slowly grinding and sliding in time with the music, but this time, her soft moans and ragged breaths add to the sound, a sweet symphony that only she can create, and only he can hear.
If he were a lesser man, he’d pull the thin scrap of fabric from between her legs to the side, free his aching cock, and fuck her against the wall of this dark club. But he’s not that man. He’s never been that man. That particular first needs to be perfect, if it ever happens. And while this encounter will leave them both with some lasting memories, it won’t diminish the need they have for each other.
No. If anything, it will only make things worse.
She’s whimpering now, so soft as she rolls her body, her sweet core searching for completion as she sates her need in this dark space. She’s soaked through the fabric of his pants, and it takes everything he has not to reach out and slowly press his fingers into that wet-hot clutch, to feel her heat wrapped around him.
Caleb dreamed about moments like these, though he hated himself for it. Of course, he never thought that she’d seek him out like this. Not in a million years. No matter how many almosts and other stolen moments that happened between them, Caleb just couldn’t bring himself to believe that she’d want someone like him. He’s a sinner, falling at the altar of a sweet angel.
He doesn’t deserve her, but he will take every single moment shared and cling to them despite his feelings. As she moves, her body hot and lithe against his, her lips press against the exposed skin of his chest. Lips give way to teeth—a none-too-gentle rasp against his skin that’s definitely going to leave a mark.
He wants that. Want so much more from her than he should. Finally, he trusts himself enough to touch her, his warm hand lifting from the wall only to thread itself in the length of her hair as she moves. His touch is soft, soothing even, despite how his heart is rattling the cage of his chest, despite how his cock aches.
“That’s it, baby,” he sweetly soothes. “You’re so beautiful. Take what you need from me. I’m here. I’ll always be here for you.”
“Caleb,” she gasps, a broken, needful-sounding utterance that nearly breaks him.
His head dips, lips brushing against the shell of her ear as he says, “Are you close?”
“I-I yes? I don’t… Maybe?”
“Maybe?” he repeats teasingly.
She pouts at him but doesn’t stop rocking her hips. “I don’t have—Ohh—any experience with this!”
“Tell me I’m not the only person you’ve ever done this with,” he hisses softly before he can stop himself. He’s not mad. Far from it. Only, realizing that she’s never done this with anyone lights a primal spark within him.
This is dangerous. So dangerous, he thinks. And when her words—half gasp, half moan—slip free from between her lips, breathlessly admitting, “I’ve only ever done this with myself.”
Caleb finds himself somewhere between euphoria and despair. His lips press into her brow, eyes rolling back some as he demands, “Say it again.”
That does cause a small hitch in her movements, but she quickly rebounds, finding her pace once more as she leans in and murmurs against his jaw, “I’ve… only ever done this with myself.”
His words are dark, pulled from deep within as he asks, “Who were you thinking of when you did this, Pip…squeak.” That word, his nickname for her, where it once was a barrier between them, now feels more like a secret shared just between the two of them.
Her whole body shudders softly as he draws out the syllables of that word, shifting it into something else entirely.
Something more.
But his girl, she isn’t one to be outdone. The same old push and pull between them made manifest as she admits, “You, you idiot. Who else?”
The soft laugh that rumbles from his lips is entirely too self-satisfied, as is what he says next: “Good.”
He can feel her shaking her head, but instead of relenting, she rolls herself against his thigh—hips canting—as her lips press against his Adam’s apple, only for her tongue to dart out and sweetly lap at that vulnerable spot.
He gulps, and no doubt, she notices, but she’s falling back into a sweet rhythm that will bring her the completion she needs. Her eyes lock with his, hands tight in his hair as her movements become more erratic.
His eyes feel like they don’t know what to focus on next. He wants every single moment of this to imprint on his brain. No, more than that, he needs this to imprint on his soul, so that he’s less likely to forget any detail, no matter what happens to him in the future.
She’s so beautiful to him, so sweet and tender and his. Finally, her eyes roll back, and a decadent moan slips free from between her lush lips.
Fuck, he thinks. Or maybe he says it. He’s not sure what’s real and what’s in his head anymore.
When she comes, it’s his name she utters—high pitched, broken, gasping, needy—and he nearly comes from the pleasure of this moment. Seeing her, feeling her, come apart in his arms and against his body is better than imagined, and coupled with the fact that he’s the only one who’s ever made her feel like this… it’s a lot.
They hold each other as her breath steadies, and she seems reluctant to pull away. He likes that. Likes it even more when she softly admits, “That felt… so good.”
He swallows around the thickness in his throat and tries to ignore the tight feel of his cock in his pants. This is about her. Her needs. The last thing he wants is to push her further than she wants to go, even if he wants to go so, so much further with her.
But he can wait. He’s been waiting… for years. He can wait a little longer. She is more than worth it. Eventually, she peels herself from his body and adjusts her skirt. Her cheeks are still flushed, but her eyes are clear now.
She smiles at him and looks entirely too pleased with herself. “Take me home, Caleb.”
And he does.
Tonight is just another step down their long path together, and it already feels like he’s taken too much. But has he? Or has he given her precisely what she wanted?
Once they’re back at her place, she showers, and he pretends like he’s not thinking about the water cascading over her sweet body, or the way she’d moaned his fucking name as she came on his thigh. Doing his best to calm his overwrought emotions, Caleb waits for his turn to use the shower.
After towel drying her hair, he pulls himself away from her for long enough to bathe. And with her body wash sliding down his abdomen, he takes his cock in hand, bites down on his lip, and fist-fucks himself to the memory of what just happened.
He’s only marginally sated, but Caleb knows things are coming to a head between them. Sweet and innocent is no longer possible with them, but still, even knowing how badly he wants her and that he really should sleep on her cramped couch, he lets her pull him into her bed, anyway.
Rolling over in bed beside him, she tucks her arm around his middle as her head presses into his chest, and he knows that he will do anything she asks of him. Keeping her safe is, of course, paramount, and keeping her happy is an integral part of that initiative.
So, when she breathes a soft, “Sleep with me.”
What else can he do, other than exactly what she wants?
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Author's Note:
I’m such a kabedon sucker. Like put that shit into my VEINS. These two have ABSOLUTELY wrecking ball crashed into my brain, and like I don’t even go here! NORMALLY I’m not super big on childhood friends to lovers (pseudo sibs whatever you wanna call it). No hate, it’s just not my thing. Then Caleb showed up and was like, oh? Bet. AND FUCK MAN I’M SO GONE. Ugh. Anyway. This isn’t even my main fandom! But if it keeps this shit up, I think it’s gonna be lmao.
AND BEFORE anyone comes after me for using pip-squeak. I USED TO BE LIKE YOU! I thought it was hilarious. I laughed my ass off for a good 30 minutes when I heard him moaning it in that secret times clip, and then, you know what fuckin happened? CALEB HAPPENED! I tripped and fell right into the pit of obsession, and NOW I even find that damn nickname endearing. NEVER MIND when he moans it haha. BE CAREFUL! Or one day you may be just like me!!! Also I think it’s cute as fuck now, given one of the meanings of pip-squeak. *STEPS DOWN FROM THE PULPIT*
Anyway, thanks for reading! I’ve got a few other interludes planned, and I’m taking requests. If you enjoyed, I’d love to hear from you! Or feel free to share with a friend, if you’re lucky enough to have some Caleb-obsessed friends haha. Any mistakes are there because they keep me humble ;)
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After finding a lacy surprise in his washing machine, Caleb checks the security footage from his apartment in Skyhaven, only to see that he’s missed out on much more than he realized. Rushing from his home to hers, Caleb quickly realizes that his Pip-squeak is more cunning than he thought, and as the night goes on and their desires are heightened, they’ll finally stop holding back.
AKA: turbo virgins CalebMc finally get to doin’ it after some LIGHT panty-sniffy and frustration-inspired exhibitionism/voyeurism HAHA.
Pairing: LaDS Caleb x MC (she/her)
Genre: Smut (with feelings)
CW: Codependency; Pip-squeak as an endearment; Panty Sniffing; masturbation; light exhibitionism; Light Voyeurism; Cunnilingus; Penis In Vagina Sex; Loss of Virginity; inappropriate use of Caleb's Evol; MC is named Emme Sea; Caleb and MC POV
Also on AO3
Where are you? I thought you were supposed to be home by now
Caleb glances at his phone while half-listening to the meeting he’s sitting in on—his third of the day. He is supposed to be spending the evening with his girl, but one thing leads to another, and now she’s sitting in his apartment in Skyhaven all alone.
Meeting running late. Sorry, Pip-squeak. I’ll grab takeout on the way home?
☹️ Do you count as takeout? Come home, Caleb. I’m lonely, and I miss you
His heart twists at that, while other parts of his anatomy tighten… Caleb shakes his head and takes a deep, audible breath. All eyes turn to him.
“Colonel?”
Caleb clears his throat. “We need to wrap this up in the next ten minutes.”
Backs straighten as gazes lock onto the clearly unimpressed colonel. “Right, well. I was going to do an open question period, but that can be handled via e-mail…”
It takes him an hour to get home from work. He’s picked up ramen from a nearby restaurant, but when he steps into his home, all the lights in the living room are off.
She must have gone to bed.
Emme had one hell of a week at work and was fortunate to have a day off. Naturally, she wanted to spend it with him. Of course, Caleb’s time isn’t as free at the moment, but he’d walk on nails if it meant he could free up space in his schedule for her.
After sticking the ramen in the fridge, he pads through the hallways of his apartment, searching for the one person in the world he always wants to see. He checks her room—his old space—but she’s not there.
A soft light spills from within his bedroom, and he spies Emme laying there, half covered by the blankets, and wrapped up around the soft sleeping shirt he’d been wearing last night. Torn between his desire to let her sleep, and his need to see, hear, feel, taste her, Caleb stands there and stares down at her. His Pip-squeak. His first and only love.
Things have been changing between them, though he can’t quite abandon the role that he’d long since been cast in—caretaker, comforter, her Caleb. But sometimes, the walls come down, and she’ll end up in his lap, his arms wrapped tight around her as they tease and flirt and reminisce, sharing heat and space as the borders of their relationship expand.
Sometimes, it’s just like the old days, where they watch a movie, drive each other nuts, and end up falling asleep on his big sofa.
And sometimes… he’ll find himself on his knees in the shower, his Evol holding her tight against the wall, as he sucks and finger fucks her to completion as the sound of water smothers some of her cries while washing away the day, reservations, and everything else.
Being kept from her by work put him in a foul mood. She’d probably tease him for it if she was awake. Stepping close to his bed, Caleb ducks and reaches down, skimming his fingers through her hair as she softly snores on his pillow.
The love he has for her is so potent that it’s hard to think around. Tonight, his desire to keep her safe and comfortable wins out over his desire to hear her moan his name. After showering, Caleb dresses in some pajamas and crawls into bed beside her. His long arms curl around her and tug her close. She softly breathes out his name, presses back into his chest, and goes right back to quietly snoring.
Caleb leans in, breathes in deep, and lets her sweet, apple-tinged scent wash over him. Every moment spent with her is one he cherishes, and with her curled up in his arms, Caleb actually manages to sleep soundly and without nightmares. She’s his good luck charm and chases away the dark with only her presence.
The next morning, they get up together and he makes breakfast for her, while she makes the coffee. Same as always. And when she’s just about ready to head back to Linkon City, she gets up onto her tip toes and kisses him so thoroughly that he has a really hard time letting her go.
“Come visit me in a few days,” she says between breathless kisses.
“Mmm,” he replies, knowing that he has a shitton of work to do, but also knowing that he’ll blow off food, sleep, and anything else he needs to make time for her. A few days pass, and Caleb is spending the evening doing some laundry—his and hers because she always manages to leave something behind.
Which he doesn’t mind. He loves it when she invades his space. Hell, he wishes she’d move in with him, but half hates the idea because he doesn’t want her pulled into the mess of living in Skyhaven. But still… if he could have her all the time, Caleb knows he’d be able to keep her safe.
Keep her for him, and him alone.
It’s these dark, possessive thoughts that consume him when she’s been away from him for more than a few days. Having her clothes nearby is a nice reminder that he’ll see her soon and helps to keep him sane.
Taking a breath, he tries to calm down, and it almost works, at least, until he notices something strange in his washer. Something red is hanging on the inside. Caleb scoops out the fabric, thinking that maybe he forgot to switch a sock over into the dryer, but immediately freezes when he pulls it closer.
It’s not a sock.
They’re red lace panties.
Caleb swallows. When the hell had she worn this? His mind immediately flashes back to her text—he’d almost felt her pouting through the messages. Was this why? Had she dressed up for him?
Fuck.
Closing his eyes, he’s about to throw the panties back into the washer, but maybe they’re clean? He should probably check. And really, shouldn’t something this fragile be washed by hand, anyway? Caleb talks himself into circles before finally gritting his teeth and pulling the flimsy scrap of clothing close to his nose and… and…
Fuuuuck.
They’re uhh… not clean. And they smell… so fucking good, like a sweet blend of her apple-scented soap and her body’s natural fragrance. His cock is immediately and viciously hard in his pants. Like Pavlov’s fucking bell, but for perverts.
But if he’s the pervert for smelling her clothes, what does that make her, considering it seems they were left for him to find? He feels nearly fuckin’ feral with his need for her, and before he can talk himself out of it, he’s popping the button on his jeans, dragging the zipper down, and curling his length out from inside his boxers.
With her panties still wrapped around his warm hand, he grips himself, tugging once, twice, thrice before coming on his hand. It’s quick, too quick, and not nearly enough. He looks down at his hand, still gently wrapped around his dick, and stares at the cum staining her panties.
He’s gonna have to wash them now. So, he takes them into the shower and uses the panties to lather himself up with his body wash. When he’s done, they’re gonna smell like him. And when he gives them back, he’s gonna make damn sure that she smells like him, too.
But he comes down from his high quickly enough, and rational thoughts start to creep in. What if it was a mistake, and his dick was tricking him? What if she didn’t mean for him to find the panties? He towel dries the panties, dresses in his pajamas and all but throws himself onto his sofa, wrestling with his desires and insecurities until he’s a wreck.
He flicks the red scrap of clothing around his finger for a moment before he opens the HUD on his phone and remembers that he can check his security footage. He scans the footage from the last few days and finally stops when he sees her standing in his place. She makes a call—to him, likely—and tosses her phone onto the sofa in a fit of pique before dumping herself onto the plush fabric.
A few moments more, and she’s grabbing her phone, scanning through it before she grows bored and tosses it again. He skips a little, and when it comes back up, he’s utterly unprepared for what he’s about to see.
All the air leaves his lungs in a rush as he sees his girl, sitting in the exact spot as he’s sitting, topless, legs spread as her hand slips beneath the band of her lacy panties.
Caleb swallows and turns up the volume, only to be greeted with the sweet sound of her panting his fucking name.
Rubbing a hand over his mouth, he quickly rolls back to the start and finds her staring up at the camera, only to deftly tug the shirt—his oversized shirt, actually—over and off her body. No bra. A few moments more, and she’s standing, bending, shimmying for the camera as she pulls down her shorts and reveals the tiny red panties he’d found.
She slips back to the sofa. Taking her fingers into her mouth, she sucks for long moments, eyes still glued on the security camera as if she’s imagining he’s watching. Her free hand comes up and cups her breast, fingers teasing her nipples as she plucks and whimpers.
Then, she pulls her hand from her mouth, wet fingers trailing across her abdomen before descending lower… lower…
She’s slow with herself, even though she can tell she’s impatient. No, it’s not that. She’s needy. For him. And here, he’d been in a fuckin’ work meeting about expenses, when she’d been here… with half-naked and wanting.
Goddamnit.
He watches her touch herself, and at a few more points, she looks up at the camera, and it feels like she’s looking right at him. The frustration and need in her expression are painfully evident.
Where are you?
Why aren’t you here with me?
I need you, Caleb.
She does whimper his name more than a few times, sweet supplication spilling from her lips as her fingers dip and slide. And when she comes, again his name tumbles forth, sounding so needy for him that he wants to punch himself for being late that night.
But now, he’s free. Caleb checks Emme’s socials and itinerary, and she’s at home too.
Good.
He’s out the door, panties still in hand, and halfway to her place before he realizes what he’s doing. Thank God the train is running on time tonight. When he finally gets to her door, he stands there for a moment, hand in his pocket, and tightly clenched around her underwear as he fights to control his rapidly beating heart.
He doesn’t want to scare her, but his need for her is so overwhelming it’s making him feel insanely reckless. He takes a breath, and then, another. Long moments pass. Finally, he presses the doorbell to her apartment and waits.
When the door opens, and her beautiful face comes into view, his name falls from her lips. “Caleb?”
And before he can stop himself, he’s got her wrapped up in his arms, quickly urging her legs around his middle as he lifts her. His power closes the door to her apartment, after which he presses her up against it tight.
She kisses him back, confused but gamely keeping up. She’s fearless, his girl. His hand comes up and threads into the length of her hair, and only then does she realize what’s prompted this encounter—her panties are dangling from his fingers.
“Oh,” she breathes against his mouth. “Did I forget something at your place?”
His eyes roll back, forehead resting against hers as he breathes, “You’re lucky I didn’t check the security feed while at work.”
She catches his gaze and holds it, dead serious as she admits, “I wanted you to. It would have gotten you home faster.”
“God, Pip-squeak.”
Her hands slowly caress his chest, as if soothing the beast inside of him, but her words make him ache. “Caleb…”
“Mmm?”
“I want more,” she says, shimmying against his middle. It’s only then that he realizes that she’s wrapped up in a bathrobe… and nothing else.
“What do you need, baby?”
She catches her lip between her teeth before softly admitting, “You. Me. In bed.”
“And then?”
His body feels as tightly coiled as a spring, and what she says next nearly has him launching off the wall.
“You. In. Me.”
And here, he’d thought he was the feral one. As her soft mound presses into his stomach, nails scraping along the line of his shirt only to dip beneath and tease his sternum, Caleb realizes that maybe he was the one who’d fallen into her trap.
His answering grin is fierce and supremely satisfied. “Happy to oblige.”
____
Emme is not entirely surprised when Caleb shows up at her apartment. She’s been waiting for this moment. Waiting and hoping.
Maybe he’s here to check in on me… she thinks, but the moment she opens the door, she knows he’s found her ‘gift’ for him. It doesn’t take him long before he’s trudging them both through her small home, furiously kicking off his shoes as he tries to make his way deeper into her living space.
A few times along the way, he pauses to press her into the wall and kiss her senseless.
Ahh… maybe I’ve pushed him too far this time…
Still, she can’t help but tease. “Did you like the video?”
“I loved it,” he drawls between hungry kisses. “I wish I’d checked it sooner.”
“I thought you always checked in on me while at work?”
“I do, and I did. But I checked earlier that day. Before you called.”
She pouts. “Too bad. Could have turned that meeting into something really interesting.”
His demeanor shifts a bit, and the expression on his face is anything but amused. “Would’a been real inconvenient for me.”
“Oh?”
“Hidin’ all those bodies after they saw you like that…”
“Caleb!”
He chuckles softly, but she gets it because she feels the same. Hell, she’s found herself wanting to claw the eyes out of any onlooker as they covetously stare at her Caleb. Now, there’ll be no going back. They’ll possess each other so completely that neither will even consider the thought that they aren’t meant to be together.
Forever.
And Emme thinks her plan is going swimmingly, at least, until Caleb softly curses and lets her slip from his waist.
“Shit.”
“What?”
He shakes his head and frowns. “Thought I had this all planned out, but I forgot something.”
“What?”
“Condoms.”
Emme lets out a short laugh. “Missing the forest for the trees, eh, flyboy?”
Caleb rubs a hand over his face and is halfway through apologizing for… everything and this, but Emme interrupts him.
“You might not be prepared,” she murmurs while sliding his hand over her forearm. “But I am.”
With his fingers beneath hers, she presses so he can feel the subdermal implant.
“Wha..?”
Rolling her eyes, she explains, “Look, I know things can be kind of weird between us because of… well. You know. Everything. But I thought it would be better to be prepared.”
“You’ve been planning on having sex with me?” he says, sounding shocked even though he’d come over to her place with the intention of having sex with her if she wanted to.
“God, Caleb. Are you telling me you just watched me finger myself on your security camera and then were wondering whether I’ve been thinking about having sex with you? Seriously? How is that even a question right now?”
Her cheeks are burning, but her annoyance blocks out any embarrassment. Of course, she’d been thinking about Caleb and sex. He’s eaten her out literally every single time they’ve been together, never mind all the other things he does—and he expects so little in return.
And she… well, she’s been wanting more. Wanting to experience what the thick length of him inside of her would feel like. She’s greedy and needy, wanting to see the way his eyes linger on her body, the flush in his cheeks, and the way his ears get red when he’s embarrassed… and aroused.
She’s wanted him for a long time, if she’s being honest, but wanting and acting are two separate things. Then, she’d gone to visit him in Skyhaven, and been extra amorous given the time of her cycle it happened to be, and now… he is here, desperate and horny. So, it might not have been the best plan in the world, but it did work.
Still, she’s incredulous as he says, “I kind of thought that maybe you were just pitying me.”
“Good God, Caleb. We’ve done nearly everything except have sex, willingly and quite enthusiastically on both our parts, and you thought… Look, you think I’m naïve and don’t understand the depth of your feelings for me, but it goes both ways. I’m not… I’m not good at expressing my emotions.” He snorts, and she glares. “Anger and annoyance don’t count. And that’s not… those aren’t the kind of feelings I’m talking about.”
“Tell me, Pip-squeak.”
Emme nibbles her lips and huffs softly. “Look, Caleb. You know I love you. I’ve always loved you, but when I lost you, I… It hurt me so bad that I wasn’t sure if I could go on… you know, living. It was a lot. And now… You’re my Caleb, and I want you in every way that I can have you.”
“Do you know what you’re saying?”
“You came all the way here to have sex with me, and now you’re questioning my resolve?”
“Emme,” he growls softly. “This isn’t a game.”
“I know that, Caleb! So stop being a dummy and listen to me because I’m telling you that I love you, and I want to spend the rest of… whatever with you. A hundred years, a thousand—forever and a day, if we can manage it.”
Caleb takes a breath, nose flaring a little. His jaw clenches, hands curling into fists at his sides, and for a moment, Emme thinks he looks confused.
I thought he’d be happy about this…
But then, his power reaches out, and in one breathless moment to the next, she’s being lifted, legs wrapping of their own accord around his middle. Dipping his head, Caleb presses his face into the length of her hair and breathes deep. She holds him back, just as tight, fingers gently soothing as he takes a moment to really come to understand what she’s saying, and what she needs.
“Pip-squeak,” he says, voice breaking some as his lips skim against her skin. “I’ve wanted you for so long, I just…”
“Mmm, I’ve always been yours,” she murmurs. “Yours, and only yours. So, give me what we both need.”
Caleb lets out a shaky breath before carrying her over to the bed. He uses his Evol to pull the sheets back, and he’s so careful with her as he sets her on the mattress. But she doesn’t want careful. She wants him. Badly.
“Caleb,” she softly calls his name while sliding back into the pillows as his eyes roam. “You don’t have to hold back anymore…”
“Ahh,” he groans, “that’s such a dangerous thing to say to a man like me.”
Her eyelids flutter, legs parting to give him better access as she murmurs, “I know you’d never hurt me. So… let’s go further.”
“How far?”
He wants her to be clear, so she indulges him. “I want all of you inside of me. Don’t stop… until we both feel it.”
He looks down, and for a moment, he almost looks sheepish. “What if I suck at this?”
“Oh, Caleb,” she says while reaching out to him. “You’re good at anything you put your mind to. You can be good for me, right?”
He pulls a shaky breath between parted, rough lips, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows hard. She wants to follow that motion with her tongue, to thread her fingers into his thick hair and hold tight as he grinds his length against her, dig her nails into the muscles of his back to mark him as her own.
Caleb is so wrapped up in his own self-loathing that he has a hard time seeing the truth—that she is just as crazy in love with him as he is with her.
“Tell me… if you need me to stop.”
“What I need is for you to come here. Be with me. C’mon. We’ll do this together.”
Caleb edges closer to the bed, and though she’s already comfy in the pillows, Emme pushes herself up and out, and slides over to the edge so that she can peel the sweatpants from his hips.
“Did you wear these for me?” she teases.
Caleb shakes his head. “I was only half-sentient when I slipped my clothes on.”
“Because of the panties?”
“The panties, the surveillance footage. You.”
And maybe it’s a bit twisted, but it makes her heart beat faster in her chest, and her body tingle when he admits that he’s watched her. Of course, they always keep tabs on each other, so it wasn’t like she didn’t know he’d find out.
She’d wanted him to see her like that. Wanted to push him just a little further than they’d already gone, in hopes that she’d be able to get him to come to her. All she ever had to do was call and ask, and he’d answer—on the second ring—and be ready to do whatever she wanted.
But this was different from before. She wanted him to want her. Not because he felt obliged to do what she wanted, but because he wanted it, too.
He’s hard beneath the soft fabric of his pants. Her eyes trail over the bulge. She knows what he looks like, knows the feel of him against her palm and her body—but taking him inside of her? That’ll be new. Emme rolls her eyes up, eyelashes fluttering as she hooks her thumbs in the waistband of his pants and works them over his hips.
His dick bobs as it slips free. She bites her lips. There are so many things she wants to do right now, but at the top of the list is ‘Sex with Caleb,’ so that comes first. Still, she can’t stop herself from reaching out and gently cupping his sac before trailing her fingers over his length. Caleb stutter-steps out of his pants, cheeks and ears flushing as she catches him off guard.
Leaning back, she lets the housecoat fall open and slide away. It was a good thing he caught her after a shower; she’s ready for him. His shirt comes off next, and even though it’s certainly not the first time she’s seen him like this, she can’t help but think how good he looks.
Hell, sometimes when he’s doing laundry, he’ll walk around in nothing but a towel, the necklace she gave him, and a smile. But the look of him nude combined with the sultry look on her face is making her body achy with need. Emme bites her lip and stares, eyes traveling from the top of his dark head to his neck, his chest, his abdomen… and lower…
Every part of him looks good enough to eat, and he stands there and lets her look her fill. Finally, she slides back on her arms and smiles up at him.
“Come here.”
He does, that big body of his inching up onto her bed and covering hers completely. For a moment, they just hold each other and just enjoy the soft comfort of being together. But then, her fingers start to twitch, and his lips start to trail, and soon enough, his dark head is between her thighs.
He’s gotten ohh sooo good at this. Between the sweet sucking of his lips and the luscious licks from his tongue, coupled with the gentle thrusting of his fingers, he’s got her rolling before she even knows what’s what. But she finds it’s easy to lose herself when she’s with him. Even his mere scent drives her crazy, and when that combines with touch and soft words and ohhh the sweet tingle of his power as he holds her exactly where he wants her, how can she resist?
Finally, when he’s got her to the point that she nearly has to push him off because she’s so sensitized, his head pops up and he looks at her, lips gleaming as he obviously waits to be told what to do next. As if she knows!
“We’re gonna have to figure this out together,” she murmurs.
Caleb rubs his cheek on the inside of her thigh, lips turning into the soft flesh there as he gently kisses the hickey he left behind.
“Do you think you’re ready?”
“Are you?”
Caleb chokes. “God. I dunno. I think I’m gonna go insane.”
Good, she thinks. Then he is ready. Because she wants him so badly, she can hardly think straight. But still, this is new and a little scary, but it’s Caleb, so she knows it’ll be okay.
“Go slow?”
“Whatever you need,” he says while shifting his body between hers.
His dick juts up between them, and she understands why he’s feeling a bit crazy. He’s hard as hell, and the tip is leaking… Reaching down, she softly thumbs the top, which earns her a groan.
“Let’s… do this.” It’s kind of a ridiculous thing to say, but Caleb only chuckles and reaches up to cup her cheek.
“As fast or as slow as you need, got it?”
“Got it.”
And then, he’s lining himself up at her entrance, and the thick press of his crown against her opening is strange and Mmmm… good. He slides a little more in, and inch by inch, her warmth welcomes him in. He’s not… Ohhh… He’s not small, but he’s patient, and gentle, even though she can tell the effort to keep himself from thrusting is killing him.
Ahh… Ahh…
But somehow, she knows he even likes that part. For her, there’s no pain. He’s spent so much time building up to this moment that she’s ready for him. The memories of moments shared between them heighten her desires as well, never mind having Caleb—gloriously nude, straining, lip caught tight between teeth as he inches, inches, inches inside of her.
The moment almost doesn’t feel real. She’s imagined what it would be like to be with him like this for so long that she almost feels out of her mind now that it’s actually happening. And Caleb… God, Caleb… It’s almost like he’s stuck somewhere between heaven and hell.
She reaches up and holds his cheeks in her hands, forces him to stare into her eyes, and he looks so lost—helpless, out of control, needful—that it makes her clench. Caleb groans, body twisting and cheeks pressing into her palms.
“Baby…” he moans.
Maybe it’s because she’s a bit reckless, or maybe it’s because she’s a bit demanding, it’s definitely because she’s a bit of a brat, but Emme slowly resonates with Caleb to maintain a measure of control, powers mingling as their bodies rock together. Those combined feelings have them reeling. Her legs clamp down around his middle, his arms tuck in beneath her, around her, holding tight as he grinds and grinds and grinds.
When he finally bottoms out inside of her, his eyes roll back, his lip caught so tight between his teeth that she’s worried it might bleed. And still, she can’t help but laugh some as she stares at him, in this moment.
He’s her Caleb, and this is… sex. And it’s weird, and good, and scary, and hot, and just so much that it’s a little hard to believe it’s real. Caleb must notice her freaking out because he manages to reach up and gently cup her cheek.
“You okay, Em?” She nods, but he’s insistent. “Tell me.”
“I’m good, I’m just… it’s a little overwhelming. You ‘n me. This. All of it.”
“Does it feel bad?”
“Oh, no.”
His lip curls, eyebrow raising as he asks. “Does it feel… good?”
“Caleb!” she whines. “Don’t tease me.”
“Pip-squeak,” he sweetly croons. “You clenched so nicely when I asked that. If you’re not gonna be honest, your body is. So, tell me. Tell me everything. Or… I can find all the sensitive spots on your body and get your secrets anyway. Your choice.”
She pouts, but when he gives her a teasing thrust, she knows he’s not joking. Finally, she admits, “It just feels like I’ve been waiting forever for this.”
“And now that forever is now?”
“It’s so good, Caleb. You are so good, I just…”
“What?”
“I want more, and I’m afraid of getting it.”
“Why?”
“What if I ruin everything?”
“Not possible.”
“How?”
Caleb softly presses his nose into the line of her throat before dipping his head, lips tracing over skin, before he softly sucks a pert nipple into his mouth. That has Emme squirming, fingers digging into his hair as his hips restlessly stir below.
“I’ve made it my life’s work to give you everything that you want. So, this will be no different. You can’t ruin anything because you’re already perfect—we’re already perfect. We were made for this moment. It just… took us a while to get here. And now…”
“And now…?” she softly gasps as he thrusts, this time a little harder.
“Now, we get to see what we’ve been missing out on. And God, baby, there’s so much I wanna do with you… and to you.”
Just like that, Caleb’s got her out of her head and into the moment. It’s Caleb. Her Caleb. Always has been, always will be. She takes a breath, relaxes, and luxuriates in the strangely sweet feel of him inside of her, before curling her legs around his while angling her hips.
“More?”
“Please.”
He’s never been able to resist any one of her requests before, and it’s no different now. Except now, she gets to enjoy the hot-hard feel of him inside and atop her. He’s so responsive to her, moves so patiently, so purposefully, that soon enough, her head is lolling against the sheets as he increases the pace.
Caleb’s so broad and beautiful atop her, body so giving, lips against hers, tongue seeking, swirling, sucking, as he kisses her until she’s breathlessly moaning into his mouth. But he’s not done with her, not even close.
Slowly, his power crawls along the line of her back, curving her just so. Caleb’s always made her feel like she can fly, and right now is no exception. He’s slow and patient as he fucks her, eyes darting over her face, the curve of her neck, the sweet swell of her breasts, watching, watching, watching as if he’s afraid that at any moment she’ll disappear from this bed.
She’s just as possessive of him as he is of her, and at this moment, she wants all of him—the hurt, the pain, the pleasure, the release, the insanity of everything that they mean to each other—all of it and all of him.
Her hand threads into his shaggy hair, fingers pulling just a touch as she softly whines, “Caleb… Harder.”
He chokes, body stuttering. His lips part, and he breathes out with a sound that’s more like a whimper than a moan.The look on his face makes her worry she’s broken him.
His face rubs against her wrist, words halting as he says, “Is that an order…?”
“Do I have the authority to command you?”
“Mmm… absolutely.”
“Then yes, it’s an order.”
Caleb lets out a soft laugh. That is all the warning she gets before his power swells, and Emme quickly finds herself on top with Caleb spread out beneath her. He looks like an offering to a heathen god, arms stretched high above his head, skin flushed, muscles flexed, and chest heaving.
Now, it’s her turn to whimper, not only from the sight before her but because of the thick, tight feel of him inside of her. She can go as fast or as slow, as hard or as soft as she wants. And Caleb… he can take it. For her, he’d do it. He’d do anything.
“Take what you need…” he purrs. “And I’ll match you from below.”
After taking a breath for courage, she shifts her hips and quickly finds that not only is this insanely pleasurable, but being in control heightens her desire. Her fingers curl against the tight muscles of his abdomen, body canting as she rocks.
Eventually, Caleb’s hands guide her hips upward, so she’s well and truly bouncing on him now. And as she falls… Ohhhh… his hips thrust, and he rises to meet her, pressing so deep, tight, and perfect that it feels like she’s gonna come apart just like this.
But when his warm fingers slide over her hip and down the inside of her thigh, quickly teasing between her soaked folds to find that sensitive bud within, then she well and truly loses herself. As Caleb watches, as his fingers roll between her legs, as he thrusts—fast and hard—from below, she nears her peak, and it’s… Oh, God! It’s…
“Caleb,” his name falls from her lips, begging, pleading for him to help her, to give her what she needs. And he does. He always gives her exactly what she needs.
Finally, her orgasm hits, completely inelegant and overwhelming. Waves of pleasure radiate from her core outwards, seductive tendrils flowing through her body, making her clench, grind, and moan. Caleb grunts softly, brow furrowing some as if he’s holding himself back.
He wants to watch her as she comes with him inside her. She knows he doesn’t want to miss a second, but she needs the same from him, and even before her body’s completely finished its release, she’s moving, grinding slow and hard, as she pushes him higher.
Caleb groans, hands slipping to her hips as he rucks up into her, chest heaving as he pants. He looks frantic, eyes darting everywhere—her eyes, the flushed tips of her breasts, between her legs where they’re joined so intimately.
She runs her nails over his chest, faint lines marking his pale chest as he whimpers. She thinks he must be close. He looks… almost lost, but his body is fire-hot, and he’s so hard and thick inside of her that he’s almost too much to take.
Caleb lets out a shaky breath, cool fingers trailing over her skin before pressing low on her stomach. She pouts prettily as he teases her, body shimmying as he finally asks, “Can I… inside you?”
Her eyelids flutter, her body twisting in response to his sweet erotic entreat, and she can’t help but tease him. “Can you what, inside me?”
Caleb groans, fingers digging into her hips as he pants. “Come. I need to come.”
“Inside me?” she whimpers, breathless with her anticipation.
“God, yes. Please.”
Her head rolls back. It shouldn’t turn her on so much to hear him beg, but it does… God, does it ever. To tease them both, Emme shimmies atop Caleb, pressing him so tight and deep that they groan in unison.
He gasps her name, throat tight as his head rolls back. She loves that.
“Caleb… use me.”
“Wh-at? How?” he asks, breathless, needy, and edging closer and closer to his release. And she’ll give it to him, but only if he gives her what she wants first.
“Use your Evol.”
“My Evol?” he sputters.
She gives him a look. “Don’t pretend like you’ve never thought about what it would be like. I’ve thought about what it would be like.”
Caleb swallows thickly. “I won’t last.”
“I don’t want you to. All I want is for you to give me what I want and take what you need.”
His eyes are dark, heavy-lidded, and almost haunted as he stares up at her, as thunderstruck as if he’s beholding a goddess. And then… his power softly swirls against her skin, as light as a feather before it wraps around her tight.
Up.
Down.
Up.
Down.
He guides her, looking so beside himself that she almost feels bad, at least, until his wrist flicks and he drags her up until only the thick tip of him is pressing against her opening. One breath, one impossibly long pause, one needful moment stretches between them, until he lets her drop.
She groans as his length is quickly sheathed inside of her, her body canting forward before she can completely catch herself.
“Caleb,” she gasps his name.
He’s got her close again. So close that she can feel the pleasure tingling at the small of her back, in the tips of her nipples, in the sweet space between her thighs that he’s pressing up against—so hot, so hard, so tight.
With his cool hand possessively gripping the back of her neck, and her fingers curled into the tight muscles of his abdomen, Emme throws her head back, rolls her hips, and bounces hard on his length. In and out. In and out. In and out. She loses herself in a rhythm that’s just for the two of them.
It’s exactly what they want, and as she presses down hard, he rolls his hips to meet her, and it’s so much more than enough.
“Ahh… Caleb!”
“Baby…!”
Caleb moans and his hands clutch desperately at her as he pulls, holding her tight as he rolls his hips, grinding into her and enhancing the moment for them both. And with their bodies connected, and their powers blended, everything narrows to a point… before breathlessly expanding. Nothing remains but the wet-hot feel of their pleasure.
Finally, soft moans escape them in unison as the pleasure slowly subsides. Emme dips close, forehead pressing against his as they pant hard. His eyes are closed, brow furrowed. A tear escapes from behind his lashes, dripping along his cheek as she watches, half-dazed and entirely entranced.
“God.” His voice sounds choked, and Emme’s heart clenches, fingers softly brushing away his tears, even though he’s still half-hard inside of her.
“Are… you okay?” Maybe she hurt him? She did kind of lose herself at the end there…
Caleb chokes out a laugh. “I just… am having a hard time believing this is real, Pip-squeak.”
“Oh.”
Decades of knowing each other better than anyone else. Years and years of heartache, of wanting, of almosts and not quites. Now, they’re as close as two people can be and she feels… she feels… so weightless. So free. So right.
So, she tells him that. Tells him that she never wants to lose this—to lose him. Tells him everything she’s ever been too afraid to say, and then tells him how much she loves him, how painfully.
“It hurts, you know. To love someone this much. I think… I’ve always been afraid that I could lose you. And then, I did lose you.”
“Mmm,” he softly breathes. “I’m here now.”
“Forever?”
“No matter what happens, I’ll always find my way back to you.”
“Good,” she comments softly while resting her head on his chest. The sound of his still-frantic heartbeat fills her heart, soothing her as she continues, “You’re mine. You can only leave me if you have my say so, and you never will.”
She can feel Caleb’s shaky breath against her cheek. “And what about you?”
“What about me?”
Caleb urges her head up and back so she’s staring him straight in the eye. “Are you mine?”
“Caleb,” she replies, voice chiding. “You’re still inside me.”
“And?”
“And, what? If this isn’t a big deal to you, maybe I should wonder about how many times you’ve done this with other girls. I guess, you didn’t always call me to play the girlfriend, after all?”
He frowns, and quick as a flash, he’s got her on her back. He presses in, body hardening in response to the movement or maybe the way he’s got her splayed, arms above her head, hair spilled across the sheets, hips subtly shifting beneath him.
“There’s no one else in the world that I’ve ever wanted. No one I’d ever want to do this with other than you.”
“Then you need to hear me say it?” she asks while arcing her back, body shimmying back into his soft thrust.
“So badly.”
So needy… she thinks, but she doesn’t mind. She’s just the same, but part of her heart will always want to tease him, just a little. He’s her Caleb. She doesn’t want things to change completely, she just wants more and more and more. Her greedy heart asking for everything and still expecting more.
His eyes flutter, body rocking as his length hardens anew. It would be so easy to get distracted, but she’s not gonna chicken out now.
“I’ve loved you since the first moment we met when were kids. You’ve always been mine, and I’ve always been yours. For me, it’s always been you. Always and forever.”
His eyes close and he grins. Emme thinks she’s never seen him look quite so happy before, nor so free.
“Good. I think… I couldn’t handle it if it were any other way.”
“Well, you don’t have to worry because we belong to each other now and… ahh…”Her words trail off as Caleb’s body shifts, distracting her as he stirs within.
“I missed my evening workout,” he drawls.
Emme twists her hips, back arching as she purrs, “Well, get to it, then. Can’t have you slacking off now.”
“That a challenge, Pip-squeak?”
“Of course.”
His lip curls into a smug smile. “Well, let’s see who laughin’ by the end of this.”
And Emme, well, she’s not laughing. Screaming, crying out his name, begging for more? Yeah, that’s pretty much exactly it. By the time they’re finished with each other, limbs entangled, bodies hot, slick with sweat and desire, she’s well and truly tired.
“Feels like every single muscle in my body is sore.”
“You askin’ for a massage?”
“Mmm, a shower. Then sleep.”
“And then…?”
“You’re not slacking off, are you, Caleb?”
A soft laugh rolls up from his chest. “You’re so greedy,” he murmurs, hand tracing a path down her neck, over the soft curve of her breast before pressing low on her abdomen. “Especially here.”
She whimpers softly, and it’s almost as if she can still feel him inside of her, the phantom press of his thick length as he possesses her completely.
“Stop complaining.”
He shakes his head, damp tendrils sticking against his brow as he murmurs, “We both know, I’ll always give you everything that you want. So, shower first, Pip-squeak.”
“And then?”
“Once I’ve got you cleaned up,” he says, fingers skimming along the slick line of her sex. “I’ll get you messy all over again.”
If she wasn’t so damn tired, she’d have hoped right back on him and gotten him just as messy, but he’d loved her so completely, that Emme wasn’t certain she’d be able to walk, let alone ride him. But later… later… she’d have him. And he’d have her.
And he’d fill the needy spaces of her heart, just as she’d fill his, and together, they’d become whole—again and again, as many times as needed, for a hundred years, a thousand… forever and a day.
Author’s Notes:
HAHAHA I want to be clear that I got the idea before this BEFORE I saw Caleb’s new card, but now I’m smug about it because it’s actually IC for him to have security footage of her lmao. ANYWAY. This is loosely based son some great fan art I saw that has caleb mcfuckin loosing it at the laundry mat when he finds some sexy red panties. God bless fan artists, fr fr. Also, I am very certain I’m not the first nor I hope the last to write ‘Caleb is a panty sniffer’ fic but LMAO. I couldn’t stop myself. I MEAN THAT LITERALLY fingers just go go go of their own accord.
This is paraphrased from some in-game dialogue:
His face rubs against her wrist, words halting as he says, “Is that an order…?”
“Do I have the authority to command you?”
“Mmm… absolutely.”
“Then yes, it’s an order.”
This kind of skips around, not that I’m writing rationally here (literally just writing what I feel like I need to write to keep myself from going insane haha), but I still have some more planned for these two. Things are probably gonna get a lot busier, but I’ll see what I can fit in. Thanks so much for all of your support and for being so kind. Any mistakes are there because I need to keep humble lol.
After offering yourself up as Caleb's 'birthday present' and in the middle of enjoying the 'celebration,' you decide to take things into your own hands. With Caleb stretched out on the sofa, you shimmy closer only to discover one little thing... Caleb won't fit! Fortunately, you've never been a quitter, and before the night is through, you're going to show Caleb just how much he means to you... one way or another!
Congrats on the sex, Calebmc!!! Happy Birthday, Caleb!
Pairing: LaDS Caleb x You (there are actually no gender-specific pronouns used for MC/You in this, but it was written with an afab body in mind)
CW: Birthday smut, cock warming, dirty talk, unprotected sex, cream pie, inappropriate use of Evol, masturbation, pet names (pips, baby), possessiveness (Caleb and MC), codependence, MC/you on top, Caleb is TOO big, Reader insert 18+ Only, please!
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The hours blend together, and since the first kiss until now, Caleb’s shown you just how much he’s been dreaming of this moment. Not that you haven’t, too. You have. But, like always, Caleb has you beaten. He’s stronger, longer, and more thorough than you anticipated. But you want to give back and want to see his face transported with the same pleasure he’s been giving you.
So, you’d tugged him along, gently pressing until he’s seated on his oversized sofa, legs spread, cock hard. He looks so good. His sun-kissed body is flushed all the way to the tips of his ears, and his cock is so hard it’s leaking… or maybe it’s still slick from you.
Swallowing thickly, you capture your lip between your teeth and stare openly as Caleb revels. There’s no denying how badly you still want him. Every inch of you responds to the decadent display before you, and the look in his twilight-colored eyes sends a shiver through you. He looks like he wants to devour you, and truly, he has.
Sliding closer, your legs slip over his, stretched wide. He’s so big, it’s almost hard to position yourself correctly, so you indulge, press your slick cunt against his length and grind some to prepare for what comes next.
This is the first time you’ll be taking control. All throughout the night, Caleb has patiently guided you through it all. He’d inch in, only to retreat just enough to make you beg for more. Hands and lips and Evol teasing and tempting as you writhe.
But now, when offered the same feast, you hesitate. Not because you don’t want it, but because he’s just so much. Looking down, you stare at his straining sex. Did that really fit inside of you? Could it now? Well, you could try.
Lifting your hips, you take Caleb’s cock in hand and slowly press it against your opening. And then, slide down… Just the tip fits inside you and… Ungh… It feels good, but it’s a lot.
“Have you always been this big?” You breathe, not entirely meaning to say those words aloud.
Caleb laughs darkly. “Am I big?”
Your eyes lock with his. He’s teasing you, as always. So, you tease him right back. “Well, how would I know? Yours is the first I’ve seen.”
“What about those sexy manga you read?”
You huff. “You’re not supposed to know about those. And that isn’t real.”
But truly, Caleb does compare to some of those spicy texts, which were partly to blame for you thinking that you could take the lead here. Romance novels, spicy manga, the movies—they all make it look so easy, but when confronted with the truth of the situation, and the size… he’s a lot to take.
You try again, hips shifting as your pussy coats the tip of his cock with your slickness, but you can’t get him to go any further. This is so much easier when he’s on top for some reason. Maybe it’s easier to relax when Caleb is the one behind the controls.
“Caleb,” you softly whine. “I don’t think this is gonna work.”
Of course, you got yourself into this position in the first place. You always were stubborn and prone to showing off to Caleb. But now…
“Baby,” he croons the endearment—not often used, but dearly enjoyed. “You got this. Just press a little harder and watch how your body blooms for me.”
You swallow, fingers digging into the meat of his shoulders as you hold yourself steady. Your body was made for him, just as his was made for you. There’s no one else in the universe that you’d rather be with, and even the mere thought that Caleb could have been with another makes you so fiercely jealous that your nails dig into his skin—just a little.
A slow hiss escapes his bruised lips at that. “Ease up, Pips. Just take a breath, and move.”
Your eyes slip closed, your body resisting the strange intrusion of his cock as your muscles tense. You’re too tight for him to enter you.
“Caleb,” you say, his name a soft whimper. “Help me.”
And he will. You know that, even though he’s just as inexperienced as you, he’ll still guide you.
His hands slide to your hips, gently holding you as he catches and holds your gaze. “Alright. Alright…” he drawls. “Eyes on me.”
His left hand moves, hot skin against skin as it trails to your sex. Deft fingers tease your clit, slowly circling as you hold yourself steady. Then, he starts to distract you. His voice is soft, almost sweet, as his lips talk you through it. Lips that have touched every part of you.
“You’re so beautiful,” he reverently breathes. “So ready to be full of me again.”
And you want that, want it so bad that you twist a little and press down, but still—no dice! It’s like your mind wants one thing, but your muscles are so tense from being soundly fucked for hours, that they just won’t ease up.
“I want you, Caleb,” you beg, voice breathy and needy even to your own ears. “I need you.”
“Every part of me already belongs to you, Pips. You know that,” he says while pressing a kiss at the corner of your lips. “Your body just needs a little reminder that it belongs to me too.”
You moan, body relaxing ever so slightly as he’s able to press another inch inside of you. Ohhh… So, you like it when he’s possessive, don’t you? When his fingers grip just a touch too hard. When his lips suck blushing bruises into your skin.
But you have the same wants, the same afflictions, the same need to mark his skin so that everyone can see he’s taken. Your body releases a little at the thought of how he’s not going to be able to hide all the marks on his neck—your teeth and lips and tongue trailing a flightpath against his skin that’s all yours.
Another inch.
He tells you how badly he’s wanted to see you like this. How when you met up again at that little corner store near your old home, he’d barely resisted the urge to pull you into his lap. Just. Like. This. But despite his wants, he’d waited. Patient as ever for you to discover the truth that others could plainly see.
How badly have you wanted him? And for how long? You were always possessive over Caleb. Your Caleb. Even when you were kids. Hell, your first sex dream had been about him. And you’d woken from the experience so rocked and shaken that you’d tried to push it right out of your thoughts because that’s Caleb! How could you think that about Caleb!
But how could you not? And the older you got, the more frequent the dreams, until the only face that ever appeared in your mind when you submitted to the sweet, aching need within yourself, was his. Of course, it took you a long time to consider what your dreams and desires were telling you.
And maybe nothing would have come from it, just fleeting fantasies of a young woman. But then, he’d been taken from you. A false death that had broken your heart and stolen your chance at having Caleb. But now, he was back.
And nothing would ever separate you again.
“How long have you been thinking about having me like this, Caleb?” you somehow manage, hips twisting in an effort to press him further.
Another inch of him slowly slides in as he says, “Longer than I’m ever gonna admit to.”
“Ahh,” you whimper as his thumb softly strums between your legs. “Pervert.”
“Mmm,” he chuckles and gives another patient thrust as your body accepts more of him. “Judgin’ from your reaction, you’re just as much of a pervert as I am.”
“Ungh…” Your eyes slip closed, your body canting as it finally gives in to those last inches.
His voice is raspy, slowly drawling as he mercilessly uses his fingers to tease you, to get you so much higher, “You feel so. Fucking. Good. Do you know… when I touch you here, I can feel you clench. Does it feel good for you too, Baby?”
You lean forward, teeth scraping against his chest as his fingers work their wicked magic between your legs. All the while, his cock strains inside—hot, thick, and pressing up against every single needy space within.
He’s gonna make you come and he knows it. You know, if you looked at him right now, you’d see that hint of smugness curling his lips, eyes downcast and dark as he watches you come apart on his cock. This has all gone wrong, hasn’t it? You were supposed to be taking the lead here.
So, you take a breath, pull yourself back, and gently press his hand away. He looks shocked and curious but lets you do what you want. Your hand replaces his, fingers tracing the same path that he had been only moments before.
You put on a show for your Caleb. Back arching so your breasts are angled towards his greedy lips, body shimmying so that you can feel every single last inch of him inside you, and then… you tell him. Dark words, secret dreams, and private experiences that you’d never shared with anyone else. And never would.
“Do you remember,” you pant, words breathless and halting as you shift your hips. “On New Years?”
“Hmm…?” He’s getting closer too, and despite his bravado, the feel of his cock warming inside of you is clearly becoming too much.
“When we fell asleep on the sofa,” you explain, fingers trailing faster and faster, body slowly squirming as you enjoy the full press of his cock inside you.
“Of course,” he replies, brow furrowed. He’s trying really hard to focus on your words, but the way you’re moving is so distracting. You grin. Good, this is what you wanted—Caleb, needy, unfocused, losing himself in the moment and the pleasure you give.
“I got up first.”
“We woke up together,” he reminds you.
You shake your head. “I woke up because you were pressing into me.” You pause, lean forward, and grind tight. He gets your meaning.
His cheeks flush a little more as he huffs out a laugh. “Sorry, Pips.”
“Don’t be. It’s mmm…me… That should be sorry.”
“Why?”
You let your head fall back, hips rocking now as your fingers spread more slickness atop your clit. “It turned me on so badly I had to go to the bathroom and take care of myself.”
“Fuck!” he groans. “Are you… really?”
“Really.”
There, leaning against the door of your bathroom, you’d slipped your hand beneath your panties and bit the inside of your lip to keep from crying out his name as you came. You should have gone back to the sofa and woken him up for a real Linkon New Year's celebration, but… you weren’t sure of yourself then. Not like now.
“Was it the first time?”
“Oh… No…”
He swallows, Adam’s apple bobbing as you writhe and push yourself higher. “How often?”
“How… What?”
“How often do you touch yourself and think of me.”
“I touch myself and think of you every day we’re apart… and sometimes, when we’re together.”
“God, Baby,” he groans.
“Sometimes,” you pant, admissions falling from your lips like a sinner in confession, “When we’re talking at night… I let my hand slide down and… I imagine you’re with me. Your voice is… Ohh… So sexy, Caleb.”
His eyes flash, and his hands slip to your hips and pull you down tight and hard. “You really think you can tell me that and get away with it?”
You pout. Of course, he’ll let you get away with it. It’s not so hard to get your way with Caleb considering how eager he is to please you, but you want the same for him. You lift your slick fingers to his lips and press them in deep so he can taste you again. He obliges you, sucking firmly as his tongue swirls.
“Your fingers taste like apple candies,” he breathes. “I think we’ve both been pushed to our limit.” His hand comes up and gently cups behind your neck, holding tight as your fingers return to your clit. “Show me what you got, Pips,” he finishes, words a teasing reminder of something you’d said to him much earlier in the evening.
And so, you show him just how hard you’ve been training at the Association, hips lifting only to snap back down in a wicked rush. You move yourself—up and down, up and down—cock pressing in and out, in and out, as your fingers struggle to find the right pace between your legs.
He notices. He notices everything about you. His hand gently guides yours away, only to be replaced by the sweet sensation of his Evol.
“Mmmph, Caleb,” you moan his name, and almost as if it’s involuntary, his hips snap up, intensifying the feeling of his cock inside you.
Your cunt clenches, hands reaching out to tangle in his thick hair as you pull yourself against his hot, hard body. Your hips roll, body grinding, core clenching as his Evol finally gives you the release you’ve been needing.
He’s made you come countless times throughout the night, and you’re certain he’ll make you come countless more, but this time, you’re gonna make him come too. You’re gonna hold him tight, keep him deep inside, and steal that slick rush of cum right into your body. Hold him there till his cock softens, until he is so sensitive that it almost hurts, and wait until he hardens again, bodies mingling within and without as your combined slickness sets the stage for the rest of the night.
As your body trembles, as the pleasure radiates from your core outward, you resonate with him—eyes locking, breaths and heartbeats synching, and amplify his power, making it almost feel as if it’s your own.
And there, with his cock deep within you, and his power surrounding you both, you fuck him as hard and as fast as you wished you could countless times before. Now that you’re finally indulging in this sweet pleasure, you’ll thoroughly mess up his sofa, his living room, his floor, his kitchen table… his floor-to-ceiling windows… and beyond.
No space in his home will be untouched, and then, once you’ve recovered, and you both have leave from work, you’re gonna do the same to your place. Every single space will remind you of him and what you’ve done together. And when it becomes too much, when the need is too acute, you’re gonna find your way back to him here and do it all over again.
Your fingers tangle in his hair, pulling just a touch as you lean in and beg, “Come for me, Caleb. Come in me.”
His lips fall open, a soft whimper escaping his lips as your words land. Caleb’s strong arms encircle you, and the coolness of his mechanical arm contrasts so delightfully with the heat of his natural arm, that it sends another frisson of pleasure right through you.
He holds tight, body hitching as he meets your movements, and then… His lips capture yours, tongue teasing yours into his mouth only for him to suck and moan into your kiss. His power trembles against your skin as your eyes roll back.
Though it surprises you some, you’re not finished either. Focusing on the pleasure you’re giving and receiving, you feel as Caleb’s body tenses, cock so deep and thick and hard within you that it almost feels like it’s a part of you, and then… he bounces his leg. Once, twice, and, again! Your body hops, bouncing up and down hard as you gasp, body caught up in another orgasm as he finally… finally!... gives you what you want.
Caleb holds tight, forehead rolling against your shoulder as he breathes in your scent and groans your name. You hold him back—just as tight—body shimmering with release as his cock pulses and releases. His cum is hot and thick, and floods you so thoroughly that you can feel it seeping down your legs.
But you want more. Want so much of him that it changes you on a cellular level. He is yours, and you are his. Two pieces made whole by this moment and so many more.
He’d always find you, and you’d always run into his waiting arms.
Held together by a force as strong and natural as gravity.
Author’s Notes:
Happy Birthday, Caleb! I love you haha. Seriously though, such a great character. Such brainrot. Insane. Written without the use of Gen AI (all those en dashes are placed by HAND, thank you very much). This is my first time writing second person, which is still a little challenging for me, but I did my best lmao (mostly, I prefer writing in first person, but often write in third, depending on the fandom/genre). Ughhhhhhhhhhhh Calebmc ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I don’t think I’ve ever been hit quite so hard by fictional character before, and that’s saying something because I’ve had some obsessions! Anyway, thanks so much for reading this birthday-flavored smut! Have an awesome weekend and go give Caleb a kiss for his birthday! He deserves it, and so do you!
Written and edited entirely without the use of GnAyeee eye (all the en dashes are bespoke and placed by hand tyvm).
Banner courtesy of cafekitsune! Page break courtesy of evansyhelp!
If we get some variation of Caleb saying, "I've never done this before..." Or "I've only ever wanted to do this with you..." during Calebmc spicy memories I will LOSE MY MIND
Mc was absolutely lying in her bed at Caleb's place after celebrating with him, tossing and turning, just like in Exclusive Aftertaste, but this time, when she hears him pacing in the living room, she heads out to settle this business for BOTH of them. Caleb might not cross that line, but MC is ready to jump (him).
I am REALLY excited to see the lead-up to their couch moments. AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH I CANNOT WAIT. GOD.
After a few weeks apart, Caleb reconnects with his Pip-squeak, only to find that she's pretty beaten up after a mission. Fortunately, Caleb knows exactly what to do to take care of his girl. From one moment to the next, everything changes, and what starts as an innocent interaction quickly evolves into something else entirely...
two-shot, post club-interactions, but can be read as a standalone as well (though, this is part of my feels like home series).
Pairing: LaDS Caleb x MC (she/her)
Genre: Smut (with feelings); chapter one is M, chapter two is E; 18+
CW: Codependency; Pip-squeak as an endearment; MC is named "Emme" short for "Emme Sea" lmao; Finger Sucking; sensual massage; Vaginal Fingering; humping
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Chapter 2/2
Caleb sighs, long and hard. Says a prayer for courage to whoever happens to be listening, the Gods of the earth and the sea and space, or otherwise, and then, he gets to work. He kneels at the edge of the bed, and he’s tall enough that this gives him a good vantage point. He knows exactly what he wants to do next, and he’s as ready as he’ll ever be.
“Tell me if it hurts.”
She mumbles out a response, and Caleb squirts some of the oil into his warm hand and lets it rest there for a moment because it’s pretty cold. He prefers to touch her with his natural hand, but she needs him to do his best, so both will do.
Still, she shivers when he gently presses into the back of her thigh with his reconstructed hand.
“…Sorry.”
“No, no,” she assures him. “It feels… nice. I like it.”
She should probably alternate between heat and ice on those swollen muscles, but maybe he’ll talk her into doin’ that later. After he’s assured himself that she’s better and that her muscles won’t cause her trouble in the morning.
He starts slow, trying to find a pace that he can maintain and that brings her the most comfort.
“Is that okay?”
“You can go a bit harder. I can handle it,” she assures him.
“That’s my girl,” he drawls. “Tough as steel.”
From then on, Caleb really leans into his massage. Hell, he gets his elbows and forearms in there too, grinding along the tense muscles with the sharp planes of his arms to help them release. Through it all, she whimpers softly and squirms, those impossibly short shorts riding higher… and higher.
Eventually, he works his way up to just beneath the curve of her ass. “This okay?”
“Mmm… Harder.”
His fingers twitch against her skin, and once he’s regained the ability to think without his dick getting in the way, he presses his fingers into her muscles and slowly massages the tightness. On and on, he presses, only stopping to put more oil on her skin as it’s slowly absorbed.
At one point, he gets a little too into it, and his fingers slip… softly skimming that sensitive space between her leg and the apex of her thigh.
“Ahh…,” she gasps.
“Oh… I… Yeah, that was an accident. M’sorry.”
She’s silent for a long moment, and when she finally speaks, her voice is quiet but clear. “But what if I don’t want it to be an accident?”
“What?” he manages, more breath than word.
“Do it again. Intentionally.”
Just like that, his Evol is in control, and she’s flipped on her back, breathless with surprise as she stares up at him, legs splayed and shirt riding so high he can see the underside of her breasts.
“What… did you just say?”
She locks eyes with him and lets her leg shift to the side, so it’s very evident that she’s not wearing any underwear.
“Touch me, Caleb. Let me see if you’ve been working on your courage.”
Oh, the cheek to call him a coward, when she’d turned away from his kiss. There’d be no turning away now. He was going to mark her so deeply and so ruinously that she’d never think of turning away from his kisses again, or anything else he offered, for that matter.
“You sure about this?”
“You running away?”
He laughs, lifts his chin, and flicks the length of his hair out of his eyes. “Not a chance.”
Caleb shifts so that he’s better positioned beside her body and trails his fingertips along the exposed line of her stomach. He teases with his fingers along the waistband of her shorts. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth. Waiting until she’s squirming and pouting at him.
“Tease,” she accuses.
He doesn’t deny it. He lets one finger slide in. Skims along the outer edge of the trim curls at the apex of her thighs. Another finger slides in, curls into her skin, inches closer… and retreats. Finally, he slips his whole hand under the band of her shorts, his big hand dominating the expanse of her stomach.
And if he’s feeling smug, the moment his fingers trace along the line of her sex—slick and hot—everything except pure adoration flees from his mind.
Her hands come up, nails digging into the meat of his forearm, as she whimpers and writhes into his touch. He didn’t know it would be like this. Of course, he’d imagined how things would go and how they would feel. Obsessively, even. But this is… more than he knew to expect.
His body feels hyper-aware of every sound, every smell, every movement, as he searches for the spot that will make her feel best. Sure, he’s not experienced with this, but Caleb is a fast learner and, when it comes to her, he’s good at anticipating her whims.
So, when his fingers roll some of that slickness up, gathering and spreading it over the sweet spot between her legs, he can’t help but feel exceptionally fuckin’ prideful that he made her moan like that.
Caleb leans in, presses his lips against her shoulder, and soothes, “Relax. Let me take care of you.”
She looks at him, dazed and almost frantic. “I didn’t… I didn’t know.”
“Didn’t know what, baby?”
“That it would feel this good.”
The knowledge that she’s been thinking of what this might feel like, along with the fact that it feels better than she imagined, sends a jolt of pleasure through him that’s so raw he chokes a bit. He’d hate to let her down, so he does his best to ignore his own needs, and pushes on, fingers softly rubbing circles against her sensitive spot until she’s panting, squirming, begging.
“Caleb,” she moans his name. He thinks he’s never heard anything sweeter sounding in his entire damn life.
“Tell me what you need.”
“Mmm… More?”
She sounds unsure, but he endeavors to give her precisely what she wants. His fingers slip low, teasing the entrance to her sex for a moment before inching inside. She’s so hot and slick and flutters so sweetly as he drenches his fingers. He slides that slickness back to worry at the same sensitive spot.
Caleb is very, very good at reading people. He has to be. In his line of work, you never know who’s gonna try to make things difficult, but it has the bonus of making him very responsive to her and her needs.
So, he knows she feels good thanks to his softly swirling touch. He can see it in the way her cheeks are flushed, in the way her breath catches in her throat, in the way her abdomen tenses.
She’s close.
His eyes don’t know where to focus, but eventually settle on her face. God, he’s never seen a more beautiful sight in his whole life than her there, with her hair spread out on the sheets, her lip caught between her teeth, and her eyes locked on him.
“Please,” she begs.
He obliges her, and Caleb indulges in the sweet experience of watching her writhe for him. Higher and higher, he pushes her. Now, her nails are digging into his arm. It’s almost painful, but he likes it. Even if it’s pain, he’s fine with it. As long as it’s from her.
Never mind how she moans, whimpers, and gasps. He wants to tattoo this memory into his psyche, so deep that even if he forgets himself, he’ll never forget her and this.
Finally, her back arches, feet digging into the bed as she gasps. He’s got her now.
“Just a little more?” he teases, but he’s not sure if she hears him because her eyes roll back, lashes fluttering as she takes in a long breath… and comes hard with his name on her lips.
He will never get tired of hearing that. Ever.
Everything changed after that night at the club, and he refuses to go back to the way things were. Now, he’s stretched out beside her in her bed, his fingers coated with her desire, and her nails digging into him as if she can’t get enough.
He knows he can’t get enough of her. That just one taste is enough to drive him mad, but still, he can’t help but marvel as she catches her breath, looking dazed and satisfied.
His fingers skim across her sensitive skin. “God. You’re so wet,” he marvels. He did this to her. Him and no one else.
She bites her lip and turns away from his ardent gaze. But Caleb isn’t having it. This is real. This is something the two of them are sharing for the first time, and he won’t let anything, not even her embarrassment, diminish this.
He takes her hand and gently guides it between her legs, purposefully trailing her fingers along the slick line of her sex.
“…See?”
“Caleb!” she says, sounding breathless, annoyed, and aroused all at once. “I can already feel it.”
He grins and makes sure she’s watching as he lifts her slick fingers to his lips, placing a soft kiss against the tips before pulling them into his mouth. His eyes roll back as he sucks her fingers clean. He is never gonna be able to forget the taste of her.
She whimpers as he sucks, body shifting and hips rolling as if begging for more. And he wants to give her more, wants to give her everything she’s ever wanted, plus whipped cream and a cherry on top, just for good measure.
But it seems she’s getting to her limit with his teasing. Reaching up, she tangles her fingers into the necklace she gave him—twice—and purposefully angles him so that his face is right in front of hers.
“Kiss me,” she demands. “Don’t chicken out.”
He barely keeps from reminding her that she was the one who chickened out last time, but he’d be lying if he didn’t admit he’s a bit nervous. After all that they’d done, he’d not really properly kissed her. Sure, they’d had those fleeting moments and almost-kisses.
But this moment is real.
And he can’t take this back.
She won’t let him.
Lifting her chin, she bridges the gap between them, pressing into his rough lips. It starts slow, teasing even. Reminds him of a butterfly’s wings gently fluttering against his skin until she moves, lips pressing tight, tongue dipping out…
His hand manages to thread itself into her hair, holding her close as he obliges her by opening his mouth and sweetly swirling his tongue with hers. This is new. All of this is new. But God, it’s not like he hasn’t thought of this a million—no, a billion—times before. Imagined the what-ifs and planned out precisely how he’d do it.
Then she’d gone and done it all on her own. How like her. No wonder he was so hopelessly in love with her. His greedy girl took and took and took, but he was happy to carve up the pieces of his heart for her to toy with.
But now, she was giving as good as she got, and by the time they broke apart, they were both breathing hard and wanting much more from each other.
His lips trip over her jaw, kiss the edge of her lips, the tip of her nose, along the curve of her cheek as he asks, “How are your legs?”
“I’m not thinking about my legs right now, Caleb.”
“What are you thinking of?” he dares to ask.
Before he can stop her, her hand is moving and grinding into the hard length of him.
“You. All of you.”
Caleb chokes and has to will himself to be fucking calm. He starts to review plane schematics in his head, taking apart model aircraft piece by piece in his mind to keep himself from reaching down, pulling off those tiny shorts, and showing her what he wants to do with all of him and all of her.
Finally, he manages a soft, “We need to go slow.”
“Why?”
It’s so like her to question him, so he explains. “I don’t wanna lose control and scare you. I won’t.”
“You can’t scare me,” she says bravely, but Caleb is certain they both know that isn’t true.
“Tryin’ to be a gentleman here, Pip-squeak.”
“Very admirably done,” she assures him.
He’s trying and failing. He’s so hard that it’s near impossible to think of anything else, and she must have divined where his thoughts trailed to because her eyes shift to his tenting sweatpants. This time, she keeps her hands to herself.
She nibbles on her lip as she stares. “Do you wear those outside?”
“No.”
“Good.”
He huffs out a laugh. “And why is that?”
Her eyelids flutter some, but she manages to stare right into his eyes as she softly admits, “You get enough attention as it is. And… I think if anyone else saw you in those pants, I’d want to gouge their eyes out.”
He swallows thickly. “Jealous?”
“Who wouldn’t be?”
“Not what I asked.”
“Yes. Very. I don’t have enough time these days to properly play the needy girlfriend to keep people away from you.”
Caleb laughs. It’s a bit strained but incredibly smug-sounding because he is smug. His girl is jealous over him, as if he’d not been driven half mad for her all these long years. Still, his inclination to make her happy wins out over his need to see this dark, daring emotion from her.
“There’s no need to be jealous,” he says while shifting on the bed, only to tuck her against him.
“Oh?”
His lips brush against the sensitive space behind her ear. “Yeah. There’s no one else in the world that makes me feel the way you do. No eye that I’m interested in catching other than yours.” And as if to emphasize his point, Caleb slowly grinds his considerable length into the soft fullness of her ass.
Part of him expects her to balk and pull away, but when she presses back hard and whimpers his name, he knows he’s a fuckin’ goner.
“Are you going to…? Right now?”
He grins. He loves that her mind is thinking of sex, but says, “No. Just… let me… feel you.”
His right arm is wrapped around her middle, absorbing her warmth while holding her in place. She doesn’t need to be told twice.
“Hold me tight.”
“God,” he groans. “I’ll never let go.”
And then, she grinds her ass into him with such purpose that the first rub nearly has him coming in his pants. Caleb bites his lip and meets her movements, but soft grunts and groans spill from his lips no matter how hard he tries to smother them.
He’s just starting to really get into it when her hand moves to her hip, and she shifts her shorts down.
“What are you…?
“I want to feel you,” she breathes, “on my skin.”
And he doesn’t need to be asked twice, half-fumbling with the drawstring of his pants as he quickly pulls the fabric down. She doesn’t look back, and maybe it’s better that way because if he can see her face, he might not be able to stop himself from taking things further than either of them wants to go right now.
He rubs his hand along the cleft of her ass, spreading some of the remaining massage oil on her skin before taking himself in hand—hard, leaking, and aching. Caleb fits his length against her, hips rolling as skin rubs against skin…
He has to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from swearing, grunting softly as she meets his movements with her own. Her breath is ragged, her body tight, her skin feels like it's on fire. He wants to burn up in her warmth and let her passion and desire consume him.
But Caleb is nothing if not a professional. He can manage this. Leave them both wanting more, so that there would be more—another encounter, another time together, another step closer to the connection that he knew they both craved.
One wall fell, and then another. Lingering reservations from their shared past flake away, leaving something raw, new, and achingly precious. If she could see his face, he’d not be able to hide his expression—dark, covetous, needful.
But God, doesn’t he love her? He does. He does. More than anything. More than flying. More than life itself, even. For what worth does life have if it’s not spent at her side?
Caleb rolls into his sweet girl, bodies rubbing together as the pleasure builds and builds within him. This is nothing like how it is when he’s alone. During those times, scant and infrequent as they are, his thoughts are dark, full of self-loathing even as the memory of her gets him off.
Here, the darkness is chased away by her blinding light. Her soft skin, her delicious moans, and the sweet shimmy of her ass as she pushes back and urges him on; she gets him so high he thinks he might die from the pleasure of being in this moment.
And still, she surprises him.
He’s delirious with his need for her. Reaching down, Caleb skims his fingers through the curls of her sex, only stopping when he can feel her around his fingers again. The sensation of her on his fingers, along with her ass—hot, plush, perfect—pressing up against his dick is damn near driving him mad.
But it’s when her hand joins his between her legs, clamping down and pressing ever so softly at that sweet space at the apex of her thighs, that Caleb realizes he’s not gonna be able to keep himself from coming. She takes and takes and takes, and he can’t stop himself from giving more, and more, and more.
His words are halting, rough, and needful. “Baby… I can’t hold on much longer.”
Her words are soft, satisfied, and sure. “Hold on to me, Caleb. Ahhn… show me what you’ve got.”
God. Caleb’s eyes roll back, his fingers slipping and curling inside of her as he presses tight, rubs into her ass once—twice—and moans her name as he finally, finally starts to come. Not to be outdone, his girl reaches back. This time, he lets her do what she wants. Her hand is soft, cautious, but firm as it grips the tip of his cock and rubs so good, he swears she’s got him starry-eyed.
It’s like nothing he’s experienced before. There’s coming, and then there’s coming. And when it’s with her, it’s definitely the latter. The pleasure is all-encompassing, flowing through him in such a powerful wave that it almost makes him feel like he does when he’s flying and low on oxygen. Tears prick at the corners of his eyes, and a surprised laugh slips from his lips as he marks that perfect ass of hers and her hand in his spend while the pleasure crests.
The moment hangs there, lingering in the low light of her room as only the sound of their breaths breaks the quiet of the night. Old fears, twisted anxieties, and the same old darkness start to creep back into his psyche, but she lets out the most delighted sigh, and the sound and sight of her completely banishes any fears from his mind.
“So… we should… Um… Do that more often?”
He huffs softly while catching his breath. “Yeah?”
“Oh, yeah,” she purrs. “But…”
“But, what?”
She lets out a soft giggle, and it’s so endearing that he finds himself falling in love with her all over again. “I think I need another shower,” she finally explains.
“Oh. Yeah.”
He doesn’t need to be told why, and he’s feeling more than a little bit pleased about it. Here he is, stretched out beside the most gorgeous girl in the whole world, and she’s been marked by him. Maybe he’s giving in to his baser inclinations with that thought, but he can’t bring himself to care.
He wants to mark other places on her body. Suck and pluck kisses into her skin, see his teeth imprinted in the meat of her thighs, and mark her so clearly that no one will ever make the mistake of thinking she’s available ever again.
But she deserves better than that. She deserves someone who can cherish her, who can love her gently and without violence. And maybe he can pretend to be that man for her. Or maybe… he’s afraid of the truth that she wants him just as darkly and deeply as he wants her.
For now, he gets out of his head and back into the moment. “Let’s go get washed off then, Pip-squeak.”
His pants fall the rest of the way off as he lethargically rolls from the bed and walks over to her side.
“How are your legs?”
“Mmm… jelly. Carry me?”
“Thought you’d never ask.”
Caleb tugs her shorts back into place and scoops her from the bed without much effort. “Gonna need to change the sheets,” he muses. “And your shorts.”
“Whose fault is that?”
“Yours, Pip-squeak, obviously.”
She lets out a soft laugh and pinches his chest. “You’re doing laundry tomorrow.”
“As if I didn’t already plan on that,” he drawls.
“Brat,” she pouts, though her lips soothe away some of the sting as she presses soft kisses into the line of his jaw. “Can you just be a good boy?”
“Ahh,” he chokes out, but quickly rebounds with, “Gimme a chance to make it up to you?”
Whatever you want, whatever you need, I’ll do it. I can be so good for you. And only you.
“Mmm, there he is.”
“Who?”
“My Caleb. Though, I have to admit… you’ve gotten pretty good at being ‘bad,’ too.”
Caleb huffs softly. He’s stuck somewhere between feeling like he might have fucked everything up… and that everything is exactly the way it needs to be. One step further. One more wall coming down. His love is a dark, heavy thing that threatens to crush anyone who gets close enough to feel its touch.
Could his darkness consume her light? Or would her need—as aching and unending as his own—blend into something fierce, frightening, and new? The past is gone. Dead even. Now, the two of them are being pulled, stretched, reshaped and reborn. And the future seems limitless, yet terrifying for all its possibilities.
However, this time, when she steps into the shower, nude and body gleaming with his spend and hers… she pulls him in after her.
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Author’s Notes:
Second part, as promised! UGH I want more of these two. Starting to feel as obsessed as Caleb here. As always, thanks so much for reading! And extra hugs for anyone who left a comment. I’ve got a few other interludes planned (shower), and I’m taking requests (on tumblr), so either give this/me a follow, or check up on my tumblr :) If you enjoyed, I’d love to hear from you! Or feel free to share with a friend, if you’re lucky enough to have some Caleb-obsessed friends haha. Any mistakes belong to me and are there to keep me humble lmao.
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After a few weeks apart, Caleb reconnects with his Pip-squeak, only to find that she's pretty beaten up after a mission. Fortunately, Caleb knows exactly what to do to take care of his girl. From one moment to the next, everything changes, and what starts as an innocent interaction quickly evolves into something else entirely...
two-shot, post club-interactions, but can be read as a standalone as well (though, this is part of my feels like home series).
Pairing: LaDS Caleb x MC (she/her)
Genre: Smut (with feelings); chapter one is M, chapter two is E; 18+
CW: Codependency; Pip-squeak as an endearment; MC is named "Emme" short for "Emme Sea" lmao; Finger Sucking; sensual massage; Vaginal Fingering; humping
Also on AO3
Complete: Chapter One; Chapter Two
feels like home series page
After that dizzying night at the club, things settle back into the same old, same old, mostly because work’s been insane for both of them. At least, that’s what Caleb’s telling himself.
Naturally, he can’t stop thinking, feeling, reeling over the memory of his sweet girl, his beloved Pip-squeak, coming apart in his arms. Along with that, the way she’d woken early the day after, slipped from bed and made him breakfast.
That was normally his role to fall back into, but it was a domestic kind of sublime to walk into her kitchen, and see her standing there, cooking bacon, while wearing one of his t-shirts—old, stretched out, and way, way too big for her.
Caleb couldn’t put his finger on why, but he liked the way she looked in his clothes. Felt a bit like she was wrapped up in him. The possessive pieces of his heart shifted upon seeing her there, ever so slightly falling into place as if a simple moment like that could make his fractured heart whole once more.
They didn’t talk about what happened, because, of course, they didn’t. But she was different. A little surer in her touch and teasing. Hands lingered as the food was shared between them. Her eyes fell on his lips, the line of his neck, the broad stretch of his chest, which was purposefully emphasized by the two-sizes-too-small tank top he was wearing.
He flexed some, and she noticed that too. What was the point of having a physique like his, if not to show it off to the one person he’d crafted it for? Judging from the way her chewing stopped and how her eyes lingered, his many, many hours spent working out weren’t going to waste.
“See something you like, Pip-squeak?” he teased, but his voice was raspier than he’d thought it would be. Catching her staring was painfully intoxicating.
“Hmm?” she replied while shaking her head a bit. “What did you say?”
Caleb huffed out a laugh. “Pass the syrup.”
Picking up the nearby vessel, Emme quietly cursed as some of the sticky liquid sloshed over the edge and onto her fingers. After setting the syrup down, she stood and started to turn toward the sink, but Caleb caught her up in his gravity before she could move away.
“C’mere,” he murmured.
Shifting on her feet, she cocked her head at him, and Caleb couldn’t help but notice the way her eyes fluttered, just a little, as he let his power roll over her before pulling back.
Caleb held his hand out for hers. “Let me see.”
She swallowed, looked at her sticky fingers, and immediately focused on his lips. Caleb’s mouth curved into a knowing smile, which earned him a pretty pout.
“You’re terrible,” she breathed but held her hand out, anyway.
“Oh, c’mon, Pip-squeak,” he murmured, his warm hand gently skimming along the length of her forearm before curling around her wrist. “I know you like it when I’m bad.”
Her lips parted with a soft sigh that sounded anything but perturbed, pink tongue flicking out to lick her lips as her actions betrayed her thoughts.
“What are you going to do…?”
“You don’t know?” he asked while leaning closer to her hand, slow enough that she could pull back if she wanted.
He needed to prove something to himself, needed to prove that it wasn’t just the alcohol or the strange anonymity of that seedy club. Caleb needed to know that she wanted him as badly as he wanted her.
He could see it now, in the way she stood there, legs spread just a touch too wide, as if she was imagining what it might be like to fall into his lap and straddle his waist. Or maybe it was in how her hips switched, swaying almost the same way they had while she’d ground herself into his thigh the night before.
No, it was definitely in how glassy her eyes looked and the pretty flush on her cheeks. There was no alcohol coloring this interaction. What other places on her body would flush, he wondered. The tips of her nipples? The soft skin at the juncture between her legs and thighs? What about her ass? As decadently formed as it was, would her ass look even better with a bite mark… or two?
Caleb could feel himself growing hard in his gray sweatpants but was marginally relieved that he wouldn’t need to reach down and adjust himself this time. No distractions. Just her eyes locked on his as he pulled her hand closer and closer.
She didn’t gasp when he sucked her fingers into his mouth—index and middle; warm, sticky, and sweet. No, what she did was much, much worse than that.
Watching for every single reaction, Caleb swirled his tongue before delivering a long, soft suck, and his girl took in a halting breath, fluttered her fingers in his mouth, and fucking whimpered his name.
“C-Caleb!”
Broken, halting, haunting. He wanted to hear her say it again. To hear her say it while he pressed into her from above, while his head disappeared between her thighs, while he did every single thing he’d ever dreamed about doing to her, but dared not do.
They were growing closer and closer to the day when they would dare, and he was doing his best to be patient. He’d draw out every moment so when that day did come, when she finally gave in to her desires and realized that everything she’d been wanting was right before her eyes, it would be after he so thoroughly seduced her that she’d never think of denying either of them.
Ever. Again.
Caleb wasn’t a patient man, but he could play pretend with the best of them. For her, he would make the planet collapse in on itself if she but asked. But all she needed right now was patience and time. As his tongue swirled and his mouth pulled, he lingered there, and let her think of all the other places on her body that would feel oh so good if he ever got his lips, teeth, and tongue on them.
And he would. But, for that moment, he let her go and was not so secretly smug about the sweetly blissed-out look on her face, and the way she stumble-sat into her chair before picking at her food again, desperate to look somewhere, anywhere but at the face of the man she knew the best, and needed the most.
Weeks flew by. She texted, same as always. She called, and he answered on the second ring, same as always. But where once Caleb could soothe himself with the knowledge that he’d be able to see her soon enough, now he is consumed with the memories of their interactions and, more to the point, her reactions.
The clothes she left at his place for use during her visits no longer smell like her, likely because he spends most nights with his face wrapped up in them. The only peaceful rest he’s able to get is when she’s near. When he knows she’s safe. Now, her shirt and shorts just smell like him, and as much as he enjoys leaving his scent all over her space, he wants the same for his home.
Logically, Caleb knows that Linkon is a safer place for her, for a multitude of reasons, but the greedy, dark spaces of his heart want to keep her high in the sky, in Skyhaven with him. He’s smart enough to know how to keep her safe at his apartment. God, he’s done it before. But as good as it makes him feel to know without a doubt that she is safe, he can’t stand the look in her eye at that particular betrayal.
Just one more sin for the consummate sinner. But with her, ahh… It feels like he can find absolution in her arms. No matter how dark he gets, his girl will always be there to pull him back into the light. She promised him, just as he’d promised to always be there with him.
Finally, when Caleb thinks he’s at his wits’ end, he gets a text from Emme asking if he wants to meet up at her place on the weekend. Naturally, he agrees. Even if he didn’t have the time off, he’d have figured something out. He’s so excited about it that he decides to surprise her the night before, which isn’t uncommon for him.
So, with snacks and an overnight bag in hand, he lets himself into her apartment and waits for her to get back home from work. From how she tells it, she’s been overtime on something important. Caleb did some digging and managed to find out it had something to do with Wanderers convening just outside of the city limits.
It’s miserable work, as important as it is, and he worries because that’s who he is. Caleb wouldn’t be Caleb if he wasn’t worrying about his Pip-squeak. He’s just wired that way. And this time, he’s right to be concerned because when she finally gets back to her apartment at just after 2 a.m., she stumbles in.
Of course, she’s not entirely surprised that he’s there—who else would be watching movies this late in her living room, who else would know the security code to her suite, and who else would show up unannounced, like him—but she looks put out, all the same.
He watches her for a moment longer as she pauses at the entrance to her home, leaning against the doorframe as she breathes deep, head hanging heavy, body drooping… He’s moving before she can fall, her body pitching forward into his strong body instead of the floor.
“Whoa, Pip-squeak! What’s wrong?”
She looks up at him, and the dark smudges under her eyes, along with the scrapes on her cheeks and neck tell him everything he needs to know.
“Caleb.” One word spoken, half annoyance, half supplication. It’s all he needs. A moment longer, and she’s swept up into his arms.
“Let’s get you washed, dried, and cared for,” he says, sounding more competent and put together than he feels. In truth, his heart is pounding in his chest, and it’s taking everything he has not to drive over to the Hunter’s Association and ream out whoever is responsible for putting her in the situation that got her in this state.
Not that he’d dare leave her now.
He carries her through the small space of her apartment and walks them both into the bathroom. Her bathroom is cramped on a good day, and with the two of them in there, it’s even worse. She bats at his hands and tries to tell him she can manage on her own.
“I’m not a child.”
“Of course you aren’t, but you’re still my girl. How could I live with myself if I left you alone now? What if you fell in the shower, or worse?”
She frowns, but some of the roughness of that expression is smoothed away as she thinks about it.
“You owe me, then.”
“Oh?”
“Next time you get sick. You call me. You let me in. No excuses.”
Caleb sighs. Of course, she’d bargain for something like that. It’s not in his nature to show weakness, least of all to her, but he’d promise just about anything and mean it to keep her happy.
“Deal. Now, strip.”
She blushes at that, only for her lips to frown again.
“What?”
As Caleb eases her from his arms, she’s unsteady on her feet. “I really… just don’t think I can.”
“Need some help?” he asks, trying to sound casual, but very much feeling like his heart is going to explode.
“Promise not to get mad?”
“No.”
“Caleb!” she exclaims while giving him a halfhearted shove. “There’s just a few scrapes. And I’m sure I’ll be bruised tomorrow. But it’s nothing major, okay?”
“Okay. But you’re going to let me treat your injuries.”
She pouts. “Fine, but it’s mostly just… really sore muscles. I think a Wanderer was trying to tear my spine out…”
He hates the sound of that but manages to transfer some of his anger to the fastenings of her clothes, quickly and efficiently stripping the layers of her outfit from her body until she’s standing there in nothing more than her underthings and the bracelet he gave her.
He loves that no matter where she goes, she’s got a piece of him with her, but he keeps that bit of information to himself. She already has his heart. Any more leverage and she’ll have him following her like a puppy… more than he already does, that is.
Caleb tries to be level-headed about this, but it’s a challenge given how very fuckin’ long he’s dreamed about seeing her like this, albeit in very different circumstances. Still, he loves her, loves her more than he longs for her, even, so he schools his features, wills his body to calm down, and has his Evol prop her up while guiding her roughed-up body into the shower.
And though it’s strange, and not entirely logical, Caleb swears he can feel her pressing back into his gravitational touch, leaning into his power as he works to support her and not lose his damn mind. Maybe it has something to do with her Resonance. God knows it wouldn’t be the first time that their shared connection bridged the gap between fantasy and reality.
Once the shower curtain is closed, his power slips away, leaving her to stand on her own two feet.
“You good?”
“I’ve got the wall,” she says with a sigh. “Can you help me after I’m done?”
“Of course.”
She manages to take off the rest of her clothes. They fall to the floor of her shower with a soft thump.
“Want me to grab ‘em?”
“Everything’s filthy,” she admits. “Guts and blood and gore. I think I’m gonna burn them.”
Caleb chuckles and shakes his head. He’ll get the gore out for her. He’s good at that. Listening attentively, he makes sure to check in with her as she bathes. Truthfully, she’s sounding better, at least, until a soft hiss sounds from behind the curtain.
“Everything alright, Pip-squeak?”
“Just a very, very sore muscle.”
The water stops, and she gingerly peeks her head out from behind the curtain. She’s adorably drenched, and every part of him is itching with the need to care for her. He’s pleased to note that most of the blood is washed away, and doesn’t seem to belong to her.
Guts and blood and gore, indeed.
“I got a towel ready,” he says, spreading it out and turning his head so she can step out of the shower without having to worry about him leering.
Caleb swears she snickers at him, but she ducks into his arms and lets him wrap her in the towel, just the same. She’s swallowed up by an excess of plush fabric, with only her feet and head peeking out from the edges.
It almost reminds him of when she was young, and how after playing with the sprinkler and tiring herself out in the summer sun, she’d complain about being cold, only for Caleb to wrap her up in a towel and help her dry off.
Well, he’s not that boy anymore, and she’s certainly not that girl, and what they are to each other is so much more than childhood friends.
Still, he tugs at the edge of the towel and lifts it so that he’s better covering her neck. “Can you turn around? I’ll dry your hair.”
“The blow dryer is—”
“Beneath the sink, I know.”
With everything ready, he first works at detangling her hair with her paddle brush. Her work’s made a mess of her hair, but he’s good at this—the best, actually. He has to be because the last thing he wants is to cause her any more pain.
After her hair is detangled and pulled back, he slowly runs the blow dryer over it while combing it on low heat. He’d hate to damage her hair. Once her hair is mostly dry, he quickly pulls it into a braid. Another thing that he’s quite good at.
“Hair ties?”
She holds up her wrist.
“Hair ties that haven’t gone through hell and back?” he clarifies while tugging the band from her wrist and throwing it in the trash.
“Medicine cabinet.”
He gets what he needs, ties off her hair, and picks her up again. This time, she squawks a little, but he gently rubs his lips against the top of her head and softly begs, “Please? Let me help.”
And mollified by his words or his actions, she settles and lets her head fall against his shoulder. It doesn’t take long to get to her bedroom, the door of which he gently nudges open with his power.
Caleb settles her on the bed and walks over to her dresser. “What d’ya wanna wear?”
“Mmm, I have some clothes ready in the top drawer.”
Pulling open the heavy wooden drawer, Caleb is surprised to recognize her clothes as his. “I was wearing this the last time I visited.”
“Yeah, your clothes are comfier than mine.”
“The shorts aren’t mine,” he points out.
“Your shorts would slide down my legs. The shirt is big, but it’s sooo nice to sleep in.”
As Caleb tugs the shirt and shorts closer, he can’t help but notice that it still smells faintly of his scent.
“Didn’t you wash this, Pip-squeak?” he drawls.
“Oh. No…” She sounds embarrassed, and he’s just about to tease her for always leaving her dirty laundry for him to do when she soundly sucker-punches him with what she says next. “It still smells like you… So… that’s why.”
That soft admission has the air retreating from his lungs in a wicked rush, words hitting with precision impact. Caleb doesn’t turn to face her. He can’t. His fist is tightly clenched around his shirt—the one that smells like him—his eyes are closed, and his breathing is so erratic that he needs to take a moment to calm himself.
Of course, he keeps her clothes at his bedside when she’s not in his home, but to hear she does the same—no, that she wears clothes that smell like him to bed—makes him feel fucking feral. He is not a good man. Far from it. He is who he needs to be so that he can keep her safe.
But when the reality of her words hits, it shifts his intentions for the evening entirely. He’d meant to put her to bed with a heating pad after checking for wounds, and then go to make her something to eat. Now she’d be lucky if he let her sleep at all.
“Where’s that massage oil that Tara got you?”
“How do you know about that?!” she balks.
“She was bragging about it at your birthday party. She’s remarkably chatty when she’s been drinking.” Tara was remarkably chatty all the time, but she got downright obscene with alcohol. Caleb got the sense that she was intentionally making him aware of the oil, almost as if she was giving him a not-so-subtle nudge.
As if any of this was up to him. Still, the knowledge came in handy. He’s feeling not the least bit smug about it, at least, until she hits him with another jab. “It’s in the drawer of my bedside table.”
Caleb closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and specifically does not think about what that likely means.
He clears his throat, but his voice is still rough when he finally manages to ask, “Can you dress yourself?”
“I can manage. But what are you going to do with the oil?”
Caleb shakes his head, turns, and fixes her with a look. “Massage your legs, silly girl. You could barely stand earlier. They’re gonna be hellish in the morning if you don’t take care of them now.”
“You’d do that for me?” she asks, cheeks still flushed from her shower, and towel wrapped tight. She looks good enough to eat, and Caleb expects that if he doesn’t somewhat sate the beast inside of him, he’s going to make a meal of her sooner rather than later.
Caleb stands before her, bunches her shirt—his shirt—up, and slides the top over her head. “Can you manage the rest?”
She nods, and he turns around to give her some privacy. “The shorts?”
“I can manage,” she replies, but her groans make his stomach twist with concern.
“They’re working you too hard.”
“My job is hard. This is what I signed up for.”
“Then you need to do a better job of taking care of yourself during your days off.”
“Okay, Mom.”
“I think ‘Daddy’ would be more fitting.”
“Caleb!” she squeaks. “Don’t say things like that.” But she certainly doesn’t sound as scandalized as she should…
“All right, all right. I’m sorry. You finished?”
“…Yeah, I got it.”
Caleb turns, tilts his head, and gives her a look. Her hair’s messed up now from the shirt, and she looks tired. A perfect pout greets his smile.
“Poor baby,” he softly croons. “Lay back and let me take care of you.”
He can see her swallow at that, like she’s having a hard time making her vocal cords work. “You’re just taking advantage of my weakness.”
“Naturally. How else am I gonna get you to understand that you need me?”
She huffs at that. “You need me just as much as I need you, Caleb.”
He snorts softly, teeth pressing into his tongue, before he softly admits, “You have no idea… Now, no more stalling.”
Caleb points to the bed, and she dutifully scoots back onto the sheets, albeit slowly and with effort. He manages to dig out the oil from her dresser and pointedly ignores literally everything else that’s hidden away in there because he won’t be able to behave if he does otherwise.
“I guess I should have grabbed the oil,” she starts to say.
He frowns. “Why?”
“Oh… never mind.”
“Something you don’t want me to see in there?”
She nibbles her lip, eyes fluttering softly as she murmurs, “Maybe… maybe not.”
The look she gives him is so coy and tempting that his mind goes completely blank and he utterly forgets what the hell he’d been in the middle of doing. At least, until she points to the oil.
“Are you gonna massage my legs or…?”
“Yeah… yeah. Right. Roll over, Pip-squeak. Lemme see where it hurts.”
She rolls over and Caleb’s eyes trail reverently over the length of her legs. She looks good. Too good. He hates that her coworkers get to even see a measure of this. Of course, he knows it’s insane to want to be the only one who can appreciate her, but his greedy heart feels it just the same.
“You been workin’ out more lately?”
“Hmm? Why?”
“Things look… tight,” he rasps, voice betraying his interest and desire.
Her reply is soft and teasing. “Someone did make me join that squat challenge last month. And here, I thought you had ulterior motives, but you’re acting all surprised.”
Caleb coughs to cover up some of his embarrassment and dispel a measure of his lust. Yeah, he had gotten her to agree to that challenge. Honestly, he’d been grasping for things to say, because he caught her right after a workout and the fine mist of sweat on her brow, along with the gorgeous flush in her cheeks, had him thinking of exercise of a different kind.
And here she’d taken him seriously.
“Gonna be as strong as me soon,” he manages while stepping closer to the bed. Her legs are spread on either side of him, and for one long moment, he doesn’t know what to do, or where to look next.
“Doubt it. Your legs are too long, and your thighs are too strong.”
“Been thinking about my thighs, baby?”
He’s teasing, sweet, and he means to catch her off guard, but she hits back so hard as she replies, “Yeah, your thighs… and other parts of your anatomy.”
Caleb sighs, long and hard. Says a prayer for courage to whoever happens to be listening, the Gods of the earth and the sea and space, or otherwise, and then, he gets to work. He kneels on the floor at the edge of the bed, and he’s tall enough that this gives him a good vantage point. He knows exactly what he wants to do next, and he’s as ready as he’ll ever be.
“Tell me if it hurts.”
feels like home series page; sticky fingers: chapter two
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Author’s Note:
Sorry, this was so big that I had to cut it into two chapters because I hate editing and I got busy with other stuff. I’ll post the other chapter tomorrow, so you can have something to enjoy (I hope) over the weekend. The second part is spicier :D
I listened to the hipsterist hipster music for this one to get me into the right headspace, please enjoy haha. Also somewhat inspired by what has to have been the most painful massage I’ve ever had in my LIFE (did not have the same ending, there was only pain lmao, but I was like hmm maybe Caleb would be good at massages for MC, and then, PAIN). Also Deeply inspired by that secret times where Caleb takes care of MC when she’s sick. Like GOD DAMN, Caleb. “You’re worried I’ll spoil you rotten. Too late for that!” ??? ARE YOU KIDDING ME????
Also, not that it matters in the slightest, but I wrote this before I learned it’s canon that she likes to keep his clothes around (and wear them???) because they smell like him. They’re just really transparent with how fucking down bad these two are for each other lmao.
Still really fucking obsessed here, guys. Chokehold, I think is a good way to put it. Caleb is a mf bias wrecker, like oh my literal GOD. I swear, some of these are gonna be from MC’s pov, but I’m working through some SHIT rn lol.
I also gave the MC a little name, “Emme” which is short for Emme Sea lmao. I have a challenging time with writing y/n or like using second person present tense. No judgment or anything like that, it just makes it hard for me to think of the characters properly when I’m writing them. ANYWAY, I’ll use it sparingly, but sometimes, it’s just better to have a name lol.
Anyway, thanks so much for reading! And extra hugs for anyone who left a comment. You are the apple of my eye, and thank you for giving me a space to channel this whatever it is? Obsession lmao. I’ve got a few other interludes planned (shower), and I’m taking requests (on tumblr), so either give this/me a follow, or check up on my tumblr :) If you enjoyed, I’d love to hear from you! Or feel free to share with a friend, if you’re lucky enough to have some Caleb-obsessed friends haha.
Don’t forget! I'll be posting any updates as installments (not chapters), so be sure to sub to the series or my user name to get updates on ao3, or just check my tumblr, i'll post here too♥️🍎
because i just cant stop thinking about these two, i'm 100% convinced that MC is gonna be the one to cross the line first when it comes to kissing. like caleb, i love you, caleb, but as much as he wants to, it's gonna come down to mc just being like 'ya know what, fuck it' and diving in. he's gonna look like such a shocked puppy at first, but i think he'll recover nicely (and cry a bit).
anyway, a valentine's trailer would be nice infold, like keep me going this week, PLEASE
