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The first two days at Skyhaven were a blur of the usual military shit and some… weird stuff happening around.

You spent day one getting your bearings, learning the layout of the fleet's new home. It was a normal day—if there was such a thing for a newly appointed lieutenant colonel—filled with the usual pre-transfer chaos and the exhaustion that comes with it.

The thing is, your transfer papers, along with Caleb's, got misrouted and mishandled by some new intern. Although, this unfortunate mishap gave you and Caleb a bit more time to prepare for your new role, also a bit more time for yourselves, since everybody deserves a breather, a pause, a couple of slow days before the real load of work pours heavily on your laps.

Day two was when things started to get... interesting.

In the women's restroom, hushed voices caught your attention. You froze, sitting silently in the cubicle as the name Caleb reached your ears. Your husband.

You strained to listen, and your heart sank when you heard phrases like "one-night stand," "not what was expected," and "boring."

A strange mix of fury and confusion swirled inside you.

Nobody here knew Caleb. His transfer papers were mishandled; no photos or personal details had been released. This was a puzzle you couldn't solve by just fuming, so you decided to investigate.

Your search led you to the break room, where you were stirring your coffee, deep in thought.

"I haven't seen you before," a voice said, pulling you from your reverie. You turned to see a man, about 5'7", with a confident, cocky smirk. "Pretty sure I'd remember someone like you around here. You new?" he continued.

You gave a polite nod, decided to keep your identity hidden and simply told him that you were a new pilot, not exactly lying, but entirely revealing who you really are. Well, not yet.

"Hm, I see," he said, puffing out his chest. "If you need a tour guide, I'm more than happy to be of help. After all, that's what I'm here for as the colonel."

His words hit you like a punch to the gut. The colonel? That's your husband. The audacity of this man made you want to pour your hot coffee on him.

"Perks of knowing the colonel, maybe you can be a favorite," he said, his eyes scanning your body. "Maybe I could help you get used to the whole place."

You feigned confusion. "Sorry… You're the… Colonel?"

His smirk widened as if you were playing hard to get. "Yes, Colonel Caleb. Might want to remember that, Miss Pilot."

And just like that, the puzzle pieces fell into place. This creep was using your husband's identity to hook up with women. You were both disgusted and relieved. Relieved because you hadn't called Caleb in a fit of rage.

You had a far better idea.

That night, you called your husband and hatched a plan.

"So, what you're saying is you want me to pretend I'm not the colonel… for… entertainment purposes?" Caleb's voice was low, a hint of suspicion and amusement laced in his words.

"Just for a couple of days," you purred into the phone. "We can pretend we're just two new pilots. Nobody knows who we are. It'll give us a chance to see how the fleet really operates." You kept the real reason to yourself, not wanting to spoil the surprise.

"You're up to something, aren't you, sweetie?" he asked, a low chuckle rumbling in his chest. "You're trying to get me to roleplay? I didn't know you had this kink."

"Maaaaaybe," you hummed seductively. "I promise you'll find it interesting. You can punish me if you don't."

A long, slow groan came through the line, "I swear, your devious mind is going to be the death of me. I'll take Gideon with me tomorrow. It's been a while since I've flown a jet."

"Perfect. I can't wait to see my handsome pilot hubby."

His voice grew husky. "A couple more hours, baby. I'm going to get there so fast, Gideon will just have to shut up if I speed over to Skyhaven. I need you so bad. Need to be inside you really soon."

"Mmm. I'll be counting every minute, Colonel," you whispered, using the name you knew would drive him crazy.

"Fuck," he grunted. "I'm going to fuck that pretty cunt as soon as I get there."

The words sent a shiver through you, a wave of heat pooling between your legs. You helped him finish over the phone, his groans and your whimpers filling the silent room. You both lay on your pillows, falling asleep with the video chat still open, your faces on the screen, the only comfort that brought you and your husband during the days when you're apart.

The next day, you waited in Caleb's office, a nervous thrill coursing through you. You were briefing him about your observations of the fleet, but you hadn't told him about the rumors or your encounter with the fake colonel. You were saving that for a face-to-face reaction.

Hours ticked by, and just before noon, he walked through the door.

He locked it behind him, dropped his duffle bag, and in a flash, your legs were wrapped around his waist. He gripped your thighs, his mouth on yours in a hungry, desperate kiss. Without a word, he sat you on the edge of his huge mahogany desk, his hands pushing your skirt up, pulling your underwear to the side. He didn't have the patience to remove it, and neither did you.

With a restrained growl, he pushed inside you, filling you with a familiar, aching warmth.

"Fuck, you're so good, so tight," he groaned, burying his face in the crook of your neck. "Missed my wife so bad. You feel so fucking good."

Caleb continued to ram himself inside your aching core, lips covering the bare skin he could reach, hands gripping your bare flesh firmly, as he savored the sensation of your walls enveloping every part of his length, being coated with your juices, as he hit those spots that made you see the stars, made you reach the heavens, made you moan his name so seductively that almost made him lose his control.

"Ooh fuck, Caleb," you moaned, your fingers fumbling with the buttons of his shirt, aching to feel the warmth of his bare skin against yours, words spilling out of your lips without a thought in mind, just wanting more, begging for more, greedy to take what he could offer.

"Please, Caleb… More… Fuck."

You felt his chest vibrate from his low grunts and groans, his eyes never leaving yours, his actions so erratic, so intense and needy that beads of sweat were trailing on his forehead, his neck, his chest, making him look so provocative, making you lose yourself from the feeling of his rigid muscles and toned abs under your palm.

He thrust violently, the desk shaking under you. "I swear my - fuck - hand is not enough - oh shit - your pussy feels so - oh damn - perfect."

You couldn't form a coherent thought, your mind a mess of pleasure. All you could do was cling to him, watching his face contort with need and desire, your legs wrapped around his waist so tight, while he continue to wreck you, continue to get an orgasm after another, while his own is building up fast.

"That's it, baby, give me one more," he rasped in your ear. "I need you to milk my fucking cock dry. Come on, baby, let go for me once again."

You did, and he followed not long after, his pace fast and frantic, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as your toes curled in the intensity of your shared climax.

You remained in each other's arms for a few minutes, basking in the aftermath. "Fuck, that was intense," he panted. "We better clean up, or else I won't be able to stop myself and fuck you until you can't walk."

"You're impossible, Caleb," you panted, letting your head fall on his desk, smiling softly while massaging his damp locks, "I missed you so much."

"Me too, sweetie," Caleb gave you a boyish grin, face nuzzled between the valley of your breasts in pure contentment as if it's exactly where he belongs, "Almost left Gideon's ass behind. I missed you so bad."

You hummed in satisfaction, tummy filled with fluttery butterflies, as you lightly pushed your self to sit up, making Caleb pull away reluctantly but only after you gave him another affectionate kiss.

After you both got decent, he put on a gray button-up shirt and his leather straps, and your eyes went straight to his chest, the straps doing wonders for his physique. He chuckled, calling your attention back to his face.

"Keep doing that, and I swear you won't be able to walk for a week, darling." He gave your ass a playful squeeze as you left his office.

The next hours went in a blur of meetings and briefings.

You and Caleb had managed to maintain your cover of being the new pilots. He watched from the sidelines with an amused smirk as you efficiently handled the day's tasks, acting as someone superior than him since you came to Skyhaven earlier than he did, your authority evident in every word and gesture.

He followed you around as you gave him a tour of the base, told him about your observations and assessment and of course, he found your playful manipulation of the situation utterly intoxicating, even if he still has no clue about the rest of your plans.

You were sitting in the break room, a steaming mug of coffee in your hands, when you saw him. The fake-Colonel, Bob, looking as smug as ever. You found out that Bob is actually the copy machine guy, the one who does the errand for the officers, and somehow the guy actually thought it's a good idea to use Caleb's identity to get some clueless women to sleep with his creepy ass.

Just then, the door to the break room opened and you gave a silent signal at Caleb to play along as Bob walked in, clipboard in hand, a smug look on his face. You saw the moment his eyes landed on you, and his expression instantly brightened.

"I knew I'd see you here again, Miss Pilot," he said, puffing out his chest and ignoring Caleb entirely. "Did you rethink my offer from yesterday?"

You felt Caleb stiffen beside you, his jaw tightening. You gave him a quick, subtle kick to the leg under the table and a mischievous glint in your eyes. He shot you a look that clearly said, 'What the hell are you doing?' but he stayed silent.

"Sorry, Colonel," you said, your voice dripping with faux politeness, "I haven't changed my mind. I'm really not interested."

Bob's face fell, but he quickly recovered, his eyes narrowing as he finally noticed Caleb. "And who is this?"

Caleb simply shrugged, his expression a mask of playful insolence. "Just... a new pilot. Only arrived this morning." His eyes never left yours, a silent challenge in their depths.

Bob eyed him from head to toe, a look of annoyance on his face. "Is he the reason you declined my invitation?"

You hummed, your foot now rubbing against Caleb's calf under the table. You felt him tense, a flicker of heat sparking in his eyes. "I believe that's none of your business, Colonel."

"You'd rather sit with a… with a... rookie," Bob spat the words out as if they were poison, "when you could have fun with the colonel himself?"

You smiled, staring directly into Caleb's eyes, your foot moving higher up his leg.

"Well, you could punish me for that, Colonel," you said, your voice a silken thread of temptation. You leaned forward, the motion subtle, and your foot came to rest on the inside of Caleb's thigh. "Write me up for… hmmm… say… insubordination." You emphasized the word, your gaze locked with Caleb's.

You saw the immediate shift in his expression. The playfulness was gone, replaced by a dark, hungry intensity. His eyes, now the color of dark galaxy, bore into yours. Bob was an afterthought. All that mattered was the silent, sizzling communication happening between you and Caleb.

Bob, completely offended, was flustered. "You little…"

But he didn't get to finish.

Caleb stood abruptly, a silent, powerful command in his every movement. He didn't even bother to glance at Bob. His towering height, his sheer presence, was enough to make the other man take a step back.

Caleb simply walked over to the counter, grabbed a couple packets of cream for his coffee, and then returned to his seat. The entire action was so filled with unspoken authority that it left Bob sputtering, his face a bright, mottled red.

You leaned back, a bored look on your face. "I'll be waiting for that write-up, Colonel," you said, your tone mocking.

Bob, defeated, huffed and stormed off. The moment the door swung shut, you both burst into laughter. You laughed so hard your sides ached, tears welling in your eyes. Caleb's laughter was deep and hearty, a sound you hadn't realized you'd missed so much.

That's when Gideon walked in, completely bewildered by the scene. You explained everything, telling them about the rumors you had heard in the restroom—that the colonel's dick was small and he had no stamina in bed—to which you revealed that the poor women were fooled by Bob and used Caleb's identity to get into their pants.

Gideon wasn't sure whether to be angry for his friend or join in the amusement. He's wondering how these rumors haven't reached the other officers, yet with the number of tasks on their workload, they probably have no time to listen to the hushed whispers in the corridors.

Caleb just patted his shoulder, "Lighten up, Gid. It's actually fun."

The next morning, the grand hall of Skyhaven was abuzz with anticipation.

The media was there, officers in their pristine uniforms, the air charged with excitement. You sat at the long table, the "Lieutenant Colonel Xia" nameplate a silent testament to your new rank. A camera flashed, and you smiled, a confident, practiced expression. The buzz of your phone in your pocket told you Caleb was on his way, and a jolt of anticipation, both professional and deeply personal, shot through you.

A lower-ranking officer announced your name, and you took to the microphone, your voice calm and poised. You answered a few questions, gracefully handling the media’s curiosity about your relationship with the new Colonel. You saw Bob in the back, his face a ghostly white as he listened to you casually drop the bombshell that you were, in fact, the Colonel’s wife.

Another reporter asked how you met, to which you gave them a polite, but proud smile as you answered, "Colonel Caleb and I were in the same batch as cadets. We were both pilots. We were sparring partners. I tried to beat him multiple times, but he'd always come out on top of our batch."

"Except for target shooting!" Gideon chimed in from the side. "She has the best aim in our batch!"

You blushed slightly at Gideon's smug expression, not really wanting to put yourself in the limelight. You're not exactly trying to fake your humility, but you wanted this day to be for your husband—to celebrate his hadwork and recognize his accomplishments that led him to this point, his promotion.

Yet Gideon, being the good and loyal friend that he is, wanted to make sure that you and Caleb would both get the recognition that you deserved. You made a mental note to tell Caleb to treat Gideon to a nice meal somewhere in Skyhaven later on.

Then, a sudden hush fell over the room as the doors opened.

Caleb.

He stood for a moment, his broad frame filling the doorway, a towering silhouette against the bright light of the morning. He was in his full uniform now, a crisp white shirt, the dark jacket with its polished brass buttons and the gleaming rank insignia on his shoulders. His aura was powerful, commanding, the very definition of authority. Every eye in the room was on him. You saw women whispering, their faces a mixture of awe and dawning horror.

And Bob?

Poor guy looked as if he was about to collapse on the spot.

Hushed whispers spread through the crowd. "That's the colonel?" "No way, we were fooled by some jerk!"

As he strode down the aisle, his presence seemed to swallow up all the air in the room. He moved with a purpose, a confident stride that spoke of power and absolute control. The officers, your colleagues, stood at attention, saluting him as he passed.

He offered them a brief nod before his gaze settled on you, and for a fleeting moment, all the power and command in his eyes softened. He reached the podium, his hand coming to rest on the small of your back, guiding you back to your seat as if you were the most fragile, precious thing in the world. The contrast of his public demeanor and his private tenderness was dizzying.

After a formal introduction and a look at your impressive credentials, one brave, or foolish, reporter raised his hand. "There's a rumor that has been going around that the colonel is quite… inadequate in size and... in bed. How would you react to that, colonel?"

The room went silent. You glanced at Gideon, who was trying his best not to laugh, while the other officers looked nervous and offended at the audacity of the person who asked. You and Caleb knew that the reporter must be from a tabloid newspaper, after all those guys wanted the juiciest and scandalous bits of information, most especially from the youngest crowned Colonel of the Farspace Fleet.

This rumor had been circulating even before you and Caleb came to Skyhaven, probably Bob heard Caleb's name, thought it was a brilliant plan to use his identity without realizing that he screwed up with the real deal.

His downfall started when he started to hit on you—the wife of the Colonel.

You glanced at the audience, saw some of the women staring at Caleb in admiration, in defeated hope, in painful confirmation that the young, tall and handsome Colonel is already married, while some who met your gaze in guilt and shame, averted quickly due to the possibility that they're part of the wide-spread of rumors, could have also been fooled by Bob and thought they actually slept with the Colonel himself.

Also, the women can't help but feel jealous. After all, the Colonel is certainly a fine, young gentleman, with his tall frame, well-built physique, handsome features, smooth, commanding voice. And those galaxy orbs... just one look, any woman would drop on their knees to do whatever he wanted.

And as soon as you met Gideon's eyes, he recognized the mischievous glint in your eyes. He had seen them multiple times before, that he is sure that Caleb knew that his wife—who absolutely have no filter, very shameless and has a knack for stirring up trouble—would take this question all to herself.

And Gideon was right.

As soon as you took the mic in front of you, Caleb and Gideon expected everything that you were about to say.

"You, brave Sir, are asking the wrong person. You should've directed the question to the most reliable source of information," you smirked playfully, the reporter's eyes (and everybody's) were glinting hopefully that you'd give them a good, satisfying answer, as you continued to speak, "Those rumors are the only reason the Colonel is still breathing and our marriage remains strong. Because to put it simply…"

Caleb saw Gideon from the corner of his eye… Gideon's hand was repeatedly gesturing (frantically) at Caleb to do something, or say something, anything to cut you off. And Caleb's eyes widened as he understood, his hands scrambling for his own mic a few seconds before you finished your statement.

"…The truth is quite the opposite and way faaar from those circulating rumors because my husband is definitely not sma—"

"—Leeeeet's just say," Caleb successfully cut you off the last second, the attention of the media and audience directed at him, Gideon releasing a sigh of relief, "I am a very devoted man and a husband who aims to please his wife and deeply values his life," Caleb paused as he wrapped an arm around you, "And there goes a saying that a Happy Wife, a Happy Life," he, then, cleared his throat, continued to speak decisively and with finality, "Rumors cleared. Q&A done. Thank you all for welcoming us."

You giggled as Caleb squeezed your hand under the table, his eyes giving you a warning look.

"Someone's going to be punished tonight for misbehaving," he whispered in your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. "But judging by the lack of guilt in your expression, I'd say you don't actually mind being... punished."

"I guess not, Colonel," you whispered back, a sweet, sinful smile on your face. "How about I reward you instead?"

"What kind of reward am I getting?" he asked, his eyes hungry.

"How about I sit on your face, hm? Then I'll give you head. Let you use my body as much as you can. Is that reward good enough for the Colonel?"

"No backing out, sweetie," he squeezed your thigh under the table, and you gave him a sweet smile that promised him one of the best nights of his life.

And so the afternoon at Skyhaven was supposed to be a peaceful one.

The press conference was over, the drama had subsided, and you and Caleb were finally enjoying a quiet moment. You were perched on his lap in his spacious office, a comfortable silence settling between you as you both read through a stack of reports. Caleb's hand rested on your thigh, a familiar weight that grounded you in the midst of the day's chaos.

The quiet was shattered by the sound of a familiar, panicked voice. "Caleb, your little sister just texted!" Gideon burst into the office, his chest heaving. "She's here at Skyhaven, and she got lost in the building."

Caleb didn't even flinch. He simply flipped a page in his report, his eyes scanning the text. "I'll call her and tell her to wait in the lobby."

Gideon, however, was clearly still stressed. He took a few steps closer, his voice low and worried. "No, you don't understand. MC said… there's some creep in the coffee room who is hitting on her. He introduced himself as the Colonel."

The words hung in the air, the name "Bob" silently screaming in your minds. You and Caleb simultaneously stopped reading. You let out a long, theatrical sigh, not out of worry, but out of pure exasperation. Caleb's own sigh echoed yours, a shared understanding passing between you.

You knew he wasn't worried. He knew you weren't worried.

"My sister is a hunter," Caleb said, his voice laced with an almost bored certainty as he went back to his report. "It's not her we should be worrying about."

Meanwhile, in the break room, Bob was in a familiar scene, using his favorite—and only—pickup line. He had spotted an attractive young woman who looked like she was lost, her uniform hinting at her a hunter, but he was too distracted by his own ego to notice the danger.

"If you're free, maybe I could help you get used to the whole place," he said with his usual suggestive smirk. "Perks of knowing the colonel, maybe you can be a favorite."

The young woman, who had been staring at her phone with a confused frown, looked up at him. "The Colonel?" she asked, her voice dangerously calm.

"Yes, Colonel Caleb," he said, puffing out his chest.

In a flash, Bob found himself face down on the cold floor, his arm twisted painfully behind his back. The young woman’s knee was a firm weight on his spine, and he yelped in pain, "Ow! Ow! You crazy bitch!"

"HOW DARE YOU USE A CREEPY FUCKING LINE TO HIT ON ME USING MY BROTHER'S NAME YOU DISGUSTING MOTHERFUCKER!" she screamed, her voice echoing off the walls. "DO YOU HAVE A DEATHWISH?!"

And that's exactly how you, Caleb and Gideon found them as the three of you walked into the break room, following the trail of screams. Bob was on the floor, his face pale with a mix of fear and pain. Caleb's little sister, your beautiful sister-in-law, had her knee perched on Bob's back with her hands gripping his arms tight, her eyes blazing with fury.

"Oh, hi Caleb!" she said, a cheerful smile replacing her furious scowl as she saw her brother, as if there's no yelping guy in pain under her knee. "I was just… handling some things."

Caleb simply nodded, a hint of a smirk on his face as he looked down at Bob. "I can see that."

You crossed your arms, looking down at the man who had been impersonating your husband for days. "Looks like you have some explaining to do, 'Colonel.'"

Gideon simply sighed in exhaustion, already dialing security and telling them to bring someone from the medical team.

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