(Disclaimer: all of Caleb's dialogue was pulled directly from the Verdant Wetlands 4* secret times.)
Sylus | Zayne | Xavier | Rafayel
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"Those who dare to mess with the Fleet sealed their fate since the beginning… Yes, go ahead." Caleb ends the call, clearing his throat before stepping into the room.
He sees the window is open, the wind billowing the curtains as cold air breezes into the room, "You forgot to close the window, again."
He glances to where you're curled up, "You fell asleep on the couch, huh?" He shuts the window with an amused smile.
His boots click quietly across the floor, "You're sleeping so peacefully, I don't have the heart to wake you."
Caleb sits beside where you're curled up. He leans over you, brushing your hair back as he sighs quietly, "I missed you…"
You startle awake, pulling from his unexpected touch. His brow furrows, "Why are you pulling away?"
He sets his hat on the side table, watching as you blink sleepily at him.
He brushes a hand over your arm, "It's me. You're awake?" the leather of his glove is cool against your skin.
You rub your eyes, "Caleb…? You're home?"
"Yeah. I just came back from Fleet's HQ," he smiles standing, "I'm just going to change."
You give him a questioning look.
"Doesn't my colonel uniform make you uncomfortable?" He gestures down at himself.
Your cheeks warm as your eyes travel over the sharp lines of him, "No…"
He rests his hands on his hips, "If it doesn't, then… why did you move away?"
He smirks as you sputter to respond, "Uh huh… Well, I'm freezing."
He gives you a suspicious look, "You're okay with the cold coming in from the window, But you think I'm cold?"
He scoffs, turning away, "Fine."
His boots echo against the floor, "I'll get you a blanket."
He tosses one of your throw blankets down beside him as he sits. You look at the blanket, then back at him.
"You don't need to be in a hurry to thank me," he teases, "I'm not here to take care of you today."
A mischievous smile touches his lips, "If you're cold… You need to come over here yourself."
"Sit." He pats his thigh and your pulse quickens as his eyes darken.
You shake your head.
"You sat in my lap before. What are you afraid of?" One dark eyebrow raises as he cocks his head with a devilish smile, "The fact that I'm wearing my uniform?"
"N-no…" Your eyes rake over him once more as your body begins to flush.
"Do you actually believe I can't tell what you're thinking?" In a flash, his hand is around your throat, fingers pressing against either side of your neck. Not hurting you, just holding you there.
His thumb back and forth over your fluttering pulse, "You think I can't… feel it?"
Caleb grins at your sharp intake of breath, a memory flashing through your mind.
"Oh… you're thinking about that interrogation, right?" His eyes roam over you, before finding yours once more.
He trails his gloved hand down the column of your neck, "Do you remember the mood tracker that was on your neck?"
"Detecting emotions doesn't need to be complicated," he leans in, brushing his lips against your ear.
"When it comes to you, I'm more effective than that device…" A shudder rolls through you as heat begins to pool low in your stomach.
His voice is barely a whisper, "It's just that... we're not close enough."
"Come closer… Open up," he says as he releases you.
Your body is starting to feel hot. Trying to put more distance between you, you sit back.
He scoffs, "You won't move? I have to go to you?"
You nod. Heart pounding in your chest.
His voice lowers to a growl, "If so, things won't be simple anymore."
He pushes you back against the couch, lips claiming yours as the heavy weight of him settles against you. His hand slips beneath your sleep shirt causing you to gasp at the coolness for leather brushes over your skin.
You can feel yourself getting dizzy as he begins to consume you. The heat of him radiating through the uniform, the hunger of his kiss, his hand sliding your shirt up…
"You need to breathe…" he rasps against your lips.
You take a steadying breath and then he's kissing you again. Lips moving against yours like he's starving for it.
He blazes a path down the column of your throat, your breath catching as you speak, "Caleb, are you upset… because of work?"
"Am I… in a bad mood… because of the Fleet?" His breath hitches as you arch into him.
"Do you still have the energy to think about them?" he growls.
He grips your jaw tightly, amethyst eyes burning, "The person under the Colonel's command right now is you. Watch your mouth."
He crashes lips to yours, moaning into the kiss as his tongue plunges into your mouth, tasting you as he roughly cups your now bare breasts.
"When the Farspace Fleet's Colonel is present, you're not allowed to be disrespectful." He pinches one nipple, relishing in how responsive you are.
He laughs, as he brushes his lips teasingly against your sternum, "…but I guess you already failed in that regard."
He hums against your skin, pulling your nipple into his mouth, tongue swirling around the sensitive bud. You to arch off of the couch on a sharp gasp as he sucks and teases the skin, your body writhing beneath him. He releases the puckered skin with a pop.
"Tch…You're pulling away again?" he rasps against your lips, "Are my leather gloves chaffing you?" his hand slides down your stomach.
You pull his bottom lip between your teeth, and he inhales sharply, "You're…" kiss "not allowed…" kiss "to bite though."
He abruptly pushes your thighs wide, pining you open, "The interrogation isn't over yet. You're not allowed to squirm."
He can't hold back a breathy moan as he sees the damp spot on the seam of your panties. He trails needy, open mouth kisses down your body. The desperate sounds he makes goes straight to your pussy. A quiet whimper leaves you when his fingers slide under the edge of the fabric, teasing your outer lips.
Caleb pauses, breathing heavily as he rests his head on your inner thigh, "What exactly am I interrogating you for?"
His breath catches as his fingers tease your drenched flesh, "You tell me…" he groans.
"Answer me. Who is the Colonel?" his free hand drops to the fly of his pants.
"Y-you…" Your breath hitches at the sound of his zipper lowering.
"It's me?" He pulls out his thick cock, pumping himself as he slides your panties to the side.
"Well then… can I do this?" he seals his mouth around your pussy, with a desperate whimper as the sweet taste of you hits his tongue. Your fingers sink into his hair as you moan, molten hot pleasure shooting through you when he sucks your clit between his lips.
A dark chuckle leaves him before whispers against your slick center, "Good girl…"
Your eyes roll back as he continues devouring you. His cock dribbling precum as your hips begin to grind against his face.
You whine when he sits up, "You still feel cold?" he chuckles when you shake your head quickly, "It's a bit hot?"
He kisses you as shifts between your legs, sliding his aching cock against you as you taste yourself on his lips,"Don't worry, I'll do it slowly..."
He pushes in with a soft grunt, "I'll take good care of you..."
You cry out at the pressure, squirming beneath him.
He laughs, "Why are you trying to escape again?" He grips your hips as he pushes in more.
"We're just getting started. We can… keep going." He rolls his hips against you slowly, not wanting to hurt you.
He mouths at your neck, soft whimpers pressing into your skin as he finally bottoms out. He sighs at the feel of your heat twitching around him, his hands caressing over the tops of your thighs as you stretch around him.
"C-Caleb… 's too much…" you whine against him.
"Ah… You aren't sure if it feels good?" he slowly pulls almost all of the way out, then drives his hips forward. He moans as your walls clench around him.
He smiles knowingly, brushing hair from your face as he stares into your eyes, "Is that really the case?" A sound rumbles in his chest as you rake your nails down his muscled back, "Hmm… Stay…. It'll feel good…"
He kisses you softly, setting a steady rhythm. Pleasure sparking from your center all throughout your body as he rocks into you, "I'm here… I know everything about you…"
His kisses becomes more urgent, his pace increasing as he feels your body beginning to tighten around him. You whine into his mouth, each drag of his cock against your walls pushing you closer to the edge.
He pulls back, breathless, "Get on top of me… let me see you more clearly… Is that okay?"
He sits up, shifting you to straddle him, releasing a breathless groan as you slide your dripping arousal over him, not caring about the mess you're making of his uniform.
"Say it.. Say yes…" His gaze find yours through half-lidded eyes.
His expression already looks drunk, cheeks flushed pink as you whisper, "Yes…"
He chuckles in satisfaction, "I heard you…"
He pulls you down, your pussy sheathing him beautifully. He crushes you against him, his hips driving up into you as he finds your lips again. You match his rhythm, rolling your hips against him, your hands tangling in his hair as you ride him, taking everything he has to offer...
caleb taking your cum-stained panties into his mouth, sucking on it while fucking you in the most delicious mating press position. deep, throaty sounds reverberate from his chest, his hips faltering for a moment as he tries so hard not to come right then and there simply from the taste of you.
he’s so big, and so so deep inside you, the intense pleasure making it impossible for you to form coherent words, your eyes clouded with lust—it’s too much, but you do not want him to stop.
you’ve completely lost track of how many times he's made you come, but caleb is eager to do it once more—he loves hearing your little whimpers, moaning his name like a prayer. but most especially, he loves watching you tremble underneath him, your beautiful, cock-drunk face, eyes rolling at the back of your head as he pounds into you deep and hard. the room filled with the filthiest squelching wet noises from the two freakiest little freaks in skyhaven.
Nether night descends. Two hearts entwined 🌷
I was originally going to keep this as a sketch, but ended up finishing it.
I drew all the Lads 3.0 myths! (I have yet to post them on here lol bear with mee)
Which new myth ended up being your favorite? ✨
Colonel Caleb, control, brat, fingering, doing it against a door, teasing,
You swear the air in that stupid freaking conference room was thick enough to choke on, and none of it had anything to do with the coffee or the oppressive heat of summer.
It was him. Just him.
Caleb.
Sitting there like a goddamn marble statue carved out of pure sin, uniform pressed so sharp it could cut glass, medals catching the light every time he breathed, jaw set like he was going to murder someone, he looked so hot with his Colonel face on.
You were dying.
Actually dying.
Okay…Maybe not dying….but you were wet, aching, clenching around nothing while he had the audacity to calmly review patrol routes like he wasn’t the single most edible thing you’d ever seen in your entire life.
You wanted to crawl under the table and ruin him with your lips, wrap them around his cock and– no no don't turn yourself even more feral then you are! You chastised yourself. You wanted him to ruin you. Whatever, you told your ovaries to calm down and like normal around the colonel they outright ignore you.
You can't just slide under the table and suck his soul out of his cock, so you did the next best thing.
Your foot found his calf first, Lightly.
Then his knee, you watched his face as he watched one of his subordinates talk some shit about guns.
Then—slow, so slow—you slid it higher. The second your toe brushed the inside of his thigh you felt the muscle jump like you’d shocked him.
But his face?
Nothing.
Stone-cold colonel mask. Only the tiniest twitch at the corner of his mouth gave him away, and that tiny twitch made your whole body throb, and you can barely hold back a moan.
You kept going.
When your toes finally pressed against the thick, hard line of him through his trousers, you almost moaned out loud again.
He was already so fucking hard. For you. Under the table. In front of all these people.
You dragged your toes along his length once—slow, deliberate—and watched his fountain pen stutter across the page, leaving a little black smear like even his ink was losing control.
Fuck, you love him like this.
You asked some completely innocent question about airspace clearance, batting your lashes like you weren’t currently stroking his cock with your foot under the mahogany table, His voice when he answered—low, steady, dangerous—made your panties stick to you even worse.
When the meeting finally ended and the room cleared, you stayed put, thighs pressed together, trying to look innocent while your heart tried to hammer its way out of your chest.
He stood and strode to the door, the click of that lock was the single hottest sound you’ve ever heard, or at least the implications of what it meant was.
He crossed the room like a predator, staring at you with dark violet eyes. Grabbed your wrist. Yanked you up against him. You could feel how hard he still was, how fast his heart was pounding under all that crisp uniform fabric.
“You’ve been torturing me all morning,” he growled against your ear as he pulled you even closer, voice so low it vibrated straight down your spine, and to your pussy
“Teasing. Touching. Squeezing me like I’m your toy.
“You are,” you whispered, grinning like the brat you are.
Something in his eyes snapped “Say that again” he growled
“You’re mine to torment, Colonel.”
Next thing you knew your back was against the door, his hand braced over your head with your wrists in it, caging you in, and his other hand was shoving your skirt up and ripping your panties away like they personally offended him.
Two thick fingers pushed inside you without warning and you almost screamed,you whimpered instead.
You were so wet they just slid right in, and he groaned, like he couldn’t believe how soaked you were for him.
“Look at you,” he rasped, lips brushing your ear, teeth grazing the shell with a soft nip
“Dripping all over my fingers after teasing me for two straight hours. Greedy little thing, who's a toy to be played with now?”
He curled them just right and your knees buckled as the pleasure shot through your core.
He pinned you harder, grinding his cock against your thigh so you could feel exactly what you’d done to him, it makes you buck up and try to feel more.
“Stay still,” he ordered, voice pure steel. “Or I stop and make you leave like this, needy–empty.”
He pulled his fingers out and you almost cried. Then he spun you around, chest to the door, and you heard the belt. The zipper. The most beautiful sounds in the universe–aparr from his whimpers when you wrap your lips around his coc–.
One brutal thrust and he was buried to the hilt, stretching you so perfectly you saw stars. His hand slapped over your mouth, cutting your whimpering scream short.
And then he fucked you.
Hard. Deep. Possessive. Every heavy snap of his hips slammed you up onto your toes, rattled the doorframe, made your brain short-circuit.
His cock dragged against every sensitive spot inside you on the way out, only to punch back in so deep your vision whited out at the edges. The wet, filthy sound of skin meeting skin filled the room, slick and obscene, each thrust forcing more of your arousal down your thighs as he slams in with a squelching sound.
You were shaking. Clenching. Helpless. Your walls fluttered and squeezed around him like your body was trying to keep him there forever, and every time you tightened he let out this low, broken moan against your neck that made you clench even harder.
His free hand slid around to your lower belly, pressing down just enough that you could feel every single inch of him moving inside you—thick, hot, relentless. His hips rolled in that brutal rhythm, balls hitting your clit with each punishing thrust, your legs were trembling so hard you would’ve fallen if he wasn’t holding you up.
You were right there. Right on the edge. Tears pricked your eyes. Your whole body locked up, thighs quivering, walls pulsing around him in frantic little spasms, needing something–anything to push you over that ledge.
That’s when he leaned in, lips against your ear, voice dark velvet and rough.
“Come for me.”
His palm pressed harder over your mouth as you shattered, hard, helpless, your scream swallowed against his skin while your pussy clamped down around him in wave after wave, fluttering, milking him, soaking his cock. Your vision blurred. Your knees gave out completely. You could only tremble and pulse around him, completely lost.
He followed right after—two more deep, punishing thrusts and he buried himself to the hilt, groaning low and broken against your shoulder as he spilled inside you, hot and thick, hips jerking with every pulse.
For a long moment neither of you moved—just ragged breathing, sweat-slick skin, and the faint tremor in his thighs pressed to the backs of yours.
Then he was gentle again. So gentle it almost hurt. He eased out carefully, fixed your skirt with steady hands, turned you around, and kissed your forehead like you were something precious and fragile–as if he didn't just fuck you against the door.
“Next time,” he murmured, thumb brushing your swollen bottom lip, “wait until we’re alone, pips.”
You smiled, dazed and floating still, legs shaky. “Where’s the fun in that? it's fun to make you lose control and break” obviously the brat hadn't been fucked completely out of you….
His eyes narrowed, but that tiny smirk— oh goodness, that smirk—told you everything.
He was not done with you
“Keep talking like that,” he said softly in a dangerous tone, reaching out and gripping your chin, “and we won’t make it out of this building.”
You shivered so hard he felt it
He smirked again and kissed your nose gently l.
Damn,You are so completely, hopelessly, stupidly in love with this man.
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You're an infantry cadet with a dream of transferring into the Aerospace program.
Caleb is drawn in by your indomitable spirit but also by the fact that you just look so damn familiar.
He dies before he can ever really figure out how you feel. You don't even know yourself.
When he returns, he intends to find out. By whatever means necessary.
(This is my first time using Tumblr so I'm learning as I go. If anything is weird or I've made it shitty to read somehow let me know.
This is written in the second person because that's what came most naturally, but the mc isn't self insert, she is AFAB and has a fully formed appearance and personality.
I'd love to know what you think, your likes and dislikes, even your requests. Ao3 readers don't seem to comment very much compared to Tumblr ❤️.)
Originally posted on Ao3
Chapter 1: Looks like freedom
You always feel a bit like you're swallowing something bitter when you see the Aerospace Academy students.
Their sleek haircuts and impressive uniforms far outshine you in your Infantry camo and your self done razor cut pulled into a short regulation approved ponytail.
The distance between you and them seems longer than the Deepspace Tunnel.
“Getting a glimpse of how the other half lives?” your friend Owens quips in your ear.
“Give me a year and you'll be looking at me in that uniform. Don't forget to salute me,” you say.
“You? Keep your temper for a whole year? I'll believe it when I see it,” he laughs.
You look up through the glass roof of the massive hangar bay into the black beyond.
“Gotta do it though. Being up in that sky? Looks like freedom to me.”
He's got a point, though. With your rap sheet before joining the military, you really can't afford to have a single incident this coming year if you have any hope of transferring into Aerospace.
Your history of delinquent behaviour as a minor hangs over your head like the sword of Damocles, and you cannot let it fall.
You need to keep your cool, lead your squad and ace your exams.
“Piece of cake,” you say.
You don't notice the pair of eyes following you, from one Aerospace cadet who was close enough to overhear your longing for freedom.
Warm purple eyes study your face, lingering, trying to recall why you look so familiar.
Yours stare up into the boundless sky, drinking in all the promise it holds.
The massive military academy starship Endeavour currently hovers just off-planet orbiting Earth, a transitory home to thousands of military hopefuls.
You are no different; here to build your future and leave behind a past best forgotten.
“Jiejie! Jiejie!” You turn to see your meimei, Meg, running after you. A few years younger than you, she followed you around everywhere at the orphanage where you grew up, and much to your chagrin she's followed you into the military as well.
You tried to dissuade her, but you're not her guardian so you couldn't stop her.
“Slow down, you're gonna trip.”
“Did you see them? The Academy students? They're so handsome and pretty. They look so cool! And Caleb Xia was there!” She looks like her eyes are about to glaze over.
“Oh yeah? You think they're cooler than us? Reckon whatsisname could beat your jiejie in a fight?” You put an arm around her.
“No way! Nobody could!” Meg says, with stars in her eyes.
She's completely wrong, of course.
With their elite training, any one of the Aerospace students could probably take you one-on-one, but you like to think you'd get a hit or two in first.
Meg has always thought you were better than you really are. It's one of the reasons you try so hard.
So you never have to let her down.
A while later, you've just finished a gruelling workout and you're grabbing a shower in the change room of one of the gyms when you hear the sound of sobbing.
“Aww, hun. Was he mean about it?” a girl's voice asks.
“No, he was nice. I just can't believe he d-doesn't want to see me again.” another girl replies, voice thick with tears.
“Well, he did say he wasn't looking for anything right now, right? That doesn't mean it'll be that way forever.” her friend says carefully.
“I know, I just thought he liked me.” the girl sobs.
This goes on for some time.
Even before she mentions his name, which she does, you don't need to wonder who this is about.
You've heard this conversation about five times in the last month or so.
Caleb Xia, slowly - or not even that slowly, he's making quite a pace - fucking his way through half of this military academy starship.
At least you assume that's what's going on, you can't think of any other reason so many girls would be crying their eyes out around every corner of the starship you currently call home.
Xia is a cadet in the Aerospace Academy, while you're a squad commander in the Mobile Infantry. Basically a student officer.
Not that it would matter much if you outranked him.
You're a ground trooper. He's a future asset worth investing in.
Pilot skills are highly valued. Infantry are bodies to be thrown at a problem.
Which is why you take your job very seriously, making damn sure those bodies don't belong to your squad.
You wait for the other two to leave before getting out of the shower, to avoid embarrassing the crying girl.
You change into your uniform and go to report for duty, hoping you don't have to hear the name “Caleb Xia” anymore today.
“Commander, a word?” a guy in a neat Aerospace Academy uniform approaches you as you're on your way to the facility to train your squad.
He has blonde hair and somehow just feels wealthy. Honest to god, he has a pencil moustache.
“Do I know you?”
“We haven't met before, but maybe you've heard of me. Errol Whitlam,”
“Hrm, doesn't ring a bell. Oh, wait! You're number two in the Aerospace rankings, right? I've seen your name on the leader boards,”
He seems to bristle slightly at the mention of his ranking.
“I'm having a little private get-together at the whiskey bar on the fourth deck. I was wondering if you'd like to attend. As my guest.”
You stop walking and turn to face him.
“Why? Like you just said, we've never even met. You're inviting me to a private party?”
“Why not?” he says, as though he hadn't expected to be questioned much less rejected.
“You’re the fifth guy to ask me for drinks this week alone. I don't think I've had a glow up since last month so I'm very curious what's piqued everyone's interest all of a sudden. Do you mind telling me what's going on?” You fold your arms.
“What’s going on is that I'm offering you the opportunity to leave the riffraff and enjoy some intelligent company for once.”
“You don't think much of the infantry then?”
He snorts. “Should I?”
That gets your hackles up.
“‘Leave the riffraff’? Buddy, I am the riffraff. And I think we should eat the rich, not date them. Stick your little get-together up your ass.”
“How charming,” he sneers.
“This is who I am. Maybe if you'd ever spoken to me even once before asking me out you would have known that and reconsidered. See you around,”
You're fuming as you walk away. Forget not stirring up trouble with Aerospace. If another goddamn flyboy gets in your way you swear you're going to burn your whole career and crush him into a fine paste.
You've been receiving invitations like this for weeks. You don't know exactly what's going on - whether it's a dare or what - but there's definitely something.
Five minutes later whatever it is has been forgotten as you argue with the guy manning the front desk of the training facility.
“But I booked to train my squad over a week ago.” you say.
The soldier seems apologetic. He reads off the screen in front of him.
“Sorry, ma'am. It looks like someone named… Caleb Xia had a superior pull rank.”
“Goddamn flyboys.” you mutter, as if you're not busting your ass to become one of them.
You don't give the guy at the counter any more trouble. It's not his fault after all, it's…
“Caleb fucking Xia!” you say, grabbing your head dramatically with both hands.
“Yes?” a polite but amused voice cuts into your rage.
You straighten up and turn to see a young man with brown hair approaching.
So this is the infamous Caleb Xia. He's not exactly what you expected.
Big, pretty eyes survey you with bemusement from under thick lashes. A spattering of little freckles kiss his pale skin.
He's built, sure, but his face has more of a friendly, boy-next-door quality about it rather than accentuated good looks.
Like a puppy, you think.
You should apologise for your outburst. Your lieutenant is always telling you all to keep on good terms with Aerospace. But you don't.
“Is there a reason you took my squad's training slot?” you say instead.
He gives you what you imagine is supposed to be a charming grin. You get the feeling this usually works for him. It only makes you more annoyed.
“My guys are headin’ out first thing tomorrow morning. We need the last minute training. Apologies. I'm not sure we've been introduced. Aerospace Cadet Caleb Xia.” he holds out his hand to you.
“Pleasure to meet you,”
Unsmiling, you shake his hand and give him your name and rank in return.
It's not a pleasure at all.
You're utterly sick of hearing his name and want to nut him for all the trouble he's been causing lately with the women on board.
“We'd be willing to share the space with your team, Commander. Though we will be needing priority on equipment.” He smiles again, all blithe charm but you somehow also get the impression that he's needling you.
“Whatever you say,”
You turn away from him.
“Change of plan, recruits. Break into groups of six groups for a bodyweight reps competition. Circuit style. Squats, lunges, push-ups, burpees, planks. Final eliminations in one hour. We're leaving the equipment for the flyboys today.”
There's a couple of resentful groans at the last line but your squad obey.
Caleb looks for you after his team finishes their training.
He was hoping you'd have more to say about his little training slot stunt. That was why he did it, after all.
He hasn't stopped thinking about you since seeing you in that hangar bay looking out at the stars like they held your future. So he found out your name and forced an interaction.
When he locates you, you're in a planking competition with one of the guys from your squad. You appear to be winning.
About ten of your people are crowded around, hooting and hollering.
“Looking for your next heart to break?” Gideon says disdainfully, walking up next to Caleb.
“What do you know about her?” Caleb mutters, giving an upward nod towards you.
Gideon snorts.
“Good luck,” he says, misinterpreting the question. “Half the ship has given it a crack at this point,”
“What? Why?” Caleb says, a little startled. Gideon tries to explain.
The first time someone hit on you, you were cold as a cut snake and twice as mean. It was hilarious.
Word got around, more people started trying as a challenge and it's the military, so of course a pool was started. It's now in the thousands.
“Does she know about it?” it all sounds messed up to Caleb.
“If she does, she hasn't said anything.”
“Are you in on it?”
“No! Geez, dude.” Gideon sounds offended. As much as he likes women and desperately would like to lose his virginity, he is a romantic at heart.
“But you didn't think to tell her about it, either.” Caleb says.
“I'm scared that if I talk to her she'll kick my ass.”
As your abs start to cramp from planking for so long, you throw your head back and make a loud noise of complaint. It sounds a bit suggestive, actually.
Certainly Caleb's nervous system interprets it as such and he starts to feel a little warm.
He would be lying if he said he wasn't incredibly drawn to you already, watching the intensity with which you're throwing yourself into something as dumb as a planking competition. Or starting shit with another department over a training slot.
He'd love to see that same fire in your eyes looking up from underneath him.
You've pulled him from the sea of boredom and despondence he'd been drifting in for some months now.
Your planking competitor - a relatively fit looking guy with a shaved head - finally taps out and you count five more seconds just to show off before collapsing next to him, laughing.
You rise slowly, clutching your abs and Caleb catches full sight of you in your training gear.
Your shirt hikes up just slightly as you stand, and before you pull it down he catches a dragon tattoo snaking down the right side of your torso.
You've got squatter’s thighs and a physique that leaves no mystery as to how you won the competition.
He's so sure he's seen you before. He's really hoping it's from somewhere recent. He doesn't dare to think back too far in his life.
“Drinks are on Owens tonight!” you declare and the surrounding squad cheers before dispersing to the showers.
You're shaking hands with Owens as Caleb approaches.
“I'll go you halves. I was going to treat the squad anyway.” you say.
He goes to reply but is distracted by the approaching pilot.
Owens gives you a look that suggests he's not the one Caleb is interested in here, and excuses himself to hit the showers.
Xia flashes another blinding grin at you. You almost wince.
“That was some competition,” he says. “Can I buy you a drink tonight to celebrate?”
God, another one? Did someone replace your deodorant with a pheromone spray or something?
“I'm out with my squad tonight,” you say flatly.
You don't invite him to join - you'd rather he stay the hell away from your squad. Especially the women. The gym changeroom was quieter before he was around.
You offer him a quick nod of acknowledgement as you depart and head for the showers.
He watches you go, resolving to find out in which of the many bars on the giant fleet starship you and your squad can usually be found.
Sorry, I’ve been revising this with not only the new myth but also just because I want it to look good. Plus I’ve been meaning to read the myth first but I’ve been sleep deprived the last few days, like 2-3 hours of sleep.
However, I still need to do some shading on Caleb’s “claw”/hand but I’ve been only focusing on Caleb and not MC/Alex until recently.
Otherwise, I’m gonna get it to look somewhat nice but not immediately. This isn’t includeing the extra details like the glowing petals and flowers and shit.
