Work Text:
The trip to Skyhaven was always exhausting, but you never minded it. Any trip was worth it to visit Caleb, arguably your favorite person in the world. When the plane finally comes to a stop you collect your bag and pull out your phone and text him.
Me: “I’m here! I’ll wait for you at the baggage claim to pick me up”
Caleb: “Bold of you to assume I’m not already here.”
Me: “I just landed, how do you know I was here that soon?”
Caleb: “You know there’s this new thing called a flight tracker.”
Me: “Perfect, just another way for you to stalk me :)”
Putting away your phone, you can’t help but to smile. Caleb was always like this. Always making sure that you got home safe, checking your location when you say you were going out late, calling you on your walks home at night. You’d always thought that it was sweet that he wanted to protect you, but often found yourself feeling guilty wondering if he wanted to or just felt obligated. Surely he had better things to do. Shaking the thoughts out of your head, you spot Caleb not far from baggage claim. As you walk closer, your eyes meet and his face beams with excitement as he calls your name. When you approach him, he snakes his arms around your waist, prompting you to stand on your tiptoes to wrap yours around his neck. You could have sworn your feet left the ground for a moment during the tight embrace. He pulls back slightly to meet your eyes.
“Hey, pipsqueak.” You roll your eyes in playful annoyance when he speaks your childhood nickname with his signature shit-eating grin.
“You have got to stop calling me that, we’re grown now.”
“You may be grown now,” he starts. “But you’ll never outgrow the nickname,” he says, patting your head.
Caleb grabs your luggage on the conveyor belt and you both walk toward his car. The Farspace Fleet seems to be treating him well considering how nice the car looks. He opens the passenger door and waits for you to get comfortable before shutting the door. You always loved the simple actions he did to make you feel like royalty, but couldn’t help but wonder if he is the reason why you could never have a boyfriend. Growing up, everyone you knew would joke that no one was good enough to compare to Caleb and any bold enough to try were eventually scared off by him. The thought gives you a slight tinge of regret, immediately followed by guilt. You want to kick yourself for even thinking about blaming Caleb. You’d always told yourself that he only treated you this way because that’s how an older brother was supposed to act, even if he wasn’t your actual brother.
In the car riding to his apartment, he excitedly runs through all of his plans for your visit, as he’d taken leave from the Fleet to spend time with you. As he goes on, you find yourself staring at him, hanging on to his every word. It’s always cute when he gets like this, talkative and enthusiastic. You could almost see the twinkle in his eye that you remember seeing from your childhood together.
By the time he’s done talking, you arrive at his apartment building, where he leads you to his unit and unlocks the door. The apartment somehow feels more lively than you remember from your first visit. You look around and notice the new additions of fun knick knacks, plushies, plants and framed pictures. The photo that catches most of your attention is one of you, Caleb & Gran when you were younger, sitting on the entry table. It felt like only yesterday when this was taken. It was the middle of summer, the three of you were out enjoying the weather, but you were mad at Caleb about something stupid that no one could remember. To make amends, he used all the change in his pocket to buy a popsicle to share with you that melted away your anger. Gran thought the interaction was so sweet, she wanted the moment captured in a photo. At the time, you could never understand why she wanted a picture of all of you like this, you and Caleb grinning ear to ear with sticky hands and strawberry-stained faces. The longer you study the picture, the more nostalgia washed over you and you quickly understood.
“Did some redecorating, did you,” you smile, eyes still focused on the picture. Caleb stands behind you and places a comforting hand on your shoulder.
“Yeah,” he says, slightly above a whisper. “I want you to feel like you’re home when you’re here.”
With those words, you turn to look up at him. A tear threatens to leave your eye, but before it can, Caleb raises his thumb and wipes it away. His hand lingers on the side of your face and you find yourself leaning into it. You’re trapped in his gaze for a moment, your eyes focused on his. How could he always make you feel so safe with the smallest gesture? This is precisely why no one could compare to him, but you know you can’t have him. Right? Snapping out of your trance, you turn away. Your cheek is still warm from where he touched you.
“Alright, enough tears, I should go unpack,” you can hear his soft laughter as you grab your suitcase and roll it down the hallway.
“I’ll leave you to it. Should I make lunch? I can make the Caleb Special,” he says practically singing the last two words.
“I think you know the answer to that question,” you face him with a smirk before walking into the room.
After lunch, you and Caleb sit together at the kitchen counter and reminisce about your childhood through giggles and playful touches. He pokes fun at how you would accidentally make him wasabi sandwiches, always mistaking it for the matcha spread he liked so much. In return, you point out how much of an aerospace nerd he was growing up.
“What was the aircraft called? The AI-12?” You smirked, playing dumb, knowing he’d lose his patience and correct you at any moment.
“It was called the FY-26, and you know it. I only brought it up every single day.”
It feels like it’s been forever since the two of you were able to talk like this. With your busy schedules and living in two different cities, moments like this were few and far between. The fun is abruptly interrupted by your phone’s vibration. A video call from Veronica, a friend who, coincidentally, also lives in Skyhaven. You look to Caleb, who’s started standing up to collect the dishes, leaving you to your call. The second you pick up, she playfully scolds you for not telling her you were in town.
“I’m so sorry! I just got settled in a little while ago. I’m visiting with Caleb, my….”
Suddenly you’re unsure of what to call him. Your adopted brother? Your childhood friend? Or something else entirely? You look up and can only see his back facing you, his movements halted, awaiting your next word.
“Anyway, I’d love to see you,” you say, a pathetic attempt to change the subject.
“Maybe you can bring your friend and meet me tonight,” she punctuates the invite with a mischievous smirk. “I’m going out later with a couple friends. You two should come.”
“That does sound like fun… Maybe we can meet you there!”
“Okay, then. Maaaaybe I’ll see you two later,” still smirking. “Damn, I’ve gotta get back to work. I’ll catch you later. You better come out!”
After saying goodbye, you set your phone back down and turn your head. Preparing to charm him with your infamous puppy dog eyes. “So… what do you think?”
He squints his eyes and rests his index finger on his lips, spending more than a moment contemplating his answer.
“Hmm… I think…” suddenly his expression softens and he smiles brightly, “Of course we can go, our plans can wait until tomorrow.” He always had trouble telling you no, how could he not when you looked so sweet.
Your pre-night-out ritual always took a bit of time. When you were younger, Caleb would playfully yawn and tap his wrist at how long it took you to which you’d always reply, “perfection takes patience.” As you’ve gotten older, you don’t hear it as much, as he seems to have learned to stop rushing you.
Once you finished your shower, it was time to decide what to wear, a pivotal step of the ritual, as the outfit defines the night. It seems like a drinking and dancing kind of night, so you pull your lucky going out top, a miniskirt, and the cutest pair of panties tucked away in your suitcase, laying everything out on the bed. A quick, easy hairstyle and minimal make up is all that’s needed to tie the vision together.
Just as you start to drop your towel, something catches your attention in the corner of your eye. Shit. You left the door cracked. Maybe it’d be fine. Caleb was waiting for you in the living room and you wouldn’t want to waste any time that could be used getting ready. As you reach for the red, lacey, leave-nothing-to-the-imagination panties, you hear footsteps coming down the hallway. Eyes widened with panic, you instantly regret your decision to not close the door. And, honestly, would it have killed you? The hall is too dark to clearly see where he is, but you swear you can feel his gaze on you, silently taking in the sight of your body. You don’t move to close the door, instead you take your time pulling the delicate material over the curve of your ass. When they’re sitting just right on your hips, you hear Caleb’s footsteps retreat back toward the living room.
Oh God, what have you done? You pray silently that Caleb didn’t see your shameless display, but if that was really the case, why would you have done it in the first place?
In hopes of burying your thoughts and wanting to forget your borderline lascivious action, you quickly throw on your outfit and shoes, grabbing your wallet and phone on the way out of the room. After closing the door as quietly as you can, you slowly walk the hallway to give yourself time to fabricate some sort of explanation, excuse, or lie that wouldn’t make you seem like some kind of pervert. You reach the living room before you can conjure up anything good.
“You ready?” Caleb asks looking up from his phone, the same warm smile gracing his face. Thank God, he didn’t bring it up and he’s acting normal. Maybe you were in the clear.
“Sure, let's go!”
The car ride to the club is shrouded in an uncomfortably awkward silence. In the passenger seat, you begin fiddling with the hem of your short skirt, clearly embarrassed about the little strip show you’d possibly given Caleb. You just know he saw you or at least you wanted him to see you. It was perverse. Conflicting thoughts begin swirling in your mind about him, it’s both exciting and nauseating. You couldn't help but wonder if he was doing the same. Then, as if he’d read your mind, he places a reassuring hand on your bare knee, his eyes still fixed on the road ahead. You look up at him and smile, a wave of relief washes over you and things can go back to normal.
When you arrive, the club is overstimulating to say the least. People are bumping into one another, the music is blaring, the lights almost blind you and the residual feeling of humiliation of the “incident” hasn’t completely left your mind. But all of that was nothing that a few drinks couldn’t fix. But first, you needed to find Veronica.
After what feels like an eternity, you spot her across the dimly lit seating area. The two of you greet each other with hugs and squeals, it’s clear she’s a little tipsy. After brief introductions to the rest of the group, she tugs your arm and leads you to the bar. It’s packed, but the bartender quickly looks in V’s direction to ask for her order. So that’s why she’s so tipsy. Through thinly veiled flirting, she orders four of their famous shooters.
“Two for you, one for me and another for your suuuper hot friend,” her words slur.
Why did she have to remind you? It was common knowledge that Caleb was objectively attractive, and you couldn’t lie and say you hadn’t thought so before. But now, something has shifted. As if a switch flipped in your mind, and now you couldn’t unsee him as “your super hot friend” that you’d convinced yourself that you couldn’t have. You take one shot with Veronica at the bar hoping it was stiff enough to drown enticing thoughts before they completely form. You spin on your heels to return to the rest of the group. That’s when you spot Caleb with a girl who is standing too close to him for your comfort. Drinks in hand, you stride over to figure out what’s going on.
“I’m back,” you all but shout over the music, making your presence known. You eagerly hold the glass out to Caleb, intentionally blocking the girl’s eyeline to him.
“Hey, honey, thanks for the drink.”
Honey? Suddenly it clicked. You’d always done this when you were younger, pretend to be dating so people would leave the two of you alone. You hadn’t played boyfriend and girlfriend since you would visit him at the DAA years ago, but it didn’t stop you from quickly jumping into character. You place your arm around his back and smile sweetly at the girl when he does the same.
“Of course, sweetie,” you reply. His hand travels down to your waist and he begins drawing circles on it with his finger, to really sell the acting or so you tell yourself. She scoffs and walks away. Caleb looks down at you and chuckles, “Works like a charm.”
“Everytime,” you giggle, clinking your glass with his.
You both throw back your shots before joining the group at a table nearby. All is well as you laugh, joke, catch up, and share recent stories (and a couple more drinks) with each other. When the group conversation dies down, Caleb looks to you, his cheeks tinted with blush & a playful smirk plastered on his lips. You squint at him, trying to decipher his expression. You lean in as he dips his head down to whisper in your ear.
“You know,” he purrs, placing a hand a little far up your thigh, “If we’re pretending to be boyfriend and girlfriend, we should really be playing the part, shouldn’t we? To really make sure that no one bothers us.”
“Oh? And how could we do that,” you question with eyebrows raised.
He stands up from the table and reaches out his hand toward you. You stare at it for a moment before placing your hand in his. He smiles and gestures to the dance floor. Emboldened by the liquid courage, you follow him to an empty spot on the dance floor, looking back to wave “bye” to your friend. His large stature cuts through the crowd effortlessly.
Surely this was a bad idea. Any other time you pretended to be dating, there was never a need to engage in this much physical contact, especially not while tipsy. The music is loud, but the sound of your heartbeat is deafening, drowning out everything except the feeling of the man behind you. Caleb is impossibly close to you as his hands travel tantalizingly slowly up and down your waist as your hips sway to the beat. God, this feels so wrong, but the lights are so low and the music is so loud that your filthy actions almost feel hidden from any peering eyes.
The music slows and you feel Caleb’s hands gripping your body tighter. Before you know it, you’re spun around until you’re facing him. You catch a glimpse of his eyes, half-lidded and darkened by the lights. Or were they filled with lust?
You’re pulled even closer as he grabs your hands to bring your arms up, prompting you to wrap them around his neck. Dipping his head down until his forehead meets yours, he wraps one arm around your waist while the other cradles your head. You can feel as his thigh moves between your legs. Surprise paints your face as you close your eyes. His body continues to move yours to the beat of the song, when suddenly his leg lightly brushes against your thinly clothed pussy. His hand on your head keeps you from throwing your head back in ecstasy, he has to know what this is doing to you. With every move, you feel the heat build in the pit of your stomach. Surely he can’t be doing this on purpose, trying to bring you to orgasm, in public… on a dance floor… full of people.
“Caleb…” you sigh, just above a whisper, hoping the music was enough to mask the neediness in your voice. You pull him in closer, praying the movement didn’t cause the hem of your skirt to ride up as he moves his head further down.
“What is it, pipsqueak,” his voice reaches your ear with a hum as lips ghosting over it.
“You’re gonna make me…” you trail off. Just as he grabs you tighter and his thigh slowly slides between yours one more time to bring your release, you feel a tap on your shoulder.
It’s V. She’s clearly much drunker than before you left the table. Lucky for you, or she’d have noticed what a pent-up mess you were. You try to quickly separate from Caleb, yet his hand is still attached to your waist, keeping you from going too far. Your cheeks burn with a combination of shame and arousal as your hand moves to adjust your skirt.
“Ugh, I think the hot bartender is cutting me off because it’s getting late,” she stumbles a little closer to you, “or maybe it’s because I’m too drunk…” she trails off. “Anyway… I think we are going to leave soon.” You decide to make the polite move to walk her outside and make sure she’s safe waiting on her ride. Caleb is standing next to you both when her rideshare pulls to the curb. Exchanging goodbyes and demands for each of you to get home safe, your peace of mind is secured. You turn to face Caleb, your eyes meet his. They’re soft, almost like he’s pleading.
“Can I take you home?” Before the sentence completely leaves his mouth, you nod without hesitation, delighted by the idea of being alone with him again.
Caleb leads you back home from the parking garage, his hand strategically placed on the small of your back. The entire ride back was much less awkward than before, filled with stolen glances and lingering touches. The door unlocks and anticipation crawls up your neck as you cross the threshold.
You’re caught between his gaze and the wall, both of your heavy breaths are the only sounds you can make out. Caleb reaches out to cradle your face. When did he get so close? He rubs one of his thumbs across your bottom lip, prompting your lips to part. So many questions want to fall from the tip of your tongue. You want to know what’s going to happen next. If he knew how he was making you feel. If he’d return the kiss you’re fighting every bone in your body to give him. Before you can open your mouth to speak, Caleb’s lips meet yours. It begins tamed at first. A long-awaited gentle kiss that validates every romantic feeling you’ve ever had while confirming that this deep desire was shared between you both.
“You don’t know how long I’ve been wanting to do that,” he sighs, his nose brushing against yours.
Caleb suddenly grabs the backside of your thighs and lifts you up until your legs wrap around his waist, seemingly on their own. You hold onto his neck, deepening the kiss. He pushes your back to the wall to steady you both. Every part of you was practically aching for more of him, as if you wanted to devour him. He must feel the same way, because before you know it, he’s slipping his tongue inside your mouth. You hold one another tighter, feeling like you can’t get close enough. Something firm presses against your sex and suddenly, every shamefully lewd thought you’ve ever had about Caleb claws its way to the top of your mind. Everytime you found yourself thinking of him while playing with yourself. When you wondered what his cock would taste like when it filled your mouth. How it’d feel when it was finally inside you reaching the deepest parts of you.
He steadies you as he pushes off the wall. As he walks you both to the kitchen, he breaks the kiss to plant soft kisses on your cheek and neck. When he sets you down on the counter, his lips find yours again. One hand wraps around you, pulling you closer and the other tugs on your hair, earning as gasp from your lips. When you break the kiss again, a trail of spit connects you still. Oh, how filthy it looked from your perspective. His eyes peer down to yours and he uses two fingers to gingerly grab your chin, pulling your focus back to him. You innocently tug the hem of his shirt, pulling him in between your open legs. Caleb chuckles softly, taken aback by your sudden boldness, but helps you to pull the shirt over his head. Your eyes widen as you admire the sight in front of you, all of the PT in the Farspace Fleet looked like it was paying off. Your eyes stop once they spot a necklace clinking on his chest, the one you’d bought him. You’re pleased to see that he still wears it after all this time. Feeling a bit left out, you hastily take off your top, it seems like it was still lucky. He grabs your hand and brings it to rest on the necklace, you grasp it and pull on it, bringing him back to you.
Caleb lets out a deep breath as his eyes travel down your body, it’s all he can do to keep from fucking you right there on the counter. His eyes stop once they find your panties, now peeking under your hiked up skirt, soaked with your arousal. There’s a certain hunger in his eyes that wasn't there before as you watch him bite his lip. He starts to move his hand toward you, but stops in mid-air. Dissatisfied with the pace, you grab it, moving it on your inner thigh, mere inches from aching pussy.
Caleb's eyes quickly find yours. “Are you sure?” He asks, voice barely above a whisper.
“Please,” you cry out. “Just touch me.”
That was all he needed to hear before he began drawing circles on your lace covered clit with his thumb. He kisses you to swallow every moan that dares to leave your mouth. You can feel yourself tense up and grab hold of Caleb to brace yourself for the much needed orgasm that was coming. Your breaths shorten as he brings you right to the edge. He stops, only to hook your panties and pull them to the side. Your eyes roll back as he dips one of his fingers inside of you, you gasp when he adds another. He resumes his movements on your clit while pumping his fingers in and out, prying muffled moans from you. Your back arches, making the friction to your clit greater. The added pressure is just what you need to finally cum right in his hand.
He slowly slides his fingers out and examines the sticky wetness now coating his fingers, mesmerized at the sight. You watch with widened eyes as he places his fingers in his open mouth. He savors every ounce of your taste. You’ve never seen this side of Caleb, lacking restraint, finally giving into his most indecent fantasies.
In the spirit of matching his boldness, you push him back a step and slide off the counter. He watches as you grab hold of his belt and lead him down the hall and into the bedroom. Once inside, you stand before him and slide off your skirt, letting it pool around your ankles. He mirrors your movements and his pants follow suit.
Just as you reach to take off your panties his voice halts your movements. “Stop,” he protests. “You wanted me to see them before, why take them off now?” He smirks. So he did see you and he made sure you knew it. Slightly flustered and without an excuse, you hold your hands behind your back.
Caleb’s hands find their way to your hips and he walks forward, forcing you to grab hold of his shoulders to regain your balance as you follow his lead. You find yourself backed onto the bed. Caleb climbs on top of you and positions himself between your open legs, towering over you. His necklace brushes your bare chest, the cold metal adding to the sensations you’re feeling. He leans back on his knees to get a good look at you in this position, your hair a bit disheveled, your damp chest glistening in the low lights, rising and falling and those red, lacey, barely there panties, drenched in your wetness. “Always, so beautiful,” he admires aloud, gently dragging his hand down your thigh.
His hands move to slide his briefs down and his cock finally springs free from its confines. A single thought crosses your mind when you finally get a good look at it. Holy shit, how is it all supposed to fit inside of you? Panic settles in and you sit up to grab his wrist.
“Caleb, wait,” you start, not able to maintain his eye contact. “I haven’t…”
Your words hang in the air and you pray he understands what you want to say.
“It’s okay, neither have I,” a sheepish smile flashes across his face.
You aren’t sure whether to be relieved or shocked. Caleb’s a handsome man, surely the opportunity has presented itself over the years and he … never took it? Was he waiting for this exact moment, with you?
Comforted by your mutual inexperience, you lean back, feeling a bit more relaxed. He moves back on top of you, holding his length in his hand. You breathe in sharply when you feel him start to rub his tip on your lace-covered clit, still swollen and sensitive from him touching you in the kitchen. The movement makes an even filthier mess in your panties, as if it was at all possible. Caleb brings his hand to grip the only fabric covering you, pulling it up. Your breath catches in your throat when you finally feel his bare length grinding on the sensitive bud. Caleb dips down to capture your lips in a desperate kiss. His hips buck forward and he continues to grind into you. The movement elicits syrupy, sweet moans from you both between your kisses.
“So… fucking wet,” he moans into your mouth.
It’s not long before you feel the familiar sensation build inside you. “Caleb, please,” you cry out. He opens his eyes to see yours, silently begging him to bury himself deep inside you.
Sitting up, realization hits his face. “Okay, wait,” he starts, “I don't have any condoms. I mean I didn’t have a need for them until now and I-”
“It’s okay,” your words interrupt his rambling. “I trust you.” A warm smile paints his face. The only thing he’s wanted in life is for you to trust him and let him care for you, in every way.
He places one hand on the bed beside your head, caging you in. You eagerly watch as his other hand positions himself at your entrance. When he slowly sinks into you, a loud whine escapes your mouth. It’s a tight fit, but you’re so wet that he slips right in, filling you to the brim. His movement’s halt and his head falls beside yours, he curses softly through his teeth before quietly hissing out your name. It always sounded so pleasant when he spoke it, and even more so now. Your hands reach up, carelessly clawing at his back, trying to brace yourself.
“I’ll- fuck. I’ll move when you're ready,” he stutters as he tries to keep his composure, waiting until you’re comfortable. How could he still be so self-controlled? Your head nods, seemingly on its own.
With your permission, he starts slowly, pulling his hips back until he almost pulls out of you and pushes back into you. The place he sets is tantalizing and deep enough to fill the deepest part of you. He continues, spurred on by the lovely sounds you make in his ear. But it’s not enough, he’s still holding back.
“Faster.” You choke out the word between thrusts. Without hesitation, he begins fervently pounding into you, giving you exactly what you want. You grip him tighter than before as you start to feel a tightness build in your core. Caleb grabs your chin to catch your lips in another kiss. It’s tender, a stark contrast to how hard he’s rutting into you. With his thrusts, he finds a sweet spot inside of you pumping it again, and again, and again. Under Caleb’s gaze, you feel yourself start to unravel much faster than the first time.
“Caleb,” you cry out. “I think… I’m gonna,” your eyes flutter between open shut as he continues.
“Go ahead, honey. Cum for me.” With those words, your vision blurs and you come undone. You squeeze tightly around him as he continues to rock his hips into yours. Caleb takes in the sight of you, fucked out and wriggling beneath him.
When your breathing slows, you look up to find Caleb peering down at you hungrily. Without pulling out of you, he grips your thighs and guides them to rest over his chest, your legs dangling over his shoulders. You can feel him even deeper like this. His eyes are trained on yours as he trails his hand down your inner thigh, leaving soft kisses on your legs. You squeeze your eyes shut as his hand inches closer to your pussy, ghosting over your delicate bud. Finally, he presses his thumb to it while his hips roll back and forth. Both sensations fill you with an intoxicating pleasure, prying moans from you both. The movement, the stimulation and the new angle are all too much and you tighten around him. Feeling like you can get close enough, you move your hips to meet his thrusts.
“Kiss me,” you hear yourself saying.
Caleb leans down, folding you up as he leaves kisses up your neck. His lips crash into yours as he continues rutting into you, leaving you dizzy and breathless. He moans your name into your mouth as his rhythmic thrusts become sloppier. He's close and you can feel it. You watch with half-lidded eyes as he tilts his head to look at you. His deep thrusts coax your orgasm closer as tears start to well in the corner of your eyes.
“Oh, look at that face,” he starts. “You’re so close, aren’t you?” He punctuates the question with a (harder) thrust than before, picking up the pace. You nod, too overstimulated to form any words. “Cum with me.”
“Cum inside me.” The obscene words leave your mouth before you can think to stop them. Your wish only seems to only spur him on, bringing both of you that much closer as he continues his relentless pace. The pressure in your abdomen grows tighter and tighter, until it snaps with one last thrust, years of tension along with it. Your legs shake and your walls contract around him, finally drawing his orgasm from him. His hips stutter as you feel his warmth spill inside of you.
A soft kiss is pressed against your lips, this one as innocent and restrained as the first. Caleb sits up again to pull out of you, you whine at the loss. He reaches his hand to slowly pull the fabric of your panties to cover you once again, to keep the cum from dripping out.
Caleb falls onto the bed and turns to look at you. Your breaths in sync as you stare at one another in surprise, elated by what’s just happened. He grabs your body to pull you close, peppering your forehead with kisses. Contentment washes over you as you watch his chest rise and fall. He was finally yours, and you his.
“Give me just a sec. I will be right back,” he says, starting to lift himself up. You reluctantly let him go and find yourself thinking about what this could mean for your friendship or relationship or whatever this was. Before your thoughts can get too deep, Caleb returns in shorts with a wet cloth, a glass of water and your favorite t-shirt of his. You drink the water as he removes the ruined panties to carefully clean you up while kissing indiscriminately on your body. The action is so loving that you start to realize there was no reason for you to contemplate your place in his life. Caleb lives to serve and protect you, of course he’d want to be with you. After changing into the loose fitted t-shirt, you both resume your positions on the bed, cuddled in a comfortable quiet. You play with Caleb’s hands while he steals kisses every few moments.
“You know,” you start, breaking the silence. “You’re quite the dance partner.”
“Yeah I know, we should go dancing more often,” he smirks. “But I don’t want to pretend we’re together.” His words prompt you to smile, instantly.
“Good, neither do I.”