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The Way He Looks at You Series

Valentine's Day Bonus Content: Festival of Love
Chapter I: Like

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Chapter Summary

Cal surprises you with a spread of food in celebration of the Festival of Love. Only things don't go as planned.
Rating: 18+
Words: 1.6K

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You wake late, fatigue hitting you harder than normal. The ache in your stomach reminds you that you missed breakfast and will have to fend for yourself while Cal works today. After readying yourself in the bathroom, wearing only a frustrating short dress, you head for the kitchen.

Upon opening the bedroom door, you smell the wonderful scent of freshly cooked food. Cal must still be home; something you find oddly pleasing despite loathing the man.

You hear him before you see him. “Hey, good morning! I, uh, have a bit of a surprise this morning.”

Cal walks around the kitchen peninsula into sight, wearing a blue apron over his all black clothes, covering up, yet accentuating his toned body. The sight almost makes you smile, but you mask it.

“Morning. What’s going on?”

Cal gives a cheeky smile, making you wonder what he’s planning. “I was doing some research on holidays and I thought you might enjoy celebrating with me.”

You narrow your eyes. “Why? What holiday is it?”

“This is a celebration from Endor, that Naboo also engages in. It’s…it’s for celebrating those you care about.”

There is a moment of silence as you weigh your response option. Cal doesn’t let it linger and starts speaking, trying to ease your concern.

“Look, I know you don’t care about me, and that’s okay. But I care about you and I wanted to celebrate you. I also thought it might be a nice break from the repetition of Imperial life.”

You nod, looking over the kitchen table Cal has decorated with an assortment of breakfast food. Mouth watering, you find it difficult to reject his offer, but you feel suspicious of the holiday and any traditions he may require if you agree.

Cal senses your hesitance. “You don’t have to do anything, but I made you food and bought a couple treats that were shipped here from Endor.”

Endor isn’t a place you’ve visited, but you know of the planet and its inhabitants. Unfortunately, your limited knowledge doesn’t give you insight into the holiday or its celebratory traditions.

You check the table, seeing nothing unusual. “What are they?”

“Chocolate covered Camby berries and Chak juice. Both are a large part of the Festival that takes place today.”

Cal removes his apron before reaching for a dark gray bottle, pouring a bright purple liquid into a couple of stemmed glasses. You stare perplexed at the vibrantly colored beverage, worrying about how it may stain any surface it touches. While you move to sit at the table, Cal heads for the fridge and returns with a plate of purple berries that have been covered in a rich chocolate. 

You poke a berry; it has a firm and bumpy texture. “I’ve never heard of those before.”

“I hadn’t either. I thought we might enjoy tasting them together, but I understand if you aren’t interested.”

You look up into Cal’s eyes; he appears to need your approval.

“They’re very…purple.”

Cal smiles and lets out a brief chuckle. The sound makes your stomach flip. “Yes, they are. It’s a little offputting, but I’ve heard the taste is excellent.”

“How do we know they’re not poisonous to humans? I thought Endor was mostly made up of Ewoks.”

Cal frowns, considering your concern, then smiles. “Considering they also celebrate on Naboo, I’m not too worried. But if it eases your concern, I’ll taste it first and if I drop dead, you can have my Scythe.”

You drop your guard and laugh, prompting Cal to smile eagerly at you. It takes a moment to wipe the smile from your face.

“Then I wish you the worst.”

He nods and reaches for one of the chocolate-covered berries, holding it by the green plant growth at the stem. He bites off a majority of the fruit and chews thoughtfully for a moment. You watch, half hoping he’ll start convulsing and drop, leaving you free of tough decisions. The other half is terrified he will die from this fruit.

Cal finishes chewing and washes it down with a sip of the bright purple beverage. He shoots you a smile, teeth still white, and not stained purple as you suspected they would be.

“It’s really good! I think you’re going to like this a lot.”

You narrow your eyes and grin. “I’ll try it if you’re still standing after brunch.”

Cal huffs in approval, a smile teasing his pink lips. “That’s understandable. I’ll try to perish before you finish eating.”

You help yourself to a sizable serving of the prepared food, eyeing Cal to see if he looks unwell.He appears healthy as before and seems pleased that you are enjoying his cooking. The meal is delicious and you are enjoying the company of your captor, wondering if he was this sweet as a Jedi.

Despite hating the now Inquisitor, you aren’t rude. “Thank you for the food. It was really good.”

Cal gives you a mischievous look. “I don’t feel different, and I intend to start eating the Camby berries with or without you.”

You meet his eye and sigh, knowing the food is safe and you can enjoy the delicacies. The bite of the tart and chocolaty berry causes your eyes to close, surrendering to the flavors in your mouth. The taste is unlike anything you’ve eaten. No matter the risk, it will have been worth eating.

Cal watches you, green eyes following your every movement, awaiting your response. You take a sip of the purple Chak juice, and find the flavor quite pleasant. It is tart and sweet, but not overwhelming. If anything, it is rather refreshing. You drain the entire glass, unable to get enough of the impeccable flavor.

“Oh wow, you were right, those are incredible. Could I have some more of the Chak juice?”

Cal pours you a second glass and you both consume every morsel and drop of the strange new tastes. By the end of the meal, you feel thoroughly satisfied, feeling closer to this man having shared a novel experience together. Cal looks equally content, but suddenly a new expression overcomes his face. There’s a hint of fear, as though he realized something.

“You’ll have to excuse me, I am in need of a shower.”

He stands and strides down the short hallway, closing himself inside the bedroom. You ignore it and head over to the couch to practice folding the papers Cal returned to you.

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I place my hands on the bathroom counter and stare at my flushed complexion, interrogating the reflection, annoyed at the sudden erection straining against my pants. This hasn’t happened since my teenage years. She makes me hard, but never without provocation. Perhaps I am simply excited, sharing in the Festival of Love with her.

I turn on the shower, frustrated I could not control myself and cannot spend quality time with her. She rarely provides me with praise and a willingness to sit in my presence. I am furious.

I strip off my black pants, underwear, long sleeve shirt, and tank top; tossing them into the open closet door. I’ll deal with them later when I am thinking straight. 

My erection bobs as I enter the steamy shower, and I wrap my long fingers around the shaft. I place a hand against the wall, steadying myself, and closing my eyes at the sensation. The touch alone almost brings me to orgasm, something I usually have better control over. My muscles twitch as I fuck myself into my hand, a quiet groan lost in the sound of raining water. I imagine her, my Light, in the shower with me, like before. Her legs wrapped around me as I fuck her against the cold tile as she whines and calls out my name.

Moments later, I am spilling myself over the white wall. I angle the water to wash away the evidence. The relief is short-lived, and my erection stays. If anything, I feel more needy than I did before. Each touch jolting me with electricity; this isn’t right, something is very wrong.

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You sit on the couch, lost in your own thoughts, folding an obscene amount of tiny hearts. You feel compelled to fold this same pattern repeatedly, hands having mind of their own.

As you work, you lose further control of your body. A growing need between your thighs clouds the edge of your mind. You try to ignore it, though it’s getting more and more difficult.

You glance at the closed bedroom door, hearing the muffled running water. Perhaps there’s time to engage in some self pleasure before Cal returns. You need to take care of business before he returns and inevitably reads your thoughts. 

Pulling a nearby throw over your lap, you abandon the paper project on the couch next to you. You slip your hands between your spread legs, grateful Cal forbids underwear, and brush your index finger across your hard and pronounced clit. The sensation makes you jump and you’re surprised to find that you are entirely soaked.

Your eyes flutter closed as you work small circles onto the needy bud, biting your lip to muffle any traitorous sounds. Little is required to push you over the edge. Eyes squeezed tight as your body convulses from the powerful orgasm. To your frustration, it isn’t enough; you need another.

You glance backwards, stroking yourself with more force this time. Another climax building in your belly, but the sound of the bedroom door opening halts your efforts. Cal exits with ferocity and heads straight into his office, leaving the door wide open. You hesitate, knowing you should stop the pleasure here, but something makes you want to push the limits and continue masturbating, even with Cal so close.

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