Fan Prize Story #3: Finding the Way Back Chapter III
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Chapter Summary
Cal's psychometry brings light to your feelings for him.
Rating: 18+
Words: 3.2K
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The noisy sounds of life rouse you from your sleep. A low roar of animal noises constantly sounding informs you that the mission is not yet complete.
As you shift, Cal’s voice rings out, a reminder that you slept beside him. “Good morning.”
You rub the sleep from your eyes and stretch. “Morning. How are you feeling?”
He grunts while shifting. “It hurts, but I think I can walk, but I’ll probably need a hand. I don’t think I can put much pressure on it.”
You nod, eyes taking inventory of what supplies you’ve scattered around the campsite. Reaching into the bag, you search for food and water to prepare you both for the tiresome journey ahead. Cal thanks you, and you eat in silence before you pack up.
Your stylus rolls out of the top heavy bag as it falls over. You shove it back inside, wedging it between the light blankets that were crudely folded.
You bend at an angle to allow Cal’s arm to drape across your shoulders; catching his right hand in yours to pull him to his feet. Every touch feels electric, your mind focusing in on how his body feels against yours. You try to stay friendly, but the eagerly pumping blood causes a light sweat throughout your body. At least the humid planet will disguise your nervous reaction.
“Are you steady?”
Cal shifts, trying to figure out how to best walk with one leg. “Yeah.”
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It’s slow moving, working back up the steep path that you had originally climbed down. There’s too many times that Cal loses footing, almost dragging you both down to the bottom of the cliff. BD jumps from Cal’s shoulders, opting to walk ahead of you both, scanning the flora along the way.
It’s a grueling trek. The last ten feet are nearly vertical, requiring you to lean your body into the dirt. Each step feels impossible and you have to fight to not look down. Cal yelps as a rock catches his foot, slamming his injured leg into the cliff-side. You hold him tight; he presses his entire body weight against you until the pain subsides.
Despite the terrifying conditions, you can’t help but imagine his body against you under different circumstances. But you push those thoughts aside, focusing on the final few steps over the edge.
You get the ball of your foot on the flat land, but the dirt gives way. All your strength works to fall forwards, toppling to safety. You twist to fall on your back, pulling Cal upwards and cushioning his fall with your body, both landing with a grunt.
His leg miraculously takes no further damage and you breathe out a sigh of relief. You lay there a moment, you on your back and Cal on top of you, both breathing heavily.
Then awkwardness takes over as you realize the compromising position. Cal tries to lean up but struggles to without hurting himself, his face going red. Your first instinct is to push him away, but you move slowly to avoid tossing him back over the cliff, rolling you both further from the edge.
Cal moves off your body, rubbing the back of his neck, sweaty and pressing his lips together. “Can we please take a break?”
You flush. “Yeah, sorry!”
Cal and you sit in the dirt, dirtying your clothes and panting, desperate to cool down. You pull water from the supply bag and toss some to him. He chugs, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he drains the vessel. You look away as soon as he is done, draining your own supply.
You almost choke on the final few drops as he reaches behind his neck to pull his shirt up and over his head, revealing a tight tank top underneath. Eyes roaming the length of freckled skin pulled tight over his hard worked muscles.
Cal’s words cut into your ogling. “Hey…thanks for telling me about your past last night.”
You take a couple of moments to recover. “Oh, yeah, sorry for burdening you with it.”
He meets your eye, his eyebrows furrowed. “It’s not a burden. I want to know more about those I care about.”
You are someone he cares about? A half smile crosses your face, trying to play down how his words make you feel. “It’s kind of embarrassing…”
He cocks his head, watching you. “Why’s that?”
You wring your hands anxiously. “I don’t know, just, talking about my love life to another Jedi…feels taboo.”
“I guess so, but I feel closer to you for knowing.”
You don’t respond, instead reaching out your open palm, requesting his shirt and tossing it into the bag. “We should probably keep going. We still have a lot of ground to cover.”
Cal nods, attempting to climb to his feet before remembering he needs to wait for your help. “Agreed, but I don’t think we’re going to make it back by nightfall. We should stop the next time we find a good place to rest for the night.”
You check the sun’s arc in the sky, he’s right, the cliff took hours to scale and light is slipping away. “You’re probably right. Let me help you up.”
The next leg of the journey tests your patience, but not because of supporting Cal. Instead, annoyed that you will have to spend another evening alone with him. You had been so sure you would reach the ship in a day, but this has not gone your way.
There is already guilt gnawing at you for having shared your past with him. You don’t want him to know you too well. You can’t stand the thought of anyone getting close, not again. But the hours under his arm are nice, even if you both are sweating through your layers of clothes.
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Finally, your path intersects with a clearing near the river’s edge. You and Cal only glance at one another before dropping to the bank to drink and clean your faces and exposed skin in the flowing water.
Cal speaks first. “This spot looks good. A lot less wyyyschokk web than the last campsite.”
You laugh through gulps of fresh water scooped up in your hands. “You think that’s a concern? We did seem pretty safe last night.”
Cal shockingly undresses to his underwear, earning a blush from you. “I hope not. I don’t have it in me to fight yet, but you’ll keep us safe.”
You nod and give him privacy to wash himself, and his clothes, while you unpack the supply bag. He finishes before you, and requests help to move to the grassy campsite, still dripping, laying his clothes out on the ground near your already kindled fire.
You head over to the water’s edge to wash yourself in more privacy, grabbing a spare set of clothes you had packed. Cal quirks an eyebrow at your forethought and shrugs as you leave.
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As you’re finishing up your quick bath, you barely acknowledge that Cal is unpacking the bag. He pulls the blankets from the depths and your silvery stylus falls out. You move forward to join Cal and retrieve your treasured item, but he reaches for it first.
You’re about to thank him when he freezes in place, his eyes glazing over, holding the object. That’s weird. Why would his psychometry activate on your stylus?
Your stomach drops, and time slows down. Nausea overwhelms you, and your mind races to correct the mistake. But it can’t. You can’t undo what he’s seeing.
The memories of spending hours sketching his face on spare pieces of paper. Desperate to capture his beauty and stare into his paper eyes late at night. You could die from the horror of knowing you had touched yourself to one of those drawings. The stylus wouldn’t, couldn’t, be showing him that memory, could it?
“Cal…”
His mind returns to his body. You both stare at one another in shock. His expression is unreadable, and you can’t bear to maintain eye contact any longer. You shake your head, bewildered, and your feet pull you away, into the darkening woods.
Your ears rush with blood and you faintly hear Cal calling to you from afar. Tears well and pour from your eyes, struggling to reconcile with the humiliation you feel. It’s too much. You sob, curling into a ball at the foot of a majestic tree.
Shame overwhelms you. You consider abandoning Cal and living in the woods forever.
You’ve lost everything. Your home, your partner, your trust in the Force, and now Cal. The way he looked at you, it was surely in disgust.
He doesn’t feel the same way about you, and now he has seen how you feel about him, in the worst possible way. It’s not fair. Why do you have to continue to lose?
A tug.
You freeze, not daring to wipe the tears from your eyes. Hand inching towards your lightsaber.
Another tug, so hard you can’t ignore it.
You spring into action, closing your eyes tight, gripping the hilt of your lightsaber. The muscles in your legs take over, leaping high into the air and back flipping. You’re lightsaber activates as you move, the glow perceivable through your eyelids.
You land on something hard and pierce the blade downwards, your eyes finally opening. The creature, a smaller wyyyschokk, screeches and collapses. You maintain your balance, riding its descent, not pulling your blade until it has crumpled beneath you.
A held breath finally escapes your lungs as you realize what you’ve done. More importantly, how you’ve done it.
The Force, it called and you listened. All you can do is stare at the kill and think over the last few years, searching for answers. Trying to determine if the Force abandoned you, or if you abandoned it. If your desperation to find a home blinded you to its call. Finally, arriving at the decision that it doesn’t matter, the Force is with you again, and you feel ready to trust in it, it saved your life.
You breathe out the words, “I felt it…”
Then drop to your knees, eyes instinctively closing, every muscle remembering how to drop back into meditation.
You don’t know how long you stay there, but when you return to the waking world, four words pour from your mouth. “I can trust Cal.”
You take off at a sprint, running through the forest. Trusting the Force to alert you of any danger.
You arrive, breathless, to the campsite, Cal’s head whipping upwards, a blank stare on his face. You stare back, all bravery subsiding.
Cal, now dressed, recovers first. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize-”
You shake your head and raise your palm to stop him. “No, I’m sorry you had to find out that way.”
His mouth searches for the right words. “I’m-”
You stride towards him, sitting beside him at the fire, looking into the flames. “I like you, Cal, more than I meant to.”
His eyes are on you, his hand reaching for yours. “Listen-”
You shake your head, returning his gaze. “I didn’t mean to put you in that position. You don’t have to say anything. I will make sure that we get back to the Mantis tomorrow and once we arrive at a more civilized planet, I’ll go. I can start over again. It’s not a problem. I won’t stick around and make you uncomfortable. Please don’t worry about-”
Cal’s expression changes wildly as he processes each word from your mouth. Finally, his eyebrows knit, and his voice raises. “Stop!”
You snap your jaw closed. His features soften, regret in his eyes from his outburst, then he sighs. “I need you to listen to me. I’m not bothered by what I saw. I, uh, was glad to see that you feel the same…”
Your mouth falls open. “What? Why?”
Cal’s shoulders raise shyly. “Because I like you too…I have since we met, but we never really had any alone time together, except for missions. But those aren’t exactly great times to discuss feelings…”
You resist the urge to cry.“You…felt the same?”
He nods, then reaches for you again. “Come here…please?”
You take his hand and allow him to pull your body to sit against him, his arm wrapping around your waist. He nods to the droid on his back. “BD, think you could watch the perimeter?”
BD beeps and boops and scurries off, just out of sight where the fire’s glow no longer casts its light.
You are both silent for a moment, watching the flames lick towards the night sky. “I get why you didn’t want me to know.”
“You do?”
“After what you told me last night, yeah.”
His arm tightens around you, saying what he isn’t.
You look towards the heavens. “Cal, we shouldn’t pursue anything…I’m still struggling to trust anyone.”
The next thing you know, Cal’s free hand cups your chin, pulling you back down to earth, and crashing his lips into yours. There’s a moment where neither of you move, enjoying how your lips fit against one another. Cal’s hand slide around to the back of your neck as he moves slowly against your mouth. Just as you open your mouth to accept him, he pulls away.
“Cal…”
He presses his forehead against yours. “You don’t have to trust me yet. I’m willing to earn it.”
Your eyes close as you breathe him in. “You don’t have to do that.”
“But I want to.”
A few tears escape from under your eyelids. His fingers brush them away. “Will you let me?”
You nod a minuscule amount and that is all the encouragement he needs to kiss you again, this time deepening it, his tongue sliding against yours, testing the waters. A small moan sounds from your mouth, encouraging his pursuit.
The two of you take it slow, savoring the feel of kissing for almost an hour without speaking. His hands stay mostly on your face or tangled in your hair. Though he once brushes the side of your breast as he slides his fingers down your arm. Your mind is electric, each touch freeing you of the pain you have suffered before this moment.
Cal finally pulls away, chuckling softly while looking at your mouth, his eyes hooded. “Hey, this is an odd ask…but with my leg, I can’t really take this further-”
You nearly jump out of your skin. “Of course! We should stop.”
Cal holds you close, his lips curling upwards. “That’s not exactly what I meant…”
You look up into his eyes, questioning his words. He catches his lower lip on your top lip, giving you a playful kiss as your noses bump. “I meant that if you’d like to keep going…you might have to be on top…”
Your face heats and you shake your head. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
He kisses your nose. “Hurt me?”
“Well, yeah…I mean, I’m-”
You look down at your body, and Cal follows your eyes. “Still clothed?”
You whine, feeling suddenly very self conscious. “No, Cal…I don’t want to crush you…your leg…”
He gives you a coy smile. “I don’t think that’s possible.”
You chew your lip, not speaking.
He uses a finger to tilt your chin to look into his eyes. “I’m pretty strong. I may not be able to do the legwork, but I’ll help you ride me.”
You gasp, then recover. “I don’t know.”
He shrugs. “I won’t make you do anything. But if you want to, I’d really like to.”
There isn’t a world where you give up the opportunity to sleep with Cal, so you squeeze your eyes tight and nod. Cal does his best to undress you both, removing his shirt before helping you with yours. You feel shy being exposed in front of him, but his eagerness to touch every inch of you puts your mind at ease.
Cal slides carefully out of his own pants, giving you a look to request you do the same. You oblige and can’t help but look at how his erection bobs against his lower abdomen, a sure sign of the effect kissing you had on his body. You want to reach out and stroke it, but you feel more comfortable letting him lead this time.
Once you are both naked, Cal’s lips reconnect with yours. His fingers sliding along the curve of your breasts while the other hand tugs at your back, silently urging you to straddle him. You are resistant, but allow him to convince you into his lap, taking care to not bump his injured leg as you mount him.
His hands find your hips as you position your body over his. He pulls you down, the tip of his cock pressing against your entrance. Cal watches in fascination as you sit, taking each inch of him into your body.
He lets out a guttural moan and barely keeps his eyes open as you take him the first time. Your eyes are long closed, your head thrown back in ecstasy, feeling him slide perfectly into your body.
“Stars, you feel so good wrapped around me.”
Once you are full of him, you rise, until the head of him barely stays put, his hands gripping you hard, slamming you down onto him. The sensation of his length slamming into your cervix draws moans from your lips.
Cal presses his mouth messily against yours, trying to maintain as much contact with you as possible in the fucking. He bucks his hips upwards to meet you, wincing slightly at the effort. You try to stop him, but he won’t allow it, seemingly unable to stop the need to fuck you back as you ride.
Each stroke feels like a drug, and one of his hands releases its grip. His other hand, doing a surprisingly good job of assisting you on its own. You whine when his fingers press to your clit, rubbing small and tantalizing motions on the sensitive bud.
He grunts while speaking. “I promise to give you more when I’m not injured.”
You can’t help but imagine what he would be like mounting you, railing you like a jackrabbit, unimpaired by his injury. Cal brings your thoughts back to his current touch as pleasure shoots up your spine, prompting another loud moan. He smiles against your lips, knowing he has figured out how to touch you. You wonder if he is using the memory he saw to aid his movements.
As pleasure builds in your belly, you struggle to ride him, hovering off his lap as he rubs your clit closer to orgasm. Cal fucks up into your clenching cunt, grunting into your mouth with each motion, desperate to take you over the edge with him. Your eyes clench tight as he draws the same little pattern with his fingers.
Your body begins to milk him, clenching down hard while moaning loudly. Cal only thrusts a couple more times before cumming deep inside of you, both your mouths hanging open against one another. Neither of you move, enjoying the feeling of being together as one.
Exhausted, you climb away from Cal’s lap; he uses the Force to pull your sleeping mat beside his. You both lie down, tangled in one another’s arms, pulling the blankets atop your bodies. Your heartbeats pound over the sounds of your collective breathing. Falling into a comfortable sleep, feeling finally safe, resting against him.
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The noisy sounds of life rouse you from your sleep. A low roar of animal noises constantly sounding informs you that the mission is not yet complete.
As you shift, Cal’s voice rings out, a reminder that you slept beside him. “Good morning.”
You rub the sleep from your eyes and stretch. “Morning. How are you feeling?”
He grunts while shifting. “It hurts, but I think I can walk, but I’ll probably need a hand. I don’t think I can put much pressure on it.”
You nod, eyes taking inventory of what supplies you’ve scattered around the campsite. Reaching into the bag, you search for food and water to prepare you both for the tiresome journey ahead. Cal thanks you, and you eat in silence before you pack up.
Your stylus rolls out of the top heavy bag as it falls over. You shove it back inside, wedging it between the light blankets that were crudely folded.
You bend at an angle to allow Cal’s arm to drape across your shoulders; catching his right hand in yours to pull him to his feet. Every touch feels electric, your mind focusing in on how his body feels against yours. You try to stay friendly, but the eagerly pumping blood causes a light sweat throughout your body. At least the humid planet will disguise your nervous reaction.
“Are you steady?”
Cal shifts, trying to figure out how to best walk with one leg. “Yeah.”
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It’s slow moving, working back up the steep path that you had originally climbed down. There’s too many times that Cal loses footing, almost dragging you both down to the bottom of the cliff. BD jumps from Cal’s shoulders, opting to walk ahead of you both, scanning the flora along the way.
It’s a grueling trek. The last ten feet are nearly vertical, requiring you to lean your body into the dirt. Each step feels impossible and you have to fight to not look down. Cal yelps as a rock catches his foot, slamming his injured leg into the cliff-side. You hold him tight; he presses his entire body weight against you until the pain subsides.
Despite the terrifying conditions, you can’t help but imagine his body against you under different circumstances.
But you push those thoughts aside, focusing on the final few steps over the edge.
You get the ball of your foot on the flat land, but the dirt gives way. All your strength works to fall forwards, toppling to safety. You twist to fall on your back, pulling Cal upwards and cushioning his fall with your body, both landing with a grunt.
His leg miraculously takes no further damage and you breathe out a sigh of relief. You lay there a moment, you on your back and Cal on top of you, both breathing heavily.
Then awkwardness takes over as you realize the compromising position. Cal tries to lean up but struggles to without hurting himself, his face going red. Your first instinct is to push him away, but you move slowly to avoid tossing him back over the cliff, rolling you both further from the edge.
Cal moves off your body, rubbing the back of his neck, sweaty and pressing his lips together. “Can we please take a break?”
You flush. “Yeah, sorry!”
Cal and you sit in the dirt, dirtying your clothes and panting, desperate to cool down. You pull water from the supply bag and toss some to him. He chugs, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he drains the vessel. You look away as soon as he is done, draining your own supply.
You almost choke on the final few drops as he reaches behind his neck to pull his shirt up and over his head, revealing a tight tank top underneath. Eyes roaming the length of freckled skin pulled tight over his hard worked muscles.
Cal’s words cut into your ogling. “Hey…thanks for telling me about your past last night.”
You take a couple of moments to recover. “Oh, yeah, sorry for burdening you with it.”
He meets your eye, his eyebrows furrowed. “It’s not a burden. I want to know more about those I care about.”
You are someone he cares about? A half smile crosses your face, trying to play down how his words make you feel. “It’s kind of embarrassing…”
He cocks his head, watching you. “Why’s that?”
You wring your hands anxiously. “I don’t know, just, talking about my love life to another Jedi…feels taboo.”
“I guess so, but I feel closer to you for knowing.”
You don’t respond, instead reaching out your open palm, requesting his shirt and tossing it into the bag. “We should probably keep going. We still have a lot of ground to cover.”
Cal nods, attempting to climb to his feet before remembering he needs to wait for your help. “Agreed, but I don’t think we’re going to make it back by nightfall. We should stop the next time we find a good place to rest for the night.”
You check the sun’s arc in the sky, he’s right, the cliff took hours to scale and light is slipping away. “You’re probably right. Let me help you up.”
The next leg of the journey tests your patience, but not because of supporting Cal. Instead, annoyed that you will have to spend another evening alone with him. You had been so sure you would reach the ship in a day, but this has not gone your way.
There is already guilt gnawing at you for having shared your past with him. You don’t want him to know you too well. You can’t stand the thought of anyone getting close, not again. But the hours under his arm are nice, even if you both are sweating through your layers of clothes.
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Finally, your path intersects with a clearing near the river’s edge. You and Cal only glance at one another before dropping to the bank to drink and clean your faces and exposed skin in the flowing water.
Cal speaks first. “This spot looks good. A lot less wyyyschokk web than the last campsite.”
You laugh through gulps of fresh water scooped up in your hands. “You think that’s a concern? We did seem pretty safe last night.”
Cal shockingly undresses to his underwear, earning a blush from you. “I hope not. I don’t have it in me to fight yet, but you’ll keep us safe.”
You nod and give him privacy to wash himself, and his clothes, while you unpack the supply bag. He finishes before you, and requests help to move to the grassy campsite, still dripping, laying his clothes out on the ground near your already kindled fire.
You head over to the water’s edge to wash yourself in more privacy, grabbing a spare set of clothes you had packed. Cal quirks an eyebrow at your forethought and shrugs as you leave.
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As you’re finishing up your quick bath, you barely acknowledge that Cal is unpacking the bag. He pulls the blankets from the depths and your silvery stylus falls out. You move forward to join Cal and retrieve your treasured item, but he reaches for it first.
You’re about to thank him when he freezes in place, his eyes glazing over, holding the object. That’s weird. Why would his psychometry activate on your stylus?
Your stomach drops, and time slows down. Nausea overwhelms you, and your mind races to correct the mistake. But it can’t. You can’t undo what he’s seeing.
The memories of spending hours sketching his face on spare pieces of paper. Desperate to capture his beauty and stare into his paper eyes late at night. You could die from the horror of knowing you had touched yourself to one of those drawings. The stylus wouldn’t, couldn’t, be showing him that memory, could it?
“Cal…”
His mind returns to his body. You both stare at one another in shock. His expression is unreadable, and you can’t bear to maintain eye contact any longer. You shake your head, bewildered, and your feet pull you away, into the darkening woods.
Your ears rush with blood and you faintly hear Cal calling to you from afar. Tears well and pour from your eyes, struggling to reconcile with the humiliation you feel. It’s too much. You sob, curling into a ball at the foot of a majestic tree.
Shame overwhelms you. You consider abandoning Cal and living in the woods forever.
You’ve lost everything. Your home, your partner, your trust in the Force, and now Cal. The way he looked at you, it was surely in disgust.
He doesn’t feel the same way about you, and now he has seen how you feel about him, in the worst possible way. It’s not fair. Why do you have to continue to lose?
A tug.
You freeze, not daring to wipe the tears from your eyes. Hand inching towards your lightsaber.
Another tug, so hard you can’t ignore it.
You spring into action, closing your eyes tight, gripping the hilt of your lightsaber. The muscles in your legs take over, leaping high into the air and back flipping. You’re lightsaber activates as you move, the glow perceivable through your eyelids.
You land on something hard and pierce the blade downwards, your eyes finally opening. The creature, a smaller wyyyschokk, screeches and collapses. You maintain your balance, riding its descent, not pulling your blade until it has crumpled beneath you.
A held breath finally escapes your lungs as you realize what you’ve done. More importantly, how you’ve done it.
The Force, it called and you listened. All you can do is stare at the kill and think over the last few years, searching for answers. Trying to determine if the Force abandoned you, or if you abandoned it. If your desperation to find a home blinded you to its call. Finally, arriving at the decision that it doesn’t matter, the Force is with you again, and you feel ready to trust in it, it saved your life.
You breathe out the words, “I felt it…”
Then drop to your knees, eyes instinctively closing, every muscle remembering how to drop back into meditation.
You don’t know how long you stay there, but when you return to the waking world, four words pour from your mouth. “I can trust Cal.”
You take off at a sprint, running through the forest. Trusting the Force to alert you of any danger.
You arrive, breathless, to the campsite, Cal’s head whipping upwards, a blank stare on his face. You stare back, all bravery subsiding.
Cal, now dressed, recovers first. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize-”
You shake your head and raise your palm to stop him. “No, I’m sorry you had to find out that way.”
His mouth searches for the right words. “I’m-”
You stride towards him, sitting beside him at the fire, looking into the flames. “I like you, Cal, more than I meant to.”
His eyes are on you, his hand reaching for yours. “Listen-”
You shake your head, returning his gaze. “I didn’t mean to put you in that position. You don’t have to say anything. I will make sure that we get back to the Mantis tomorrow and once we arrive at a more civilized planet, I’ll go. I can start over again. It’s not a problem. I won’t stick around and make you uncomfortable. Please don’t worry about-”
Cal’s expression changes wildly as he processes each word from your mouth. Finally, his eyebrows knit, and his voice raises. “Stop!”
You snap your jaw closed. His features soften, regret in his eyes from his outburst, then he sighs. “I need you to listen to me. I’m not bothered by what I saw. I, uh, was glad to see that you feel the same…”
Your mouth falls open. “What? Why?”
Cal’s shoulders raise shyly. “Because I like you too…I have since we met, but we never really had any alone time together, except for missions. But those aren’t exactly great times to discuss feelings…”
You resist the urge to cry.“You…felt the same?”
He nods, then reaches for you again. “Come here…please?”
You take his hand and allow him to pull your body to sit against him, his arm wrapping around your waist. He nods to the droid on his back. “BD, think you could watch the perimeter?”
BD beeps and boops and scurries off, just out of sight where the fire’s glow no longer casts its light.
You are both silent for a moment, watching the flames lick towards the night sky. “I get why you didn’t want me to know.”
“You do?”
“After what you told me last night, yeah.”
His arm tightens around you, saying what he isn’t.
You look towards the heavens. “Cal, we shouldn’t pursue anything…I’m still struggling to trust anyone.”
The next thing you know, Cal’s free hand cups your chin, pulling you back down to earth, and crashing his lips into yours. There’s a moment where neither of you move, enjoying how your lips fit against one another. Cal’s hand slide around to the back of your neck as he moves slowly against your mouth. Just as you open your mouth to accept him, he pulls away.
“Cal…”
He presses his forehead against yours. “You don’t have to trust me yet. I’m willing to earn it.”
Your eyes close as you breathe him in. “You don’t have to do that.”
“But I want to.”
A few tears escape from under your eyelids. His fingers brush them away. “Will you let me?”
You nod a minuscule amount and that is all the encouragement he needs to kiss you again, this time deepening it, his tongue sliding against yours, testing the waters. A small moan sounds from your mouth, encouraging his pursuit.
The two of you take it slow, savoring the feel of kissing for almost an hour without speaking. His hands stay mostly on your face or tangled in your hair. Though he once brushes the side of your breast as he slides his fingers down your arm. Your mind is electric, each touch freeing you of the pain you have suffered before this moment.
Cal finally pulls away, chuckling softly while looking at your mouth, his eyes hooded. “Hey, this is an odd ask…but with my leg, I can’t really take this further-”
You nearly jump out of your skin. “Of course! We should stop.”
Cal holds you close, his lips curling upwards. “That’s not exactly what I meant…”
You look up into his eyes, questioning his words. He catches his lower lip on your top lip, giving you a playful kiss as your noses bump. “I meant that if you’d like to keep going…you might have to be on top…”
Your face heats and you shake your head. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
He kisses your nose. “Hurt me?”
“Well, yeah…I mean, I’m-”
You look down at your body, and Cal follows your eyes. “Still clothed?”
You whine, feeling suddenly very self conscious. “No, Cal…I don’t want to crush you…your leg…”
He gives you a coy smile. “I don’t think that’s possible.”
You chew your lip, not speaking.
He uses a finger to tilt your chin to look into his eyes. “I’m pretty strong. I may not be able to do the legwork, but I’ll help you ride me.”
You gasp, then recover. “I don’t know.”
He shrugs. “I won’t make you do anything. But if you want to, I’d really like to.”
There isn’t a world where you give up the opportunity to sleep with Cal, so you squeeze your eyes tight and nod. Cal does his best to undress you both, removing his shirt before helping you with yours. You feel shy being exposed in front of him, but his eagerness to touch every inch of you puts your mind at ease.
Cal slides carefully out of his own pants, giving you a look to request you do the same. You oblige and can’t help but look at how his erection bobs against his lower abdomen, a sure sign of the effect kissing you had on his body. You want to reach out and stroke it, but you feel more comfortable letting him lead this time.
Once you are both naked, Cal’s lips reconnect with yours. His fingers sliding along the curve of your breasts while the other hand tugs at your back, silently urging you to straddle him. You are resistant, but allow him to convince you into his lap, taking care to not bump his injured leg as you mount him.
His hands find your hips as you position your body over his. He pulls you down, the tip of his cock pressing against your entrance. Cal watches in fascination as you sit, taking each inch of him into your body.
He lets out a guttural moan and barely keeps his eyes open as you take him the first time. Your eyes are long closed, your head thrown back in ecstasy, feeling him slide perfectly into your body.
“Stars, you feel so good wrapped around me.”
Once you are full of him, you rise, until the head of him barely stays put, his hands gripping you hard, slamming you down onto him. The sensation of his length slamming into your cervix draws moans from your lips.
Cal presses his mouth messily against yours, trying to maintain as much contact with you as possible in the fucking. He bucks his hips upwards to meet you, wincing slightly at the effort. You try to stop him, but he won’t allow it, seemingly unable to stop the need to fuck you back as you ride.
Each stroke feels like a drug, and one of his hands releases its grip. His other hand, doing a surprisingly good job of assisting you on its own. You whine when his fingers press to your clit, rubbing small and tantalizing motions on the sensitive bud.
He grunts while speaking. “I promise to give you more when I’m not injured.”
You can’t help but imagine what he would be like mounting you, railing you like a jackrabbit, unimpaired by his injury. Cal brings your thoughts back to his current touch as pleasure shoots up your spine, prompting another loud moan. He smiles against your lips, knowing he has figured out how to touch you. You wonder if he is using the memory he saw to aid his movements.
As pleasure builds in your belly, you struggle to ride him, hovering off his lap as he rubs your clit closer to orgasm. Cal fucks up into your clenching cunt, grunting into your mouth with each motion, desperate to take you over the edge with him. Your eyes clench tight as he draws the same little pattern with his fingers.
Your body begins to milk him, clenching down hard while moaning loudly. Cal only thrusts a couple more times before cumming deep inside of you, both your mouths hanging open against one another. Neither of you move, enjoying the feeling of being together as one.
Exhausted, you climb away from Cal’s lap; he uses the Force to pull your sleeping mat beside his. You both lie down, tangled in one another’s arms, pulling the blankets atop your bodies. Your heartbeats pound over the sounds of your collective breathing. Falling into a comfortable sleep, feeling finally safe, resting against him.
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