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The Way He Looks at You
Book 1
A Cal Kestis Fanfiction
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Summary:
After a devastating breakup with her Jedi boyfriend, a grieving Rebellion pilot is captured by a ruthless, yet alluring, Inquisitor. He offers to protect her secrets in exchange for her loyalty. Torn between the duty-bound Jedi she lost, and the Dark-Side enemy who wants to possess her, she must decide where her heart truly belongs.
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This story is available in First Person and Second Person points of view.
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Song for the Book: Do It All The Time by I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME
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Chapter 9: The Way He Treats Me
Chapter Summary: A future with Cal looms as the reality of his lifestyle comes into view.
Trigger Warnings: none
Song for the chapter: INFATUATION by I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME
As the dust settles on my permanent decision, Cal’s face hardens to the familiar hungry expression. It appears last night didn’t satisfy his appetite.
I am trapped in my head, coming to terms with my new life. I’ve chosen to stay. Chosen to live with an Inquisitor. Chosen to turn my back on the Rebellion.
Perhaps the last part isn’t true. I am helping the Rebellion by ensuring secrets stay safe. Base locations, important individuals, and, most importantly, Theo, all stay safe. A Jedi is an important asset to the Rebellion.
“I’m sorry,” I say, clocking the annoyed look Cal is giving me. “It’s difficult not to think of him; it’s barely been two days.”
His hungry eyes narrow, not swayed by my weak apology. “Perhaps I should make you think of me instead.”
“Cal, I’m not in the mood,” I say, pressing a hand to his broad chest to keep distance.
My thoughts remain stuck on mourning the loss of my old life and trying to accept my new reality. Even with how he’s looking at me, I can’t will my body into immediate arousal.
Cal lets out an irritated scoff. “So I gave you what you wanted, and now you mope around my quarters?”
“I’m trying to be okay. A lot has changed for me in the past few days.”
He grabs my shoulders, stooping to eye level. “Set it aside; focus on what is in front of you.”
“It’s not that easy!”
In a quick move, his teeth find the tender junction of my throat and shoulder. My head tilts back, and I sigh out a soft moan. He pulls my face back near his, his half-lidded eyes on my parted lips. His hot mouth presses against the corner of mine before nipping at my lower lip, coaxing me to kiss him.
I relent, sealing my mouth against his, returning his eagerness. My fingers slide into his soft hair just as he pulls away, leaving me breathless.
“It’s a shame you’re too upset for more,” he says, mocking me and walking away into the kitchen.
I let out a small noise of displeasure that he ignores. Maybe setting my distress aside is just as easy as he said.
I follow him into the small space like a kicked hound. Cal avoids me, busying himself with preparing a quick meal. I give him a pitiful look, glancing at his lips and then lower.
“Moping still?” He asks, eyeing me.
“Not for the same reasons,” I say, my voice hushed and breathy.
His lips curl in brief satisfaction as he plates his easy meal. “I assume you have eaten?”
I nod, watching him eat. He consumes his food with the same immense haste I have only seen in Theo. “Why do you all eat like that?”
Cal pauses before his next bite. “I’m not eating like anything,” he says, his tone even.
“Yes, you are. Th—I mean, the Jedi—ate like that too. Do you have to eat at the speed of light to appease the Force?”
Cal breaks, a genuine smile on his handsome face as he laughs at my terrible joke. “Maybe…but no. During the Clone Wars, there wasn’t the luxury of frequent meals or time to eat them.”
“That makes sense,” I say, then smirk. “But it also activates your powers, right?”
Cal’s eyes roll as he plays along. “Yes, of course, if I eat too slow I lose my connection to the Force. You could develop a connection too if you set aside your leisure.”
My nose wrinkles at the thought of inhaling my food. “No thank you, I enjoy tasting my meal.”
“Then you haven’t had nutritive paste before. The only way to consume such terrible rations is to swallow before you realize its taste.”
“I’ve swallowed something similar.”
Cal gives me a sharp, disapproving look. I giggle and step closer as he attempts to eat his food with undisciplined slowness.
My hand rests on his sturdy arm, and I trail my touch up his thick tunic. “You’re so handsome.”
Cal stiffens, his eyes snapping from my delicate touch to my mischievous face. I know he can already hear what’s in my mind, but he studies me as if he’s not getting the answers he wants. He looks between me and his meal, then inhales the rest of his food, setting the used dish aside.
“There is no need to compliment me.”
My body moves to fill the now-open space between him and the counter. “I know I don’t need to. I want to.”
His body crowds me against the counter, large hands coming to rest on my hips. “Your thoughts are back to desire, I take it?”
My heart flutters, and I will myself to keep up this level of confidence, looking up through my eyelashes at him. “You tell me.”
Cal chuckles at my thoughts. “Should I be worried about your newfound confidence? It seems unusual.”
My eyelashes flutter closed as I laugh. I am confident. I used to be. But I was sad and scared yesterday. Today I’m trying to be bold again.
“I see why the Jedi got rid of you.”
My expression falls to immediate hurt, but Cal bumps his nose against my forehead. “I only mean, you are quite forward, even when trying to hold back, and if I were him, I too would struggle with resisting,” he says.
His hand cups my chin and brings our lips almost to touch. “Lucky for me, I don’t have to resist.”
He kisses me, tongue sliding against mine as his hands wrap around my thighs to pull me to sit on the counter’s edge. My hands find his shoulders as I fist the coarse black material of his tunic.
Cal lets out a frustrated groan as his fingers meet the stretchy woolen fabric of his own lounge pants on my body. “I revoke what I said in the note. No more wearing my clothes; they’re in the way.”
I pout, “No way, I’m not wearing that horrible dress constantly. You can handle pulling these off of me. Plus, you wear far more layers of clothing than I do.”
“Yes, but I shed most of it at the door. Your lack of clothes is supposed to make up for it.”
Cal tugs me off the counter, uses a combination of his hands and the Force to remove the clothing from my lower half, and hoists me back up.
He frees himself from the restraints of clothing, not bothering with fully removing his pants. I forget how easy it is for men. “I suppose your clothes aren’t as in the way.”
He lets out a heavy sigh as he aligns himself with my damp entrance, rubbing the head along the slit to coat himself. “I can’t understand why you would choose comfort over being available to me.”
There’s a twinkle in his eye as he prods my entrance. My arms wrap around him, pulling him flush against me, feeling him slide inch by inch until settled fully inside my squeezing heat.
“Inquisitors can’t fathom comfort, can they?” I ask, but my words are strained as I revel in the feeling of him fully sheathed inside me.
“I’m rather comfortable right now. Warm, soft, tight. What else is there?”
Cal fucks me slow against the counter, a smug look painting his face. My eyes roll, starting one way and ending another as he thrusts quicker into me.
His forehead nears mine but cannot rest against it without knocking our heads together as he increases the rhythm. My soft moans fill the air, and Cal sets his jaw as though sex with me is painful for him. My hand rises to cup his face, wanting to ease the pained expression. I pull him to kiss me but release when our teeth clang into one another.
Cal’s grip on my hips is bordering on painful, but he distracts me by stroking my clit.
No, he doesn’t. His hands are on my hips. My body jumps away from the ghostlike sensation. Cal chuckles, and I realize he is using the Force to make this more pleasurable for me.
“Next time I’ll warn you.”
“It’s fine,” I say, settling into the novel feeling.
My mouth falls open, and my eyes lose focus as the invisible touch brushes over the sensitive nub. I feel my orgasm nearing. My walls tighten, forcing Cal to work harder to keep his quick pace. He makes soft grunting noises, and I assume he is holding himself back from finishing first.
My orgasm washes over me in intense waves, every part of my body squeezed tight and then releasing. I have a vague awareness that Cal is spilling himself deep into me, his lips coming to rest on the top of my head as the intensity subsides.
Neither of us attempts to pull away, just holding one another close. My head lingers on his chest as I catch my breath. I can hear Cal humming in my hair. This moment is perfect.
Cal and I kept our whirlwind getting-to-know-one-another within the confines of indulgent bedroom activities. Most of which happened on his bed, but a few took place on his couch and another in his gorgeous shower.
I’m lying on my stomach, a pillow propped beneath my angled hips, humming and covered in a light sheen of sweat as Cal kneels behind me. He pumps another hot load deep inside my clenching hole, groaning loudly as he finishes. My mind is hazy with pleasure and satisfaction.
He collapses onto my back, his fingertips brushing some of my damp hair off my neck to place a kiss on the salty skin. “Are you hungry?”
The question prompts me to put actual thought into my body’s needs instead of just accepting an endless stream of pleasure. “I think I am,” I say.
Cal groans, dropping his head onto my shoulder. “Perhaps Fifth Brother was right about the inconvenience of keeping another.”
He scrapes his teeth across my shoulder as I glare at him. He smirks back at me. “I only mean, I would have gone to bed hungry, but I suppose since you are here, I’ll have to feed both of us.”
He climbs off me, murmuring something about it being better for him to eat supper instead. He pulls on his pants and tosses me his short-sleeved shirt, which drapes across my backside. “You can wear this, but nothing under it.”
“You have the stamina for another round?”
“Well, thanks to you, I have to eat, so probably.” He gives me a devilish smile before exiting the bedroom to head into the kitchen.
I go into the ’fresher to clean up before joining him, especially since I will forgo underwear per his demand. I’m taken aback by my disheveled appearance again, and my hands work to calm my messy hair back into a suitable shape. Remnants of Cal leak down my thighs, and I wet a cloth with warm water to clean myself up.
There is a trace of blood on the cloth afterwards, and I consider whether my cycle is near. He wouldn’t forbid undergarments under those circumstances, right? I assume the Inquisitor would prefer I didn’t bleed on everything. I’ll have to discuss sanitary products with Cal sooner than later.
Once clean, I toss Cal’s shirt over my naked body, feeling better to be as modest as he will allow. Though I consider going into his closet to steal another pair of pants.
Cal is busy cooking sizzling food and appearing unbothered by the hot flecks of grease that spatter back onto the bare skin of his toned abdomen. Perhaps after the meal I should lick the burning drops away as thanks.
I take the only seat at the small kitchen table and watch him work. My eyes trail over his perfect form, enjoying the fact that not only is he attractive, he is also cooking for me.
Theo didn’t cook. He could cook a few basic things, but they were terrible. From Theo’s stories, Jedi learned little in the way of frivolity—including the ability to cook a delicious meal.
“How did you learn to cook?” I ask as I watch Cal season the food with more than one seasoning.
He glances at me as I make useless attempts to stay covered up while sitting, tugging at and stretching out his inky black shirt. “An old friend,” he says, not elaborating.
“How old?”
“Old enough where any further questions will reflect poorly on my expected demeanor.”
I nod along, so it was someone he was friends with before the Empire caught him. “Well, it’s nice to see a Force user be useful in the kitchen.” I bite back a smile. “Too bad you don’t taste the food you cook.”
He lets out a sharp exhale. “I’m not sure why you’ve decided to critique the pace at which I prefer to consume food.”
“It’s just so fast,” I say, “especially when you are putting so much effort into preparing it.”
Cal plates the delicious-smelling meal and sets my serving on the table. He stands at the kitchen counter to eat his food. To appease me, he takes a bite and then stares at the plate of food, casting me annoyed looks.
The food is wonderful, and I want to eat fast as well. I’m struggling to maintain a slow pace, and finally I break.
“Eat how you want, Cal.”
We both dig in with more haste. Cal still finishes his meal before I do.
Upon finishing, I take our plates, washing up the dishes and cookware. I wipe down the countertops and sweep the hard floor, feeling Cal’s heavy gaze on me.
As I finish setting the kitchen back to its unused state, Cal’s arms encircle me from behind. “It appears I may have spoken hastily earlier,” he says. “You are not an inconvenience. I like having you here.”
I lean back against him, feeling sleepiness weigh heavy on my eyelids with a full belly and a day of physical activity.
Cal guides me back towards the bedroom. “Tomorrow I have duties on another planet. I will not return here for several days. You will accompany me.”
“Will I be required to follow you as you…attend to your duties?” I ask, fearful of having to watch him hunt and kill.
“No, I will ensure you have accommodations. You will be free to wander the city we will stay in. I’ll ensure you have credits for food and anything else you may need while we travel.”
I tilt my head straight up to look into his green eyes. They change from his dark expression to one of humor as he herds me forward one parallel step at a time. Similar to how my father taught me to dance. Standing on his feet as we take the same steps.
“So I’ll be allowed to buy things that aren’t food?”
He exhales in amusement. “Yes. Items to entertain yourself if you see fit. Seeing as you own nothing.”
I continue to stare up at him with a soft expression, batting my eyelashes, and he nudges me forward. “Watch where you are going.”
I don’t, making him step with me the whole way. Cal flicks off the lights before we crawl into bed.
“You will spend nights alone, but I will return to you on the nights I am able.”
I wrap my arms around him, kissing the stubble on his neck. “Then I’ll make the most of tonight.”
Cal pushes me to arm’s length. “I’m afraid I don’t have another round in me tonight.”
“But I’m hungry,” I say.
“We just ate.”
My hand palms him through his soft pants. “I’m craving nutritive paste.”
Cal groans, sounding disgusted. “Don’t call it that.”
I giggle and kiss down his chest and over his stomach, licking up the drops of grease. I reach his clothed erection, kissing over it until his hips buck.
“One more round? I’ll do all the work.”
“Can’t say no to that offer.”
I focus my full attention on making sure Cal has no reason to regret keeping me. My fingers free his cock, and his hand tangles in my hair, guiding me but not forcing movement.
The sounds of Cal’s stuttered breathing and low groans fill the darkened room, creating a beautiful lullaby that puts us both to sleep for the rest of the night.
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