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It's been years since the Chronorift incident, but the crash of thunder outside still takes you back, the sound far too similar to the deafening roar of a wanderer that you heard that day. It immediately puts you on edge, making you break out into a cold sweat. Caleb's place was far too empty, far too quiet and it amplified every sound, every creak. Every drop of rain tapping against the window has your hair standing on end.
Caleb is working late, leaving you to your own devices, but this is fine, nothing you can't handle, right? You did just fine when he was gone, this is nothi-
That thought is immediately derailed as there's a great big flash of lightning and the lights flicker, then die out. Just wonderful. You could have sworn that Skyhaven's electrical grid was built with measures to prevent things like this.
You shift to reluctantly exhume yourself from the protective cocoon of blankets that you had buried yourself in, only to be startled by the sound of slamming outside. Your body acts before you even have time to think and you dive off of the couch, dragging yourself across the floor on your stomach to reach for your guns on the coffee table, where you left them after you methodically took them apart and cleaned them - a nervous habit that you've seemingly picked up from somewhere.
Cursing under your breath, you desperately jam the pieces together, guided only by muscle memory in the dark. Impeded by your shaking hands, you drop a bullet, sending it rolling across the floor. You follow it, reaching out to grab it, nearly jumping out of your skin when you look up and see a booted foot has stopped it from going any further.
"Jesus fucking Christ!" You screech and scramble back, lobbing the half assembled gun at the assailant's head, only for it to stop mid air, halfway to its mark.
"Woah, hey now, that's not very nice, Pipsqueak."
It takes a moment for the familiar voice to register and when it does you visibly deflate, heart pounding, slumped over and trembling on his living room floor. Immediately noticing your distress, Caleb crouches down, resting his hand on top of your head.
"It's okay, it's just me. I didn't mean to frighten you, but I guess you just didn't hear me come in." His voice is soft and warm, if not tinted with concern, the tone a constant reassurance ever since you were both children. You shuffle forward on your knees, reaching out to him and he wraps his arms around you, holding you close.
"I would ask 'what's shakin' bacon?' But it looks like it's you that's shakin'."
You let out an unamused huff and pressed closer to him, burying your face in the collar of his shirt to hide the slight upward curve at the corners of your lips. "You're so lame."
"Guilty as charged." He scoops you up, lifting you from the floor with ease. "Power's gonna be out for a while. It's late anyway, so you might as well get some sleep, yeah? I'm sure it'll be back on by the morning."
He carries you through the living area to your bedroom - (his bedroom, which you have claimed as your own) and sets you down. He pulls back the covers of your bed - (his bed) and another resounding boom of thunder has you diving beneath them.
Caleb chuckled and shook his head, stepping away for a moment to strip out of his uniform and change into something for bed. "Still not over it, huh? You always were afraid of storms when we were kids. You would always cry and beg me to let you sleep in my bed."
You grumble, peeking out from beneath the blankets with an embarrassed scowl as you watch him finish sliding an old pair of sweatpants up his thighs, hanging low on his hips. "Shut up, I'm not a kid anymore Caleb. I'm just... Sleepy. Yeah, sleepy." At this point it sounded like you were trying to convince yourself more than him.
His expression softens and moves to the side of the bed again, leaning down and brushing a strand of hair out of your face. "I know you're not. You're a beautiful young woman, but you're still my Pipsqueak and you're allowed to need me, y'know? I'll always protect you."
You sighed and leaned into his touch for a moment. "I know."
Hesitantly, you lifted the covers again, rolling over to make space for him behind you, where he easily finds his place, resting his chin atop your head. It's not long before you find yourself dozing, his warmth at your back and the rhythmic sound of his breathing easing you into a light sleep.
Sleep for Caleb however, does not come. Not with the smell of your shampoo in his nose and the plush of your ass pressed firmly against him. Not when you're in his arms, in his bed when you belong.
He knows he shouldn't, he really shouldn't, but he can feel himself filling out his pants and oh god you feel so warm and good against him that he just can't help the twitch of his hips slowly building up into a steady grind.
"Caleb?"
Oh shit, you're awake... But you're not stopping him. In fact, you're pressing further against him now and he groans.
You shouldn't be doing this right? You grew up together and this is wrong, but right now neither of you can find it in yourselves to care, not when he's hot and hard against you.
Vaguely in your sleep induced haze, you wonder how long has he been like that, because now that he knows you're not pulling away, he's whining. He's begging and whimpering for you. "Please please please can I put it in? Even just a little bit?"
He's damn near humping you ass now, a damp patch of precum staining the front of his pants and smearing against you with every roll of his hips. "Fuck, I'm sorry for waking you, but you'll forgive me, won't you? I've been so good to you, taking care of you for all these years. I love you so much, so you'll let me get away with this, just this once right?"
Caleb barely waits for you to tell him yes before he practically tears off those tiny little sleep shorts that you thought would be a good idea to parade around his home in. He's been thinking about it all damn day and he wonders if it was on purpose. Do you even know what you do to him?
You've always been his sweet temptation. His forbidden fruit. You're wearing his favourite pair of panties, the ones that he's stolen while doing your laundry and has had wrapped around his dick while getting off more times than he can count. He can see the obvious dampness in fabric, a darkened patch of arousal clinging to your skin, and he hooks his finger under the gusset, pulling it aside.
"Fuck, look at that, so pretty for me. Only for me, yeah?"
He wastes no time in pulling down the waistband of his sweats and boxers in one go, his hard cock smacking against his stomach. It takes all that he has to not just bury himself in you, but you're precious to him, he has to make sure it doesn't hurt.
He swipes his fingers between your folds, collecting some of the wetness that has gathered there, using it to slick his cock before guiding the tip against you, catching against the rim of your pretty, fluttering hole with whine.
Slowly, he presses it in, your tight walls stretching around him as he bullies himself into you.
"Oh fuck. That's it... That's a good girl. You're taking it so well for me. You're so wet, all for me right?"
He pulls you closer as he sinks further and further in, you can feel his heartbeat thrumming against your back and throbbing inside of you as he bottoms out. He's surrounding you, inside of you, you can't tell when you end and he begins.
He buries his face against your neck, whispering sweet reassurances while he gives you a moment to adjust.
"So perfect, like you were made for me. Like someone tore you out of my chest just for me to love."
It doesn't take long for you to start squirming, rocking your hips back against him. He slowly drags himself out of you and slams back in again with a whine, drawing a sharp gasp from you, followed by the most sinful moan he's ever heard.
The last thread of his self restraint snaps and he starts fucking into you in earnest. The room is filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin and Caleb's whimpers and groans as he fucks into you like a man posessed.
"Shit, your pussy is so tight, so perfect like I always knew it would be, it was made for my cock. No one else can have you like this. I'll kill anyone who's ever touched you before and anyone who ever touches you again."
His deft fingers made their way between your thighs, quickly finding their target to circle your clit. You tighten around him and Caleb just about sees stars.
"Oh fuck, oh please... I'm close. Please, can I cum in you? Please, please? I know you're safe right now so let me fill you up, okay? You love me so I can, right?"
How does he even know that you're in the safe part of your cycle?
You really should say no, everything about this seems wrong, but how can you when he's pounding into you, begging so sweetly? Caleb who gives you everything and never asks for anything in return is asking for this now, so who are you to deny him?
The moment you give him the go ahead, it's all over for him. With a whimper he's shooting load after load of hot cum into you, dripping down your thighs and onto his bed sheets. He doesn't stop though, not until he knows you've had your fill, his fingers circling faster, applying more pressure until he can feel you fluttering around him, coming on his cock.
"That's my girl. You took it so well for me. I love you so much."
He doesn't even bother to pull out of you once he's softened, opting to stay in your warmth as he effortlessly rolls you over, out of the mess and to a clean part of the bed.
He holds you tightly against his chest and presses a tender kiss to your shoulder.
"Let's just stay like this yeah? Just you and me. Forever."