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The train to Skyhaven was uneventful. MC chats excitedly about all the awesome places she can't wait to show you now that you're going there, how Caleb is an amazing cook and how happy she is that her big brother is so accepting of her relationship and willing to accommodate and treat you like family.
You simply smile while scoffing inside. Yeah right. You know better. This is a thinly veiled recon mission and you will do everything in your power to walk out that floating island holding the leash around her precious gege’s neck.
“I'm excited too, baby. It's nice to get away from the city,” you say leaning over to kiss her cheek softly. She sighs happily, moving to snuggle you closer as she watches the changing landscape outside the window.
You fall end up falling asleep from the motions of the journey and once you reach Skyhaven MC gently taps you on the shoulder to wake you.
“We're here.”
For a moment you wonder if being on the offensive is a bad idea. You're being paranoid. Maybe Caleb really has made peace and is happy for MC, he is just doing what he should and incorporating all important aspects of her life like any person would.
Your doubts evaporate nearly instantaneously when you see him waiting at the entrance.
MC in her excitement, drags you along to greet him and while she jumps into his awaiting arms for a hug, he looks at you with what you can only describe as cold calculation. A lesser woman might have cowered from that stare alone, but for you it only cements your resolve even more.
Caleb then in a surprising move, releases MC and pulls you in for a hug, his bionic arm locking in a firm grip around your waist. It just stops shy on the border of pain, and it presses you right against the hard lines of his body. You think damn him for smelling wonderful, just like she does actually but with his own unique scent layered onto it.
“Nice to see you again,” he manages in his most cheerful voice. A tad off, but the signature charm is flawless.
“Caleb, it's so nice to see you too,” you keep your voice just as sweet.
He escorts you both out of the terminal towards his personal aircraft, MC chatting excitedly while she clutches his big hand about hunter business that intersects with fleet dealings, her own not very subtle but still wonderfully adorable way of interrogating Caleb and it works like a charm despite him knowing exactly what she is doing. Quite the achilles heel if you've ever seen one.
“Enough work talk, pipsqueak. We wouldn't want your girlfriend to feel left out now would we?” He flashes you a pearly smile and once again you can understand why he was so damn popular. You return it with a serene one, this time doing little to hide your suspicion of him to his face
“I appreciate it. Thanks.”
The flight to his place is quick and MC fills it with all the chatter in the world. He leads you both inside his home.
“So how was Valentine's day, you lovebirds?” He asks casually while closing the door. And you hear it again, that slight edge creeping in as he works to maintain neutrality.
MC is blushing and giggling a little as she hangs on to you by the waist.
“It was amazing,” you can't help smiling at the way she is practically floating as she says the words.
“What about you Caleb? Any special lady in your life that got spoiled rotten on that day?”
You ask.
“Afraid not. Kind of a busy guy.”
You simply nod and let him lead you to the living room. After he gets you both settled and MC dictates the menu he strides into the open plan kitchen.
“I prepared your guest room for tonight. It should have everything you need, but if not, then you can let me know.” Caleb calls out in a cheerful voice while he gets to work, rolling up his sleeves and gathering items from his cupboards.
The game is afoot. You immediately retaliate.
“Oh that’s so sweet but it won't be necessary. I don't mind sharing with MC.”
He goes still for a moment, then resumes assembling ingredients for the meal.
You catch MC from the corner of your eye who looks flustered and confused as if she is trying to work out which would be the appropriate course of action here. Caleb clears his throat and nods.
“Right. Of course.” He resumes chopping with fluid precision, making small talk as they catch up. Their little anecdotes would melt you a little if you weren't at war right now.
They banter with the kind of familiarity bred from growing up together. MC from the comfort of the couch where she is curled around you, and him over a hot stove while cooking an elaborate spread he barely protested about.
Mc says jump.
Caleb asks how high.
And you… what do you say?
The meal passes pleasantly and MC lets out a yawn.
“Tired baby?” You gently stroke her head before leaning in to kiss her lips, Caleb's breath audibly catches but he tries covering it up with a cough. It makes MC pull back with embarrassment and she looks down.
“Sorry Caleb.” She quickly stammers out, making you raise your brow curiously. You have to fight grinning like a movie villain.
She cares about what he thinks. More than that, she's picking up on enough subtle cues that she is now trying not to hurt his feelings. You're fascinated. When you had started dating she had been so quick to dismiss the other love interests as friends and nothing more.
She was happy to shove her tongue down your throat in front of Xavier without a second thought, at dinner with Zayne she had moved her chair so close to yours she might as well had just sat on your lap and not an ounce of shame was in sight. But big brother gets a little consideration. You almost feel shame for the pure thrill that runs down your spine for what you're about to inflict tonight. Almost.
“It's alright. Really. I gotta get used to seeing stuff like this all the time now, right?”
He quickly clears the plates and heads to the kitchen, his face flushed and eyes a little wild from the storm of clashing emotions he is managing.
“I'll come help you clean up. You already cooked solo, I would be a bad guest and future sister-in-law if I didn't at least pitch in,” you wink at MC as you get up to follow him and she giggles happily while burying her face on a sunny apple plushie.
You don't miss the way Caleb's jaw ticks with tension before he quickly smoothes his expression.
“Of course. Come along then, sis in law,” the slight bitterness in the words makes you so giddy you could fly.
“Baby you look so beat. Head to bed okay? I'll join you as soon as Caleb and I have cleaned up here.”
MC stretches her arms above her head and agrees.
“Alright. Have fun bonding you two!” She calls out sweetly while walking down the hallway with so much enthusiasm it makes you chuckle.
Bless her sweet soul.
Finally left alone, the masks fall off instantaneously. Caleb puts the dishes down the sink with so much force they clatter a little too loudly in the quiet of the kitchen. He turns to tower over you in full.
“What game do you think you're playing here?”
“The same one as you, obviously. I must say, you sell the act so fucking well it's no wonder she can't see through you.”
“What act?” His voice is low and deeply menacing that your heart leaps to your throat.
“Oh please Caleb, it's just us now. The doting big brother. Like you aren't dying to fuck her since you've known what desire is,” you say airily, determined to stand your ground. This game will be yours to win.
“How dare you,” he growls, closing the sliver of distance between you and pressing you against the counter behind you.
“Tsk tsk tsk, careful colonel. Too much stress will overwork that precious chip. We wouldn't want that now would we?”
Caleb's eyes go wide in genuine surprise.
“How do you know that? She would never tell you. Who do you work for?” He takes one more step forcing you to back up further against the counter.
“If you hurt her-”
Your finger on his mouth cuts him off.
“Shhhh. Don't overwork the chip. I'm not an enemy. Not in that sense at least. But you need to understand something. I am not going anywhere.”
Caleb scoffs and backs away, a low laugh escaping his lips.
“You think you're so special. All her previous boyfriends thought the same.”
“Yeah? And how many of them made it past the threshold of your home? Sleep in a bed with her? Know what she tastes like?” you whisper the last question and he tenses visibly.
You step forward now and he instinctively steps back.
“You…” his face loses the cold and terrifying colonel to give way to something vulnerable and almost afraid.
“Do you want to see?”
“What?”
“How much she actually loves me.I make her very happy, you know. Even in the ways her big brother just couldn't.” you reach out to grip his jaw tightly and hold eye contact. His hand shoots out and wraps around your wrist.
Neither one of you speaks. Caleb stares at you with fiery rage and confusion in his gorgeous eyes, while you defiantly regard him back with calm and challenge in yours. His grip around you tightens like he is contemplating what to do next, his breathing is ragged and his other hand is balled into a fist that he is white knuckling very hard trying to control himself.
“You're brave. And over confident.”
“Am I ?”
You think that you must surely look so insane to him right now. Nobody talks to this man like this. You've played this game in the real world a long time, you know you shouldn't be talking to him like this. But god, it's so wonderfully euphoric, pushing him and watching him contemplate if he will teeter off the edge or kill you where you stand. MC is your immunity and your downfall.
Why does she make you act so crazy? On some level you can understand Caleb.
You back away, dropping your hand and chuckle. Caleb releases your trapped wrist when you do.
“You know what… I will let you handle the clean up. I'm sure your baby sister is getting restless from being all alone. You know how she is,” you turn to walk away and three steps into your retreat, his massive hand wraps around you, holding the back of your neck firmly.
Caleb's warm body seeps into your back when he closes the distance. His hot breath ghosts over your neck, as he whispers to you, his lips pressed firmly against your ear.
“Enjoy this little victory. For now.”
He releases you and you walk away without looking back.
MC is still awake when you get to her room, scrolling on her phone while lounging against the headboard.
You close the door only halfway, and make your way to the bed.
“You're back so soon!” MC sets her phone aside already moving to make room for you to get in the bed with her.
“Did Caleb insist-”
You get on her lap and crash your lips onto hers.
“Mmph!”
Although surprised, her arms quickly wrap around you and she is the first one to swipe her tongue against the seam of your lips. With agile movements, she has you pinned on the bed when her body surges forward and the two of you end up kissing passionately while lying upside down on the bed.
Despite the heat building beaten you, MC does pull away looking a little hesitant before glancing nervously towards the half opened door.
“Baby, maybe we shouldn't,”
Her body betrays her as she is already putting her hand beneath the waistband of your underwear, making a beeline for your clit.
You look up at the door as well.
“Yes. We should. You… ahhhh…” she dips her middle finger inside your wet pussy and your hips jolt upwards when she curls it. Your moans makes her forget the moment of apprehension entirely, her eyes focused on you now.
“You're so wet already. Oh fuck… come here,” she pulls you in for a deep kiss and pushes her ring finger inside you as well making you moan louder.
You frantically take off her clothes while she fingers you, and once she is in just her underwear, you rub circles on top of her pretty panties making her sigh into your mouth.
She ducks her head down to start kissing and nibbling on your neck.
“Still. This… Caleb could,” she is too worked up to finish her thought.
“He won't,” you say too easily. So sure that she believes it instantly. Her palm grinds against your clit as she moves the fingers inside you in circles making your eyes roll back with pleasure.
Then you catch it. From the corner of your half-closed eyes briefly when you tilt your head back as your body arches from one firm press into your g-spot. The unmistakable silhouette of a person. Caleb. No one else would be here after all.
But you're too occupied with your impending orgasm. MC had abandoned even trying to consider propriety, a common occurrence when the two of you get started. She kisses down your neck until your breasts, wrapping her lips around your nipple and flicking her tongue before blowing cold air. She does it repeatedly, her hand moving with precision as you creep closer and closer towards your climax.
When you clamp around her fingers, she quickly kisses you, swallowing the majority of the sounds of your orgasm.
You roll your bodies, surprising her and pin her under you, briefly looking up at the door.
Caleb is still there. His expression is unreadable and deeply intense. Your eyes lock for a moment and then you lower your gaze back to your girlfriend.
“Why do you care what Caleb thinks?”
“I don't,” he defense is quick. Too quick.
You lower yourself down, pressing her onto the bed.
“Oh but you do though. You almost let us sleep in separate beds.”
You place a hand on her forehead while the other reaches between your bodies to find her clit.
Your thumb moves in slow motion.
Mc pulls you down for a kiss, her tongue immediately tangling with yours.
“What would you do of he walked in on us?” You murmur the question against her mouth. She whimpers but gives no answer.
“Really?”
You push your fingers inside.
“Would you let him watch?” Her walls squeeze tight as a response but she still doesn't answer.
“I see.”
You lean in so Caleb doesn't hear what you say next.
“I wonder what he would think, to know you want him to catch you in the middle of something like this. Is it because you want to know what he would do? Or…”
You pull away and watch her face.
Her pupils have dilated so much and she is flushed. Her juices flood all over your fingers and you pull them out abruptly.
“Bad girl,” you smack her inner thigh with your wet hand and then lower yourself down until your face is between her spread legs.
As soon as your tongue teases her entrance, she is lost to the sensation, her eyes closing shut.
You look up towards the door again.
This time, you stay looking and never back down from his gaze.
Not when your tongue finds her clit, not when she frantically grinds against your face to meet your mouth halfway, and definitely not when she grips your hair so hard it almost hurts as she gushes her orgasm all over your face.
You only break eye contact when MC weakly calls your name, crawling back up her body and planting sweet kisses all over her face.
“You're so incredible pretty girl.” You leave a lingering kiss on her lips and when she hugs you, tucking her head in the crook of your neck, you look up again.
This time Caleb is gone.
You cradle her head and you wrap your free arm around her waist to pull her flush against you. MC nuzzles you letting out content soft sighs.
You think of the famous saying:
Power corrupts. But absolute power, corrupts absolutely.