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"You okay?"

Zuko's voice was quiet, spoken through barely-moving lips. Your mouth immediately twitched up at the edges as you gave his hand a squeeze. He didn't much care for physical touch, but for you? For you he would put up with almost anything.

"Just tired," you replied.

He shifted beneath his course, brown blanket, inviting you to rest your head against his shoulder. You obliged. His arm looped around your back, ensuring you were tucked in, under the blanket. He leaned back ever so slightly to rest against the cave wall.

Around you, the "Gaang" was winding down for the night. Sokka and Katara were bickering between yawns as they wrangled their tents and shuffled around sleeping bags. Toph and Suki were near the cliff edge, playing some game involving launching rocks out across the gap. Or maybe they were training Toph's aim. Aang and Teo were off examining the many sets of carvings and statues scattered around the temple.

"We should probably set up our tents," he suggested. "Then you can rest."

But there was no reply, for you had already drifted off.

A weight of responsibility, not that of a prince, but one more personal and real, settled over him. You trusted him enough to fall asleep in his arms, to let your guard down. He felt as though he couldn't breathe. The slow expansion and collapse of your lungs, pressed so close to his own, made his heart rate spike.

He didn't deserve this. A quiet panic rose up in his chest, out-competing the responsibility. He needed to get out. Out from under the blanket; out and away from your trust; out and far, far from you; out of his own head.

Gingerly, careful not to disturb you, he disentangled himself and lowered your head to the ground. A split second before he was going to turn and leave, he saw the awkward angle your neck was resting at, and bunched up a corner of the blanket to serve as your pillow. He adjusted the rest of the blanket, again ensuring you were tucked underneath.

His skin felt like he was standing too close to a crackling fire, being specked with the embers it spat. He needed to do something. Something to justify his sky-high heart rate. So he set up your tent. He arranged your things in the particular way you like, sleeping mat and blankets tucked to the side, bag leaning against the central pole. Zuko paused, folded back the blanket, then left to get you.

The fire had died down, mostly embers glowing beneath a faint trail of smoke. It gave off enough light that Zuko could see your face, just barely. You were still sleeping, although you didn't look quite as peaceful as before.

"Uh, hey," he whispered hesitantly. "It's time to go to bed."

You nodded into the blanket, but didn't move an inch. Even your eyes stayed shut.

"Okay." Zuko looked around. Everyone else had either gone into their tents, or gallivanting elsewhere in the temple. No one to advise him.

He paused, then whispered again, "I'm gonna pick you up, is that okay?"

A soft smile spread across your face, which he took as permission. Carefully—he was always so careful with you—he threaded an arm under your legs and another behind your shoulders. Though it was only a few paces to your tent. Feeling your breath moving in and out, so at peace with him, it was intoxicating and noxious and at first it felt like drowning but then he couldn't get enough.

Too soon, he reached your tent and ducked under the flap. He squatted to set you down on the mat and remove your shoes. As he stood, your hand reached out for his. In a barely-awake mumble you said one word.

"Stay."

He turned. Besides for your hand holding onto his, you hadn't moved.

"I'm just gonna close the tent flap," he said, and you loosened your grip.

Once the light from the almost-dead fire was blocked out, Zuko needed a moment to adjust his eyes. That's what he told himself. He stood there longer than needed, looking at you, unsure if he should join you, sit on the floor, or slip out to his own tent. You looked so… He couldn't even put it into words.

Impatiently, you scootched over and held out a hand.

He lay on his back beside you. You rested your head on his shoulder, draped an arm around his middle, and settled against him. He lay there, as though he'd been struck by a shirshu; completely unable to move. Slowly, he rested his hand on your waist and closed his eyes. He had his first full night's sleep in a long, long time.

When morning rolled around, you woke up first. As the rays of sunlight poked into the temple, throwing streaks of gold into and onto your tent, you watched the disgraced prince of the Fire Nation sleeping. You traced shapes on his shirt. He stirred in his sleep, turning his face towards you, holding you ever so slightly closer.

Outside, shuffling, yawning, and quiet voices told you that at least a few of the others were awake already. Soon, the smells of breakfast—eggs, bread, and fruit—drifted into the tent. You could eat, but didn't want to disturb Zuko. The poor boy deserved to sleep in. Really, you couldn't complain; this gave you a few extra minutes to admire him.

You reached your right hand up and it drifted over the burned half of his face, eventually settling in his hair and stroking softly. You kept running your fingers through it, working out small knots that had formed overnight.

He opened his eyes, causing you to stop. You pulled back, dropping your hand back to his chest and sitting up.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you," you said. "You can keep sleeping, we're not in a rush."

"It's fine," he said. "I… I like it. I like this."

His arm was still around your waist.

"I like this, too," you smiled, lying back down. This time, he rested his head on you, wrapping his arms around you. Both of your hands tangled in his hair, lightly scratching his scalp. For a few, blissful minutes you both stayed like that. Zuko even drifted back to sleep.

Then Aang finished his breakfast. You heard him go into Zuko's tent, and back out a moment later.

"Guys!" he said, loud enough for you to hear clearly. "Zuko's gone!"

"Oh no," Katara deadpanned. Toph elbowed her. "Ow! It doesn't matter. He's probably out in the woods being moody."

"Did anyone see him leave his tent today?"

No one answered, so you could only assume they were shaking their heads.

"I'll go tell Y/n," Suki said. "Maybe they know where he is."

At this point, you were quietly waking Zuko, trying not to panic him. No luck. He was sleeping like a log, which was odd, since he had told you the other day that he had a lot of trouble sleeping and staying asleep. The smallest sound could wake him. Apparently that was not the case anymore.

Suki came in, letting the flap close behind her. She came over to your mat and couldn't help but notice that Zuko was there, too. Thank goodness she was trained in stealth, or this awkward moment would have been shared with the whole camp. Instead of bursting out laughing, like Sokka would have, she smiled down at you.

"Have you seen Zuko anywhere?" She asked, loud enough to be heard outside the tent and pointedly glanced down at him.

"Uh… " you said, before waking up enough to think of something. "Yeah, he's just going for a walk. He'll be back soon."

"Cool," Suki said, winking at you conspiratorially. "We saved you some breakfast, but Sokka's eyeing it."

A few minutes later, once you'd managed to rouse Zuko and sneak him out the back of your tent, you came out for breakfast.

You'd almost finished eating when Zuko came back from his walk, bearing a few fruits.

"I found these," he said. "I thought we might need to restock soon.

"Thanks…" Sokka said. "But those are poisonous."

"Oh," Zuko looked over at you, then quickly back down to the poisonous fruits in his arms.

"It's all good," you said, holding up a moon peach. "I saved you one."

"But you should probably wash your hands first."

"Right."

When Zuko came back from the river, he sat next to you, looking a little more downtrodden than usual. You slipped your hand into his,.

"You okay?"

"I don't think the others trust me."

"What makes you say that?"

"I saw Suki and Toph down by the river. They stopped talking the moment I got close."

You paused for a moment, then said, "I think Suki trusts you."

"What makes you say that?" He borrowed your earlier question.

"I…" you started, trying to figure out how to best word this. "Suki is protective over me, she cares about me. She would never let me stay in a situation where I was in danger, not if she could help it. If I make a dumb decision, she'd be the first one to tell me."

Suddenly, everyone else felt too close. Momo's ears felt too big. You leaned close to Zuko's ear to whisper this next part.

"Suki saw us this morning."

Zuko's eyes widened ever so slightly.

"But what would she be talking to Toph about?"

"Toph sees through vibrations in the rock. She probably already knew you were in there with me."

Although Zuko didn't say anything, he stopped eating the moon peach and stared at the ashes in the fire pit.

"It's not the end of the world," you placed a hand on his arm. "Maybe Suki will convince Toph not to tell anyone." It came out more like a question than you'd hoped it would.

With perfect comedic timing, as always, Sokka walked over.

"Hey, Zuko," he started, calmly enough, but started getting louder with every word. "I hear you set up and entire tent for nobody to sleep in and you didn't even BOTHER to help me with MINE?!"

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He wasn't too shabby himself. He'd dressed to impress. Since the first night his Captain had introduced the both of you at the gala last month, Caleb had sworn to himself that if anyone in his unit was going to take you out, it'd be him. He'd turned the charm on maximum, had your number by the end of the night and the promise of a date somewhere between too many white wines and champagnes exchanged.

He'd been mindful about texting you, not wanting to come across as too pushy and desperate. He didn't ask you ridiculous questions like whether you ate, if you were thinking of him and whether you wanted to go on a date immediately. He wanted you to come to him. And you did.

Contrary to popular belief, he did find you interesting, did want to get to know you better. He was just too busy not trying to put his foot in his mouth because Heavens, could you make him make a fool out of himself.

When he'd shown up at your door, carrying flowers (cuz he wasn't an idiot and knew how to treat a woman right), you'd opened the door in nothing but a negligee, the red lace number hiding nothing. It had black frills outlining it, your hair was tied at the crown and you didn't look the slightest bit perturbed as you accepted the flowers and invited him to wait inside.

Unlike Caleb who was as responsive as a teen who'd accidentally stumbled across an adult magazine, complete with the ears flushing pink and the excessive throat clearing, you'd fetched him a drink and taken a solid ten minutes to get dressed in a classy cocktail midi. It hugged your body, had a square neckline that was adorned by a thin gold chain with matching dangling earrings. Your hair was artfully draping down your back, the look tied together with a red patent leather clutch and black pumps.

Louboutins, Caleb noted.

He'd not pestered you for a date but he'd always been open if the topic had ever come up. Your minimal shared interests would've disheartened anyone but Caleb had decided it was best to encourage the fact that even though he'd never been to the ballet, he'd love to visit one day. He'd never learned to play golf but would do so as long as you were the one teaching him. In turn, he promised to take you flying.

As you'd both been seated for dinner, it was clear that you were a regular here. A place where reservations had to be made months in advance. In the soft lighting of the restaurant, even the simple action of you placing your clutch down and adjusting your skirt screamed of a class above what Caleb usually dated.

Dinner was easy, conversation hadn't halted a single time. You laughed easily, encouraged his corny jokes effortlessly, flirted even more flawlessly. All night, ever since the second you'd opened the door in nothing but your lingerie, the tension lingering in the air was heavy.

Caleb wasn't blind to your beauty. The soft curves, the lush skin, the thick hair. He definitely hadn't been blind when he'd seen the way your breasts sat perfectly, globes of flawless skin, perky nipples that had strained against the lace. Long, long legs he wanted on his shoulders, smooth skin he wanted to mark everywhere. The way your eyes twinkled when you laughed, how they'd darken when you both toed the line of appropriate topics of conversation in public, the way your hands had tugged at his hair when he'd kissed you against the door of his car.

You'd taken his hand and led him inside your apartment complex, lest the two of you be arrested for public indecency. It was only when you reached your condo, kissing and groping and tugging that you'd pulled away, lips swollen and still glossy "Do you want to come inside?"

He's looking around at the tasteful furniture, no trace of white light anywhere, all the lamps placed thoughtfully to give the place a warm glow instead of harsh lighting. He's internally congratulating himself for not fucking up his chances with you so far when he turns to see you, back still to your door, watching his reaction.

"It's a nice place" He manages because he's entraced by the look in your eyes, cannot think straight when you look at him.

"Didn't invite you inside to get compliments on my interior"

"Because you'd much rather I compliment other things?" He's retracing his steps back to you, no longer hiding the clear attraction he feels towards you.

"I'd much rather you put that mouth to use for other things"

All night, Caleb's been respectful. Too respectful. He held the door to his car open for you, pulled your chair out for you, guided you with a hand to your back in a featherlight touch, kiss on your cheek by the way of greeting was also a touch too fast. Like he was scared of lingering. Like he wouldn't know what to do with himself if he let himself indulge.

As he steps up to you now, fingers tracing the sides of your body, up up up, he's grinning as he takes up your space, unable to fathom how he got here, just maddeningly excited that he did "Yeah?" He murmurs "Like what?"

"Like... oh" He's fit a knee between your thighs now, the soft material of his tailored pants creating a delicious friction against your skin.

"Hm?" His voice is right by your ear now, eliciting shivers on your body, head falling back on the door with a muted thump as his knee finds that heated spot between your thighs, rubbing against the lace of your panties "Use your words, baby"

"Make me feel good" You whispered, arching into his touch "Like you promised"

Caleb wasn't one to woo a lady with sophisticated words. His expertise lay in the dirty talk and he had honed that weapon on you mercilessly.

"So eager" He teased, claiming your lips again as he pinned your body against the door, his hands no longer wandering but touching you purposefully, with a single-mindedness to make you feel good.

Fisting your dress in a single hand, he pulled it over your ass, bunching it around your waist as his fingers trailed over your damp panties, grinning when he felt how wet you already were.

"Dirty girl" He whispered, his tongue leaving wet kisses down your throat, fixating on a mole on your chest "Who's going to clean this up?"

Your fingers that had been running through his hair gripped the lush locks and pulled him back by it, so he was looking at you, at your mussed up hair, swollen lips, the ruined lipstick "Make yourself useful"

Caleb doesn't balk. Doesn't hesitate. Folding his legs, he goes down on his knees, fingers tracing the map of your body before they reach the bare skin of your plush thighs, parting them to look at where you wanted him most "All this f'me?" He doesn't even catch you nodding, already fitting his face against the apex of your thighs and inhaling "Fuck, Princess. Smells bougie. Like the rest of you"

He doesn't bother moving your panties to the side, licking a lewd and wet stripe over the lace, making you flinch and pull away but he's already wrapping an arm around your thigh, holding you in place "Stop running away"

That's the last thing he says before he dives in, kissing your clothed pussy over the flimsy material of your panties, nose rubbing against your clit as he lapped at the wet spot till it was a thin barrier, akin to second skin. Only then does he pull them down your legs, before one shapely leg is thrown over his shoulder and he dives in.

There's no finesse in his technique. He relies completely on instinct. Trying everything and recording all your reactions to memory so he knows what you like and what gets you going. He's pulling your clit between his teeth, making you buck into his face as his fingers explore your entrance, spreading your wetness around before he's fitting them inside you completely to the hilt. Your moans are the fuel that keeps him going, makes his hard on so painful to bear that he might double over if he wasn't committed to your pleasure.

"Stop hovering" He mumbles against your pussy, wrapping both his arms around your thighs and firmly seating you over his face as your fingers tug at his hair and you throw your head back against the door, whimpering about how good his tongue is.

Caleb only pulls back to lightly blow on your folds, watching as they flutter and throb for him before he's tilting his head, trapping your pussy lips between his, full-on making out with your cunt, groaning shamelessly about how unbelievably good you taste. And when you finally get the hint and start using his face as leverage to ride out your orgasm, he is convinced he's died and gone to heaven as you rob him of oxygen, shamelessly grinding against his face, unable to form a single coherent thought apart from needing that orgasm and needing it now.

When Caleb finally curves his fingers inside, thick and girthy digits rubbing against that sweet spot inside, you shatter around him almost instantly. Thighs quaking, your entire body tenses up, pussy tightening impossibly as it traps his fingers still scissoring inside you while you break apart, half-moans and breathless pants escaping you.

Caleb laps up every drop eagerly, like a man possessed. Even as you go to get off him, he firmly plants you back on it, murmuring "One more, Princess. Yeah?"

Only after he has you leaning against the doorway to catch your breath after pulling a second, more mind-blowing orgasm does he sit back on his haunches, watching you with a sly smirk on his face, one that's drenched in your slick. He doesn't need to ask you what you thought now, with the way you're fighting to catch your breath and the thighs that cannot stop quivering, his answer is clear as daylight.

He's sitting on your perfectly made bed, the creme colored sheets and matching comforter in tune with the rest of the room that looked like a page out of an interior designer's catalogue.

Not that Caleb really noticed.

His shirt's off, courtesy you. Once you recovered your composure, you had dragged him up to your mouth, licking your own release off him, kissing his jaw and behind his ear that made him moan. Your lips latched onto that spot like it was your lifeline as your fingers worked deftly to unbutton his shirt, untuck it from his pants before resuming your ministrations while you led him backwards towards your bedroom, not giving him space to breathe, to catch his breath or his footing.

At the doorway, you'd finally gotten his shirt to open completely, ogling his muscles and the washboard abs, annoyed because of course a man who had the face of a Greek God and ate pussy like it was an olympic sport was also a posterboy for a pornstar body.

With one last, lingering kiss you pushed him down on the bed, dodging out of his reach as you turned to your vanity dresser, unlatching your necklace and removing your earrings like you had just returned from having dinner, not that you'd given Caleb the best dessert of his life.

You watched him watch you in the mirror as you methodically removed your watch, setting it on the dresser. The next time you looked up, your eyebrows shot to your hairline.

Fisting his thick, girthy cock in your bed was Caleb, using your panties. Panties you'd never seen him take. Thighs spread apart in invitation, he watched you take off your jewelry like it was foreplay, his cock already leaking pre that he spread over your panties before rubbing it all over his length.

You hadn't even realized you were clenching your thighs till Caleb's gaze dropped to them in a knowing manner, suddenly making you want to take him down a notch or two.

Keeping your back to him but still watching his reaction from beneath your brows, you slowly unzipped your dress, letting it fall off your shoulders, down your breasts, your waist before it fit snug at your hips. Tucking your fingers, you bend over as you pushed the entire material down, watching as Caleb groaned, throwing his head back further as his grip on his cock tightened, pace picking up.

"They stay on" You heard him say when you moved to step out of your heels "Please" He almost groaned.

Hands trailing up your naked body, you cupped your breasts over your bra, before your hands moved to the back and you unclasped it, revealing the most perfect set of tits Caleb had ever seen. His breath hitched, eyes rolling to the back of his head as you turned to him, cocking a hip before slowly sashaying toward him.

He watched, enraptured, violet eyes glazing over in lust and need as you pulled your bra taut between both hands before hooking it around his neck and pulling him close till he half rose out of bed "Next time you want to use my panties, you ask for permission" There was a whimper lodged somewhere in the back of Caleb's throat as he watched you "Is that clear?"

"Yes, ma'am" He managed, nearly crying with relief when you lowered yourself onto his lap, guiding his length between your folds and sliding up and down his length without letting him in.

Caleb's whine against your throat is needy as your fingers meet his, helping him rub one out against your wet pussy, your panties tangled between your fingers "Does it feel good?"

He's nodding, eyes shut tightly as he feels his breaths stuttering, unconsciously bucking into your hand as your grip tightens to the point of painful "S'good. God, feels fucking fantastic. Please please-"

Your pace picks up, almost dizzying in how fast it is, how Caleb can't hide his groans any longer, shameless and loud as they were, especially with you grinding down on his cock.

You're watching the way his eyelashes flutter, how his chest is heaving, the sweat lining his brow, the way his head is thrown back, the love bite blooming against his skin and you can't help yourself. The tiny sadistic streak in you can't help herself.

Caleb jolts when your movements stop simultaneously. Your palm is still wrapped around him, his cock still lodged between your pussy but you're not moving anymore. His dick is so hard he's about to bust with almost no effort and you're still withholding it from him.

"Do you want to come?" Your thumb is rubbing over his mushroom tip, rubbing over the leaking tip before you bring it to your mouth and suck.

Caleb's nodding, thoughts too muddled to form a single coherent word but you're pushing two fingers past his lips, pushing down on his tongue "Use your words, baby" You toss his own words back at him "Do you want to feel good?"

"Yes" Under normal circumstances, he'd be embarrassed by how his voice breaks but right now, all he wants is to satisfy you. And you won't be satisfied until you see him crumble "Yes, I do. Please- God, please"

"That's my good boy"

You're guiding his length into your wet warmth, eyes rolling back at how full he's making you feel, rolling your hips till you've taken him to the hilt, audibly gasping at how good he's stretching you.

Caleb's still not moving, fingers gripping the bedsheets as he watches you adjust above him, hands resting on his shoulders for leverage as you plant your feet firmly and slowly move your hips in a circle, twin groans eliciting from both of you at the movement.

You lift your hips and slam back down on his cock and a tortured groan escapes him, as he finally wraps his arms around you like a band, guiding your movements. You pull him back by his hair and the way he's watching you from underneath his lashes, pained from blue balls from hell, but still looking pliable like he's waiting for your permission has you tightening against him.

"You're gonna behave?" You ask him as you slowly drag your folds against his length when he nods "You're gonna be good for me?"

"Yes" Unable to help himself, Caleb is thrusting upwards into you, hitting that sweet spot that has your breath stuttering "I'm going to be s-so good. Please- please. God- please let me- fuck"

His pace turns so frenzied, your tits are bouncing in his face as he rocks you up and down his length in tandem with his thrusts. His cock is slippery with your mixed arousals, a white ring forming at the base of his cock with every thrust.

"I can't-" He's earnestly sniveling against your skin, crazed at the leash you've tied around him "I can't take it anymore- God, please please-"

Your lips find his, pushing him down onto the mattress, the new angle stretching you out even further as your tongues tangle together, teeth clashing and him sucking on your tongue when you finally pull back, pushing his hair out of his face to look him in the eyes as you tell him "Cum for me, baby"

Thick spurts of his cum line your walls almost immediately, leaking out of you and making a mess on the bedspread but Caleb's pace never falters, fucking you through it as he draws out every thrust, holding you down to make you feel every single inch.

His pace slows eventually before he stops but makes no move to pull out of you, sweaty and spent under you as you prop your chin on his chest, watching him. He opens one eye, sees you watching and his chest rumbles with laughter as he guides you further up his body so he can kiss you stupid.

"You're a menace, you know that?"

"I try" You quip as he squeezes your ass before smacking it, making your mouth drop open "Did you just-"

"Yep" He doesn't look the least bit worried as he flips you over, legs pushed back to your chest "My turn"

Caleb's whistling as he plates another pancake, the early morning sun shining onto the countertops where his coffee is brewing and the smell of chocolate syrup wafts in the air.

He's wearing your borrowed apron, his mood is too cheerful, he thinks the color of the sky is the perfect blue and that there is absolutely zero things wrong with this world.

After all, you resided in it.

He couldn't believe the way you'd ordered him around in the bedroom last night. After he'd had his way with you, you'd stuffed his mouth with your panties while you went down on him, edging him till he was honest to God about to start wailing. Caleb didn't even know he liked being submissive in the bedroom, it was one of those things you discovered, he shrugged to himself.

He couldn't believe just how compatible you'd turned out to be. It was like you were molded just for him. Meant to bring out the best in him.

You watched from the doorway to your bedroom as Caleb moved about your kitchen effortlessly, whisking up eggs and flipping pancakes. He was a sight for sore eyes with his broad chest barely contained in your tiny apron, the bite marks on his nipples and the lovebites on his lower stomach standing out. With his pants riding low on his waist, he was oozing sex appeal with every movement.

He had, since the very first time you met him. The way his fingers had wrapped around yours when he shook your hand had sent electricity jolting through you. Had you asking around about him. And once you set your sights on someone, it was too late for them.

It was easy to let Caleb play the safe game for as long as he wanted but after a month of no progress, you'd decided it was time to take matters into your own hands. It was adorable how Caleb gave himself full credit for winning points with you the moment you asked him out for dinner. What he didn't know is that he could've shown up in a leotard and the outcome wouldn't have been any different.

Every move, from opening the door in lingerie to letting him kiss you against his car had been calculated. You'd shaved your entire body and worn matching underwear and he still think he did the most?

"Morning" You finally made your presence known, trying and failing to avoid the cliche of wrapping your arms around his back "Something smells delicious"

"Crossing my fingers that you like pancakes" Caleb turned to you, easily dropping a kiss to your forehead like he'd done it a million times before.

"Who doesn't like pancakes?" You plated a stack for yourself, impressed that he'd managed to find strawberries and even cut them up. You're drizzling honey on top when you feel him watching you intently.

"What?" You ask, without turning around.

"Nothing. Appreciating the view"

Your grip on the bottle falters because you're wearing his shirt and have buttoned up nothing. It was a slut showdown between the both of you.

You turn to him, crossing your arms and only pushing your breasts up further. Breasts that were red and peppered in hickeys because the infuriating man had managed to make you cum from nipple play alone "You stole my underwear"

He laughs at that, bending at waist now that you were no longer eyelevel with him. Your Louboutins were still lying somewhere from where he'd tossed them aside when your legs were on his shoulders "And I would do it again"

You set your plate down, licking the excess syrup off your finger, retort at the ready when Caleb's mouth wraps around the same finger, tongue swirling around the slender digit before he lets go with a pop "Sweet" He remarks, without breaking eyecontact.

The pancakes remain untouched all morning.

A/N: Thank you for reading! Among recent discourse following Caleb's new myth, I figured he deserves all the love he can get even if Infold is dead set in their ways to sabotage him.

As you shifted in bed for the umpteenth time, unable to get comfortable no matter what you did, you were sure you were going to strangle your husband for putting you in this predicament because of course the discomforts of pregnancies did not end with giving birth.

Turning your head, you looked at the mop of hair smushed against the pillow. You'd both awoken at the sound of your babies crying at 2AM in the morning. Initially, it had only been your daughter but hearing his sister cry, your son had also begun wailing. As you tried to get up, your husband had gently pushed you back on the mattress in lieu of telling you that he'd take care of them.

You'd stayed in bed, listening to your husband coo at them but it was only after twenty minutes of non-stop crying, it had finally subsided. After another twenty minutes, you'd felt your husband lift the blanket and get cozy under it again and another two minutes before he was sound asleep.

Even that was pissing you off now. How he could just doze off unbothered while it took you hours to fall asleep in the first place. And now that you were awake, it was proving to be even more difficult. Your breasts were heavy, your back was killing you and you felt murderous and enraged.

You shifted again, groaning at the pain and trying to relieve the tension in your body, desperate to fall back asleep but it was still out of your reach, driving you to kick the blanket off you in a fit of agony.

Your husband stirred next to you before you felt an arm around your waist pulling you closer towards him "...baby?" His voice just roused from sleep was throaty and husky as he lifted his head to peer at your face in the dark.

"Caleb" You had wanted to be strong but you were in so much pain, his name came out a whimper as you immediately gave in to the frustration "I just want to sleep"

Now more alert, Caleb pulled his head off the pillow, taking a moment to orient himself before he reached over on his side and turned on the lamp "What's wrong, baby?"

"Everything hurts" You moaned in pain, immediately reaching for him "Are the babies asleep?"

When he nodded, you groaned "I should've just fed them. My breasts are killing me"

Caleb's gaze dropped to your chest where his white college jersey that you loved sleeping in had a translucent patch from where you were leaking milk "Fuck. I fed them the bottle you'd pumped earlier"

You were honest to God about to start wailing yourself "They're so sore, Caleb" You moaned, falling back into your pillows.

"Do you want me to massage them..?" Caleb offered and your immediate agreement had him huffing out a laugh "Alright then, lift your arms"

Once he had peeled his jersey off you, his hands latched on to your engorged breasts, kneading the globes between his large hands in slow, rhythmic movements that had you sighing in relief, feeling marginally better.

Caleb watched, pupils dilating as your head fell back against the pillows, back arching to urge your breasts even closer towards him. He watched the slight foam build before a thin stream of milk escaped one breast.

Almost instinctively, Caleb swooped down to lick it up, tongue tracing upwards from your ribs before he covered your nipple and sucked.

You moaned as you arched further into his touch, fingers tugging at his hair and holding him there as he lapped up your milk against your hardened nipple.

It wasn't the first time he'd tasted your milk, he'd done it multiple times while checking the temperature before he fed the babies their bottles but to taste it directly from the source? It was making him dizzy, was making his dick also rouse from sleep, slowly stand at attention.

He pulled away when he thought he'd cleaned it up good enough but you were immediately dripping more milk again and Caleb's eyes almost rolled to the back of his head at the sight.

"If you don't put your mouth back on me, I swear to God, Caleb-" He didn't need to be told twice as he latched his entire mouth around your breast, greedily drinking in your warm milk, unable to help the appreciative moan escaping him as he tried to lap up the gushing stream.

He could feel your breast soften under his ministrations but the other breast that he'd been neglecting had a steady stream of milk overflowing over the veins of his hand, down his arm, your torso and puddling against the bed. He tried to resist, he really did but he couldn't help switching to the other one, repeating the swirling of his tongue, sucking on your areola and lapping up every drop you leaked.

You groaned when Caleb peeled back from you to remove the loose tank he'd been wearing before he was upon you again, alternating between sucking on each of your breasts, drinking the milk like he was a starved man in a desert, and your milk was his oasis.

Your breasts were sensitive on normal days but during pregnancy, they'd become even more sensitive and were sometimes enough by themselves to help you orgasm. Not that you'd had a single one since giving birth because your husband refused to have sex with you. Despite the Doctor giving you both the go weeks ago.

And it wasn't from the lack of trying. You'd tried to seduce Caleb in so many different ways- wearing a dress with a plunging neckline, tempting him with lingerie, you'd even offered to go down on him, but he'd just shook his head and said that you needed to recover properly first. It had seriously made you consider sticking yourself inside a washing machine and claiming to be stuck to see if that would work on your unfeeling husband.

Him groaning against your breast and grinding his hard on against the mattress is the closest you'd come to getting any action from Caleb in the months following the birth of the twins. You couldn't believe you were envious of the fucking mattress.

Wrapping your thighs around his waist, you lined your pussy directly with his cock and almost came the first time you felt him move against you. Caleb paused almost instantly, holding his hips away as his head raised to look at you.

And all the insecurities of the past few months washed over you. You knew the kind of person Caleb was and how he wouldn't care but you'd seen the way your body had changed post pregnancy. The stretch marks, the cellulite, the baggy skin, the soft tummy, how your hair would go unwashed for days and how you had looked sickly most of the time, dressing up had become a foreign concept. It wasn't easy for you to come to terms with them, certainly couldn't have been easy for him.

"D-Do you..." You couldn't even say it, tears of frustration welling up in your eyes as you looked anywhere but him, lower lip wobbling.

His chin was glowing with the translucent milk, hair sticking out every which way after your fingers had gripped them so tightly, eyes watching you with the kind of knowing glint one would only get after having known someone their entire lives. Caleb leaned in to press a kiss at the corner of your mouth "What is it, baby?"

"Do you not want me anymore?" You hated that your voice sounded so small and that you couldn't even look at him as you asked him that.

"What are you talking about?" He nudged your face up with his, eyes searching yours.

"You don't-" You huffed, feeling like a petulant child throwing a tantrum "You don't touch me anymore! Not- not like you used to! And we kiss but it's not like how it used to be! And sex? It's.. it's been so long that I've forgotten what it feels like!"

Caleb pulled back, studying your face before a smile broke out "You want to have sex with me?"

"Yes!" You crossed your arms and immediately regretted when the stickiness of the milk clung to your skin "But we don't have to if you don't want to"

Caleb laughed under his breath, helping you uncross your arms and holding each hand in his own "Baby, look at me" He gestured to himself and you did. His chest was coated with your milk, the outline of his arousal looked painful in his drawstring pants "Do I look like I don't want to?" When you opened your mouth to respond, he cut you off, his face nuzzling against your neck "I want nothing but to stay in this bed with you for all of eternity and make love to my beautiful wife every hour of every day but I was there every second of your thirty-two hours of labor. And it was not easy to bring our two troublemakers to life but you did. You did and I'm so proud of you for being so strong and so grateful for you and them everyday. And that is why I just wanted to ensure you recover fully before we did ...other things" Pressing a soft kiss at your collarbone, Caleb pulls back "Is that okay?"

You nod, still pouting "But the Doctor cleared us for sex months ago. Are you sure you're not holding back just because I look like this right now?"

"Like what?" At his face of genuine puzzlement, you shrugged as you tried to maintain indifference while you clarified.

"Y'know. All saggy skin and greasy hair"

Caleb's eyes narrowing made you realize how wrong you had been before he even started speaking "There is not a single time that I've not been attracted to you. I was crazy for you when we met, when we got married, when I knocked you up, when you were so big I had to tie your shoelaces for you, when I helped you dress up when you couldn't move after giving birth and certainly not now. You have no idea how many times I've had to rub one out to you in the shower. Fuck, I remember you screaming you'd castrate me if I came close to you ever again during labor and I almost got hard in front of the Doctor and nurses"

Your mouth drops open at that but Caleb's already distracted by the milk overflowing out of your breasts, already groaning in the back of his throat as he moves down to clean you up.

You decide you've recovered enough while you run your fingernails against your husband's scalp as he moans against your skin, drunk and dazed, single-mindedly lapping up your milk. Hips beckoning upward, your moans are lewd as Caleb grinds his erection against your folds, the tip grazing your clit.

You're untying the string holding his pants up before you can even form the thought, taking his heated cock in your palm and stroking, moaning as you feel him grow heavier and hotter in your hand, pumping his length up and down as his mouth on your breast falters and he whimpers.

Colonel of the Farspace Fleet actually whimpers in your grip and there is nothing more gratifying.

"Who is a good boy, hm?" Amethyst orbs glinting as they look at you, mouth still wrapped around your nipple, your husband has perfected his puppy-eyed look so well you feel yourself clench around nothing "I want you, Caleb. I want you now"

Caleb pulls back only for a moment, removing your damp panties and his pants before he's lining up his cock at your entrance, moving his length against your folds but not entering yet "Fuck. Baby, you're soaked"

"Mhm" You moan, already feeling yourself peaking as you wrap your legs around his waist and draw him even closer "Stop teasing me"

"I need to prep you fir-"

"No" You cut him off, using your hand to guide him to your entrance "I've waited so long, I'm not waiting any longer"

Caleb didn't mean to, he really didn't but when you arch off the bed, both of you moaning at how good it felt, maybe him bottoming out immediately was not such a bad idea.

"Fuck" You're crying in earnest now as Caleb moves against you in slow, drawn out movements "You feel so good"

"Yeah?" His hands are bracketing yours, fingers entwining as he rocks his hips against yours before his mouth descends on yours.

With his length sliding against your clit and your body moving against each other with the slick and stickiness from the breast milk now caught between you two, it doesn't take long before you're shuddering against him, hips arching as you chase your peak while Caleb's thrusts pick up pace, his mouth peppering kisses along your jaw and neck, sucking into the skin there till the lovebite blooms with you chanting his name over and over like a prayer.

Your legs go limp the same time Caleb's entire body weight traps you under him, both of you trying to recover from the high. It's only when you feel your cunt gush do you realize what happened.

"Did you also...?" But Caleb's ears are red and he's hiding his face against your neck.

"Yeah" He mumbles "Before you"

You laugh, brushing your fingers through his hair, nails dragging along his scalp in that way that he loved, that made his figurative tail wiggle in joy.

"Wanna go again?" You murmur against his temple, body warm from his temperature mixing with yours, his entire bear sized body entrapping you.

It's like your question is the secret spell that gets him going because Caleb's already pulling back, holding his weight up on his elbows as he grins down at you "Lemme go grab that box of condoms I hid"

"Why'd you hide them?"

Swooping down for a kiss, Caleb's about to get off the bed "Too much temptation. Was trying to resist"

Locking your ankles around his waist, you hold him in place "Forget the condoms" You're whispering and it's gratifying to watch Caleb shortcircuit in real time "Want to feel you everywhere tonight"

As Caleb lines his cock against your pulsating pussy again, his smirk is nothing short of evil "This is how we keep getting in trouble" Slowly, he sinks into you and watches the way your face contorts as you hold back a moan "Next thing I know you're showing me two lines on a stick and telling me you're going to castrate me"

"Let's pretend you're a male seahorse tonight then"

A/N: Caleb is epitome of submissive and breedable.

You hadn't even heard Caleb come in. But suddenly the entire room filled with his presence. Especially with the words he'd just delivered to his son, speaking in a tone so low that it was more threatening than if he had yelled.

"Now apologize to her immediately and never, ever speak to her like that again. You hear me?"

You want to tell him to stop. That you know your son was going through a rough patch and all teenagers behaved this way but you were too busy trying to hold the tears in to interrupt. Next to you, your son looks visibly pale. Sure, he admired and respected his Dad and almost never suffered any dire consequences for any mistakes he made but to see his father so visibly vibrating with the effort it took to suppress his anger, he was terrified.

When he fails to respond, Caleb's voice claps into the room like a lightning strike "Speak up, did you hear me?"

"Yes, sir" Your son is also on the verge of tears as he turns to you "I'm sorry, Mom"

You're about to respond but Caleb cuts in "Good. You're grounded for two weeks and will hand in your phone every night before bed. Is that clear?"

"Yes, sir"

"Go to your room and tidy up. I'll be with you in a minute, we're going to address this little behavior properly" Your son has never faced his father's wrath this way and is desperate to make amends as he grabs your arm so you could shield him away like you always did.

Caleb's eyes drop to his trembling arms and he pulls you back against him, making him let go of you "No. You don't get to speak to her like that and use her as your defense too. She'll forgive you when she wants to"

You almost want to comfort your son when you see the kicked puppy look in his eyes as he sniffles, moving past you both to go upstairs and await further scolding.

For a long moment after he leaves, neither you nor Caleb move. He's still got his arm wrapped around your shoulder and after a tense moment, you lean into him "When did you get home?"

"Just in time to hear enough. We didn't raise him to be ungrateful like that. I almost threw him out of the house"

"Caleb-"

"No, Pips. He needs to learn that just because his Mother pampers him, he can't get away with talking to you like that" Turning you in his arms, Caleb bends to your eyelevel "And you need to stop letting him"

"He's just a little boy. Our little boy. You know he's had trouble adjusting since we moved last year. He's right, maybe we should cut him some slack"

"We can do that without excusing the disrespect" Kissing your shoulder, Caleb straightens "Let me talk to him, alright?"

He's about to walk away when you grab his arm "No matter what conclusion you come to, my son is not sleeping outside as punishment"

Smiling, Caleb presses a quick kiss into your hair "I'll try" When you give him a stern look, he laughs "I promise I'll try to be more...lenient"

You hear his footfalls on the staircase, a quick knock followed by the quiet thump of the door closing. As you start prepping for dinner, you relax more. Caleb pampered his son just as much, if not more. You trusted him enough to know he'd handle the situation with care.

You're putting the lid on the pot and clearing out the space when you feel arms around your waist, hugging you tightly from behind as your son sniffles against your back "I'm really sorry, Mom. I'll do better from here on out"

Smiling, you turn to hug him back "I'm really glad to hear that and-" You pull back till he's looking at you, nose red and eyes slightly puffy that indicated that he really did feel awful "-I forgive you, okay? Don't beat yourself up over it anymore" You squeeze him tightly once again and ruffle his hair before kissing his head "Now go freshen up before dinner"

He's exiting the kitchen, nodding at Caleb who was leaning against the doorway watching the entire exchange. Once he's gone, Caleb takes his place and wraps his arms around you, sighing deeply into your hair and making you laugh.

"How'd it go? I'm guessing good?"

"Hardest thing I've had to do in my life" Caleb admits as you run your fingers through his hair, patting his back while he tightened his arms around you "Thank God we didn't raise a troublemaker though I did promise we'll revisit the discussion for summer camp"

"You handled it well" You praise as Caleb pulls back to look at you, your fingers mussing up his hair into that cute, dorky look you'd first fallen in love with "Really well" At your conspicuous grin, your husband's eyebrows nearly touch his hairline when your fingers start twisting in his shirt "No one gets away with disrespecting your wife, huh?"

Caleb's fingers reach under your shirt, drawing patterns on your skin as he pulls you closer "You're my wife before you're his mother. He needs to learn that" Kissing your jaw, he nips at the skin as he whispers "So yes, nobody talks to my wife like that without facing consequences"

"Nobody?" You grin up at him.

Lowering his mouth against yours, Caleb's also grinning "Some of us have special privileges-" You jump when you hear your son's bedroom door shut again, trying to pull out of your husband's grip but he's insistent "Relax, babe. He knows how he was made and that the stock story isn't true"

Swatting his arm, you chastise "Caleb!" You're trying to escape his hold but it's hard to remember why you want to when he's got his hands on you like this and is kissing that secret spot under your ear like that "He could come downstairs at any time and- and...and dinner- oh"

Caleb's smirk is marred into your skin as he's bending your back over the counter "If we can make a baby when I'm D-12 minutes away from being wheels up, then this should be a piece of cake, right?"

As the last button fell open, his palms immediately found their place on your stomach. Nerves were tearing him apart from the inside, so as his slim fingers finally made contact with your warm skin a tiny noise left your lips and Caleb could've sworn that he saw the pearly white gates for a second.

"Is that alright?" He murmured when you finally pulled away, the kiss breaking only when the need for air became unavoidable. Caleb's voice was shaky, like he had to hold himself back from bursting into tears from sheer arousal mixed with years and years of built-up need.

"Y-Yes," Your reply was short, but with the way your eyes were locked with Caleb's, he was able to read all of your needs in a mere second. "I want you, Caleb," His hand immediately wrapped around your waist and he lowered you both onto the bed.

"Don't say that," He whispered, his face so close his lips brushed against yours when the words left his mouth.

The heat your body produced, the smell of the perfume that he had bought you, hell, even the faintest bit of mascara you hadn't fully washed off, everything, every single thing about you made him feel lightheaded.

"I'm afraid of what I'll do to you if you won't stop me," His voice carried a tone you've only imagined in the filthiest moments of your life, the one that echoed in your head when the lights were off and the screen of your phone was locked on a picture he innocently took after a shower, sending it to you with a playful apple sticker stuck on his forehead.

"There's nothing you could do to ever stop me from loving you, Caleb," God, your voice had so much pure love in it that his heart could barely handle it. "Don't you ever think otherwise," Your hands cradled his face for a split moment before you crashed your lips against his.

The belt along with your pants hit the floor in seconds as he secured his place, kneeling between your parted legs.

Caleb fought with his own thoughts when you moaned into the kiss, he's never felt so desperate, so full of hunger for anyone in his life before.

One of his hands traveled down to feel you through your panties, the damp spot he felt under his fingertips making him see stars. When you twitched at the touch he felt cruelly satisfied.

To have you beneath him, twitching and whimpering as he presses against you… He knows he’ll never feel satisfied again without you beside him.

His middle finger traced a small circle on your clit, your lips parted, breathy moans giving him a sign of how good it felt. You bucked your hips just slightly, eyes closing.

"Caleb, please," You whined, his touch waking up every thought of him that you've ever had. "Don't tease me," You pleaded. Fuck.

His hand quickly pulled down his sweatpants, flashing a pair of boxers that you were pretty sure you bought for him when he first came to Linkon after a long while, only carrying his phone, a huge bouquet, and gifts that he bought with so much money that it made you dizzy when you found out.

Caleb leaned down, kissing your lips and then traveling downwards, planting a kiss on the side of your neck, your shoulder then your collarbone, making sure to not miss a single spot on your body. His hands were settled on your hips, slowly and carefully pulling your underwear down more and more as he inched closer. When he finally reached your belly button, he just fully slid it off.

A wave of chill air hit your exposed body, instinctively making your legs close but instead of meeting each other, your thighs were met with Caleb's head.

"We can stay like that too," He muttered as his tongue finally made contact with your clit. Your hand immediately flew to your mouth, clasping itself over your lips, preventing you from making any noise.

"Oh no," Caleb started, breaking contact with your pussy to look up at you, the desperate and aroused you. "No, no, no," He immediately grabbed your wrist and pulled your hand away, pinning it easily on the sheets before returning to his previous position.

His mouth was like magic itself, as silly as it sounded, it was exactly how it felt. His tongue spelling his name on your clit as if to cast a spell that'd make you his until the end of time.

He kept going even with the pathetic mewls that came from you, talking about how close you were, and how you couldn't handle any more while actively pulling on his hair to bury his face in your cunt.

The taste of you made his mind go fuzzy; Caleb would go truly insane before even trying to count how many times he fantasized about this. His hand wrapped around his cock and your used panties pressed up to his face, thinking about how he'd eat you out. In his room, your room, kitchen, bathroom, anywhere, just his face lapping up every drop you'd bless him with.

Before he even realized, you came with a cry of pleasure that echoed in the room, back arching off the mattress.

With a teasing lick, that gained a full body twitch from you, Caleb pulled away shifting to sit on his knees and then hovering over you. One of his hands was propped next to your head while the other pulled his boxers down to reveal his leaking cock.

"I'm gonna—" He couldn't even finish his sentence before you pulled his face close, kissing him as he teased your folds before sliding himself inside of you.

He didn't pull away when you moaned like he's never heard before.

He's never heard something like it, even when he was spying on you years ago with his ear pressed up against the wall and the fleshlight that he imagined was you.

You felt like a dream, for a moment Caleb wasn't sure if he'll even be able to start moving or if he'll cum inside without lasting a second.

"You're so... Fucking... Perfect," He grunted as his hips began moving, your face changing into one filled with nothing but pleasure.

"Yes– Oh god!" You dug your fingernails into his bicep, eyes drilling into his, not daring to look away. "Caleb!" You called out his name a few times before getting lost in his body as he sped up.

The sound of skin slapping, moans, and mutual lust filled the room, spilling out in the form of your moans to the outside world. In any other case, you’d keep quiet and be respectful, unfortunately for everyone else that could've been involved, the loudness of your actions was the last one of your concerns.

His muscles bulged as he continued with his movements, you weren't quite sure if the stars you were seeing were from Caleb’s beautiful eyes or maybe from the way his cock hit all the right places.

With minutes passing by his thrusts had gotten shakier and your mind had gotten foggy, occupied only with the thought of how close to cumming you were.

“Please, please, please..! I’m so— Shit– So close!” You blabbered, not completely sure if you were even coherent.

Caleb kept that perfect pace until you came with a cry of pleasure, soon following in your footsteps by burying himself as deep as he could as he spilled himself in you. Singlehandedly he fulfilled his dreams of doing so.

With your walls still wrapped around him, he looked at your face, the look of love painted across his face. He kissed you briefly before pulling himself out, almost cooing as you whined at the sudden lack of his warmth.

“You did so well, baby,” He praised you, missing your face again and again, soft kisses on every part of your face. His voice was shaky, but he wasn't fully sure if that was because he was close to crying from happiness or maybe because the sex was just that good… Probably both.

“You did too,” You replied without missing a beat. “I don’t— I think this was my first time feeling this good,” Your hand rested idly on your chest as Caleb shuffled to lie next to you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

“Mmh,” He purred in content. “Good, I want to be the only one making you feel like this, ever,” His confession was spoken softly, full of vulnerability and truth.

For a moment you two just rested, calming down from this session. Your heartbeats eventually quieted down and Caleb pushed himself up on one arm. “Let’s go take a shower, yeah?” He hummed and before you even got the chance to sit up yourself, you were already in his arms, getting carried to your bathroom.

there you were, earphones on, moving around the kitchen with practiced ease.

the flan was already done, and the tres leches cake needed just a dash of cinnamon on top.

you usually didn't put this much effort in unless it was a very special occasion, but since zayne told you he'd never tried either of those desserts, you knew you had to do something about it.

you could feed an entire family of ten with both of the sweet treats, but it was worth it. he could have them for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and as a guilty little snack if he wanted to; you made them for him anyway.

he came back home quite early, considering how busy the hospital had been in the last couple of weeks.

when he stepped inside the kitchen, the sweet smell of caramel and milk took over his sensitive nose.

he teleported instantly to a heavenly place, full of clouds and sweet treats.

his eyes were just as blessed when he spotted the colorful plate with the flan, a golden glaze making the yellow, fluffy-looking delicacy look even more appetizing.

and let's not talk about the moist tres leches cake, with three different kinds of milk all combined to make it a delicious, sweet, and fresh piece of art.

he was salivating, almost.

“zayne!” you called out happily once you noticed him, taking your earphones off and clapping your hands with delight. “you're home, baby! come, come.~”

he adjusted his glasses, briefly staring at you before focusing on the counter.

he looked like a child at a birthday party, standing in front of the food and wondering whether or not he could take some.

“well, you gotta kiss your girlfriend first when you come home, don't you think?”

ah, right.

the sweetest thing ever, and his favorite dessert; your lips.

he softened his expression, gently cupping your cheeks and leaning in to kiss you, lingering more than necessary.

“i apologize, my love. the sight momentarily distracted me.”

“yeah, i knew it would, mi vida,” you chuckled, grabbing a small kitchen knife and his favorite plate; one with cutesy little penguins. “so, since you told me you never had these… i decided to make them for you!”

you proudly said, gesturing at both containers.

“now… they're all yours, so you get to decide which one you want first. maybe the flan, maybe the tres leches cake. it's up to you.”

he adjusted his glasses again, pushing them up his nose with a finger as he examined both desserts closely.

“i'll have the flan first,” he decided, nodding to himself.

“i knew you would say that,” you giggled, slicing a generous portion and placing it on his plate. “it's softer and sweeter.”

he took a spoon and gently scooped a little bit, bringing it to his lips.

his expression was… priceless.

he closed his eyes briefly, freezing in place as the flavor melted on his tongue.

“zaynie? is it good?” you smiled, leaning your head against his shoulder.

“it is exquisite,” he whispered.

he took another spoonful, savoring it again, and again…

before he could reach for the knife and get another slice, you gently swatted his hand away.

“no, no, no,” you giggled. “you still have to try out the other one!”

his eyes met yours with indignation, but the offer was tempting, to say the least. he leaned back and nodded, following your hand as you cut a slice of the cake.

“...you can make it bigger,” he mumbled, as if it were a secret. “i do not mind.”

you arched an eyebrow, grinning as you cut a bigger slice, to which he nodded subtly.

once he got his greedy hands on the spoon, you leaned your elbows against the countertop, your chin resting in the palm of your hands.

he took a bite, and… oh.

his expression was just as priceless as before, if not better.

he sighed, eyes closed in bliss.

“my god,” he muttered, shaking his head. “this… how did you make this?”

you shrugged, hugging his arm.

“meh, just a little bit of love here, and a dash of sugar there. i'd do anything for you, mi amor.”

he put the spoon down and wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close. his chin rested against the top of your head, and you happily hugged him back, nuzzling against his chest.

“they are incredible,” he whispered. “you are incredible. thank you, my flower.”

“aw, zaynie…” you smiled, gently squishing his cheeks. “now, finish your plate. i'll save the rest for later, and i'll send some containers for yvonne and gre—”

he grunted softly, his hands immediately pulling the tray of tres leches and the plate with the flan closer to him.

“...there is no need,” he quietly said, not meeting your gaze. “you made them for me, i shall decide who gets them. and, momentarily, that should only be me.”

you stared at him with astonishment before chuckling sweetly, now peppering his entire face with kisses.

“of course, you greedy monster… they're aaaaaall yours.”

he closed his eyes and smiled faintly, rubbing small circles on your waist.

you would worry about his dental health and sugar levels later, but during the following days, —or even just day, given how much he loved the desserts— you would simply enjoy watching him eat with so much joy.

he deserved nothing less.~