“Pipsqueak," he chuckles, squeezing your fingers, “You actually kept this a surprise?"

You grin, bumping your shoulder against his. “Shocking, right? Figured the guy who can predict enemy maneuvers light-years away deserved a real challenge."

He laughs, that easy, bright sound you fell for years ago, and presses a kiss to your temple. “Best anniversary gift ever."

The two of you slip into the steaming water with twin sighs, the heat melting away tension, the scent of cedar and salt thick in the air. Caleb pulls you back against his chest, his arms looping around your waist as he rests his chin on your shoulder.

It was very rare the two of you shared any moments like this. Usually by now you’d be stuck hunting Wanderers and Caleb would be cramped up in an aircraft somewhere.

But here, it was only you two.

The water ripples as Caleb’s hands drift lower, his touch trailing down the curve of your hip. You arch your brow with your eyes still closed, as you try your best to relax.

"You’re distracting me," you huff, but you arch into his touch anyway, your back pressing flush against his chest.

"Good," he teases, nipping at your earlobe where the earrings he got you dangle just so. Cute little apples. "Means I’m doing this right."

The heat of the spring is nothing compared to the way his touch burns His breath ghosts over your neck as his fingers press just a little harder into the insides of your thighs, tracing higher, until you’re biting your lip to stifle a whimper.

"Caleb—"

"Shh," he warns, his other hand tilting your chin back so he can catch your mouth in a searing kiss. Your tongues meet in a sloppy kiss, saliva dripping down from your chin onto your chest.

Caleb is a fast learner. Always has been. He’d scanned the length of the hot springs before you ever dipped one toe into the water.

Caleb’s hands tighten around your waist, lifting you effortlessly from the water as steam rolls off your skin. The night air kisses your body, raising goosebumps all over your flesh. He carries you to the wooden swing suspended above the spring’s edge, an intimate perch framed by swaying bamboo and lantern glow.

Your back meets the smooth, rain-slicked wood as he settles between your thighs. You kick your feet a little, water flinging against Caleb’s shoulders. The thin fabric of your bathing suit is soaked through around your pussy, clinging obscenely to every curve, the outline of your swollen folds unmistakable beneath the material.

Caleb hones in on the way your cunt is outlined for him. He nuzzles between your thighs like a dog seeking a treat.

“Mm sweet girl, already aching huh? Poor thing.” He huffs against your folds. You gasp as he leans in, his tongue tracing the seam of your suit. His tongue is hotter than the spring, wetter than the steam. He bites down gently on the fabric, tugging it aside with his teeth. The wet air makes contacts with your slick folds and you gasp yet again.

“Caleb, s’not fair. Quit teasing…” you whimper, nudging your hips up towards his face.

“I’ve got ya Pips. She smells so good…” his pupils are blown wide, his thumb pressing up on your cute clit. The pretty pearl blossoms under his touch until he meets it with his tongue. The swing creaks under the rhythm of his tongue, your moans lost in the rustling bamboo as the stars blur overhead.

Caleb's hands slide up your thighs, his grip anchoring you as his Evol vibrates to life. He gives a subtle pulse of energy that sends a burst of power through the swing’s ropes. The wood creaks as gravity shifts, the swing rocking forward against Caleb’s already wet mouth.

“C’mon Pips, use my mouth.” If there was one thing that Caleb kept consistent, it was that he loved you using him as a personal sex toy.

The swing obeys his will, the ropes trembling as his power keeps you in perfect, rhythmic motion, each forward glide pressing you deeper against his tongue, each backward drag leaving you aching for more. Your fingers tangle in his damp hair as he tilts his head, licking into you with long, filthy strokes, the swing's sway turning every flick of his tongue into a wet, weak gush of your pussy.

“Mmm! I can’t~ngh!” You cry out with one eye clenched closed, panting open mouthed as his tongue drags you to the edge and back.

His name fractures in your throat as the swing arcs higher, momentum and gravity conspiring to have you riding his face, your thighs clamping around his head as pleasure coils tight in your belly. His hands dig into your hips, urging you to grind down harder, his groan vibrating against you as you chase the friction, the heat, the perfect attack of his mouth.

The night air fills with the sound of creaking wood, ragged breaths, and the slick, squelching melody of his devotion. He’s moaning into your pussy like you’ve gifted him the best meal of his life.

His tongue trails up your folds, lips suctioning around your pearl, before dipping down onto your wet hole. The intensity of possibly getting caught, the entire car ride waiting to have your love like this, makes your peak hit way faster than you want.

Your eyes roll back, one hand bracing against the rope as your toes curl. You can’t stop the string of curses and praises. “Oh my god, ‘Leb! Right there, please don’t stop!”

Caleb is many things, but he’s never denied his girl ANYTHING in her life. He doubles down his efforts, slipping not one, but two thick and calloused fingers into your winking hole. You nearly instantly clamp down around his digits. Your orgasm hits like the sloshing water water you both. When Caleb finally lets you come down from the top, you are sure of the wetness is your cum, or steam from the hot spring.

“Happy anniversary, Pipsqueak."