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THIS IS SOMETHING YOU CANNOT BE HELPING

WHY DOES PRINCESS PEACH HAVE A ROOM IN HER CASTLE

Word count — 1,018 Character(s): Caleb x non-descipt!reader Warnings: None Note: A little drabble for Caleb loosely based on this. I've been loving this man since he first appeared and I am beyond ecstatic to have him as a LI, not that ever doubted he would be. I purposely left out the "spicy" stuff to leave that up to reader's discretion.

The faint hum of the spaceship’s engines created a gentle vibration beneath you as you stepped into Caleb’s quarters. The air smelled faintly of him; clean, crisp, with a hint of something deeper, something that made your skin prickle in anticipation.

“You’re early,” he murmured, his violet eyes lifting from his holopad. A small smirk played on his lips, one that made your heart stumble in its rhythm. “I thought you’d be too tired after today’s mission.”

You crossed your arms, tilting your head. “And miss an opportunity to distract you? Not a chance.”

Caleb chuckled, setting his device aside before stretching his arms lazily, rolling his shoulders as if shaking off the weight of the day. “You should know by now,” He leaned forward, his voice dipping lower, smooth like velvet. “…you’re never a distraction. You’re an exception.”

The words sent warmth curling through your chest, and maybe a little lower, too. You perched on the edge of his desk, nudging his arm with your knee. “So, what’s next on the fearless Colonel’s schedule?”

He let out a small, exaggerated sigh, pulling up the digital interface on his wrist. “Well, according to this very official itinerary, I should be responding to messages.” He leaned in, voice barely above a whisper. “But I think I’d rather spend that time on… something else.”

Your breath caught as his fingers traced an absentminded pattern against your thigh, the warmth of his touch seeping through the fabric, leaving a trail of tingling anticipation in its wake, like a teasing whisper. He was testing you, waiting. Caleb never rushed these things, he always made you lean in first, always made you crave it.

“And what if I asked you to stay on schedule?” you teased, though your voice betrayed you, already wavering.

His eyes darkened slightly, though his smirk remained. “Then I suppose I’d have to make my case.” His voice was smooth, but you could hear the challenge laced within it, sending a thrilling shiver down your spine. He tilted his head. “Persuasively.”

He didn’t close the distance right away. Instead, he let the moment stretch between you, electrified and charged, until you finally gave in and reached for him. The satisfied hum he gave was almost infuriating, almost, but then his lips met yours, and you decided you didn’t mind letting him win... this time.

As the ship drifted through deep space, time seemed to slow, and for once, Caleb abandoned his schedule entirely.

` ` `

Hours passed in a haze of whispered words and stolen kisses, the line between duty and indulgence blurring with every passing moment. His touch was unhurried, deliberate, as if savoring every moment, every inch of your skin beneath his fingertips. The warmth of his breath sent shivers down your spine as his lips traced a slow path along your collarbone, lingering just enough to make you gasp before retreating.

When Caleb finally pulled away, it was only to press his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with yours in the quiet space between you. His fingers slid lazily along your waist, tracing delicate patterns as if memorizing the shape of you.

“You’re dangerous,” he murmured, voice laced with amusement, yet there was something softer beneath it, something unspoken. “I never deviate from my schedule like this.”

You smirked, though your heart was still racing. “Maybe you just needed a better reason to.”

He chuckled, his lips brushing your temple before his fingers ghosted over your bare skin again, leaving trails of warmth that made you shiver. “Maybe.”

He shifted, tucking you closer against him, the steady thrum of his heartbeat matching yours. Silence stretched between you, comfortable and full, until a sudden chime from his communicator interrupted the moment. Caleb groaned, dropping his head to your shoulder.

“That would be the fleet expecting me to check in.” His voice was laced with reluctant amusement.

You laughed, nudging him playfully. “You should probably check in. Wouldn’t want them thinking their leader has gone rogue.”

Caleb sighed dramatically before rolling over to retrieve his communicator. He flicked it open with practiced ease, his expression shifting into something more composed as he responded. “Colonel here. Status update?”

As the conversation unfolded, you watched him, admiring the ease with which he commanded respect. Even half-distracted, he was in control, every word calculated, every order precise. And yet, the moment he ended the call, that playful smirk returned.

“Now... where were we?”

You shook your head, laughing as he pulled you back down beside him, fingers tracing idle patterns against your spine. His body was warm against yours, anchoring you in the present moment, and as his lips found your shoulder, pressing slow, languid kisses along your skin, you knew neither of you were in any rush.

Caleb’s schedule could wait just a little longer.

` ` `

The next morning, you found yourself wrapped in the soft glow of the ship’s dawn cycle, Caleb’s arms still securely around you. His warmth seeped into your skin, the steady rise and fall of his breathing a quiet rhythm against your back. You sighed in contentment, enjoying the rare moment of stillness.

“We’re going to be late,” you murmured groggily, though you made no effort to move.

He hummed, pressing a lazy kiss to the top of your head, not bothering to open his eyes. “Let them wait.”

You rolled your eyes, but there was no real protest in you. His fingers skimmed lightly over your arm, feather-light, as if savoring every second before his duties inevitably called him away. You felt the teasing curve of his lips against your temple as he spoke again, voice still thick with sleep. “Unless, of course, you want to be the one to tell the fleet why their captain is indisposed.”

You laughed softly, turning in his arms to face him, meeting those violet eyes that still held traces of drowsy warmth. “I’m sure they’d understand.”

His smirk deepened, one hand trailing lazily down your spine. “I think I’d rather keep this reason to myself.”

Today's Walking Photo: Omigosh everybody, I think it’s another one of those mysterious monoliths, plopped down right here in sleepy southwest Portland! Who’s doing this? What are they trying to tell us? How are they choosing the locations where they appear? So many questions!