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CALEB: misty invasion

WORD COUNT: 3.4k

ABOUT: you and Caleb are drenched after getting caught in the rain while coming home from a grocery store run

TAGS: Caleb x MC

AN: Caleb wasn’t there for misty invasion, so I made it happen! The idea was sparked by Cavern Kingston’s Quinn audio: A Perfect Storm.

CONTENT WARNING: smut, unprotected sex, shower sex, fingering, female MC, Caleb is a sweetie pie

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The first drop lands on your nose. You barely have time to register it before another falls, then another.

"Ughhh, come on," you groan, gripping the grocery bag tighter as the sky cracks open above you.

Caleb huffs his easy, unbothered kind of laugh that makes your stomach flip. "Guess we’re running for it?"

"What do you think?" you ask, already breaking into a sprint.

The rain comes down in sheets, cold and relentless, soaking your clothes to the bone. Your shoes slap against the pavement, splashing through puddles, but neither of you slows down. You barely notice the groceries bouncing in your arms, too busy trying to keep up with him.

He turns back just enough to grin at you. "Still slow, huh?"

You shove him, breathless. "Still annoying, huh?"

Caleb grabs your wrist and pulls you forward, laughing as you take a sharp turn onto your street. The porch light glows dimly through the rain, barely visible through the blur of water and motion. You reach the steps in a messy, gasping tangle. Dripping wet, grinning.

You drop the grocery bag onto the porch with a soggy thud, pushing your soaked hair out of your face. "Now we have to cook dinner while looking like sewer rats."

Caleb’s still looking at you. Not in the usual, teasing way. Something softer. Something warmer.

You blink at him. "Hm?"

He shakes his head, water dripping from his chin. "I think I just time traveled a little bit ."

You frown. "How is that?"

He exhales, slow. "We used to race home from school , we don’t anymore, but I love being reminded that the same you is still there."

You roll your eyes, but you’re smiling. "Yeah? And you’re still the same. Always making sure I don’t fall behind."

That silence stretches, thick and expectant.

The rain doesn’t let up. It seeps into the pavement, into your skin, in breaths. The air hums, wet pavement and something electric, something charged, something that always lingers when he’s near.

Before you can stop yourself, before you can think too hard, your fingers find his forehead, brushing away a strand of rain-soaked hair. A small thing. A quiet thing. But his breath catches, and when his eyes flick to your lips, the whole world tightens, sharp and waiting.

He moves without warning, no hesitation, no space for second thoughts. One moment, the world is cold rain and shallow breaths, and the next, his lips crash against yours, urgent, relentless. His hands find your waist, not claiming, but remembering, like he’s always known you’d end up here, tangled in the storm. It’s messy, breathless, rain slipping between you, but none of it matters. There is only the press of his body, the gravity of his pull, the way he holds you because you’re the only real thing left in the world.

You pull away breathless and shivering and still completely, utterly ruined.

Caleb smirks, nudging you toward the door. "Come on, sewer rat. Let’s get inside."

Your fingers slip against the keys, hands unsteady, not just from the cold but from the ghost of his lips still pressed against yours. The door gives, swinging open, and the warmth rushes in, swallowing you whole. But the chill lingers, clinging to your skin, settling in the spaces he left behind.

"I’ll grab some towels," Caleb says, his voice a little rougher than usual. He disappears down the hallway, leaving you in the entryway, dripping onto the welcome mat.

Your clothes are soaked through, clinging to your skin with the weight of water. The fabric sticks uncomfortably, the cold seeping in, there’s no point in keeping them on any longer. With a sigh, you pull them off, letting them fall to the floor in a damp heap, the relief almost immediate as the fabric no longer drags you down.

Caleb returns, arms full of towels, his shirt conspicuously missing. "You can wear my, oh, yeah, that works too." A flicker of amusement crosses his face as he drapes a towel around you, the warmth sinking into your skin. Without missing a beat, he scrubs another through his damp hair, water dripping down his collarbone.

"So, dinner," he says, breaking the silence.

You nod, pulling the towel a little tighter around yourself. "Yeah…"

Caleb just gives you a look and walks into the kitchen.

You follow, but you take the longer path, passing through the laundry room to drop your dripping clothes onto the tile floor. You shut the door behind you. He gets the hint. I know he does.

He pulls out all the ingredients while you put them away in their various cupboards. He’s still shirtless. His jeans are also soaked, but he doesn’t seem to mind.

The water’s running in the sink.

"Let’s make it quick," Caleb says. "Something easy."

"I’ll get the salmon," you say.

You shiver while crossing the kitchen, the cold still clinging to your skin. The overhead light hums, too bright, too warm, casting long shadows against the tiled floor. You pull open the fridge, fingers curling around the package of fish tucked in the door. When you turn back, Caleb is at the stove, the steady flicker of the burner catching in his eyes. You step beside him, closer than you need to, peeling open the plastic, the quiet rip of it lost beneath the rain still tapping against the windows.

He gives you a look. "What?"

"I don’t know. You just seem a little... cold."

You smile, putting your hand on his bare back. "I’m not cold."

He smiles back, a little more honestly. "Okay." He smiles, turns back to the stove, and sets the salmon in the pan.

The sizzle of the pan cuts through the quiet, the scent of fish curling into the air. Heat rises, slipping into you. You step closer, just enough to feel the warmth of him chase away the last of the cold. Caleb doesn’t move away. Doesn’t say anything. You just stand there, side by side, the steady rhythm of cooking filling the silence, the weight of something unspoken settling with you. Waiting.

It’s a comfortable silence, the only sound the crackle of the flames and the sizzling of the fish.

"Smells good," you say.

"I hope it tastes good," Caleb replies, turning the salmon with a spatula. "If it doesn’t, blame it on the weather." He glances up at you, raising a brow. "Did you really go outside without bringing an umbrella?"

You shrug. "It wasn’t raining when I left for the grocery store."

He snorts. "You didn’t check the forecast?"

"I didn’t think about it."

"That’s how you always get yourself into trouble," he teases. "Never plan anything, then end up needing to call me to carry your bags."

"Planning’s boring," you say, smiling. "Besides, I always end up where I’m supposed to be."

Caleb’s eyes are soft as he looks at you. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." You lean up and kiss him on the cheek. "Especially when I’ve got you looking after me."

His gaze lingers on yours for a moment, his mouth slightly open as if he’s about to say something. But he just blinks, clears his throat, and looks away. "I think it’s ready."

You pull back, letting him work. He makes a sauce and warms the rice and vegetables he already cooked for you a few days ago. The kitchen’s warm now, the comforting smell filling the air.

He takes the salmon out of the oven, plates it with care, and slides it over to you. "Is this alright?"

You pick up your fork but can’t take your eyes off him. He’s still shirtless, his hair a little messy. "Yeah. I’ll eat it."

He smiles and slides over to sit next to you at the table.

You cut into the fish and take a bite. It’s good. Caleb watches you chew, a pleased smile on his face. "I’m glad you like it," he says.

"I’m always glad to eat your cooking," you reply, taking another bite.

He nods. "Glad I could make you happy."

The words settle, soft and unspoken, lingering in the space where silence holds more weight than sound. You don’t look up, but you feel it, his gaze, steady and knowing. Caleb just smiles, he’s always known and he’s been waiting for you to catch up.

The food is good, the kind that sinks into your bones, warming you from the inside out. You take your time with it, let the flavors linger. Caleb cooks as if he knows what he's doing, and he does. He doesn’t need to say it.

When he reaches for the rice, his arm brushes yours. A small touch, fleeting but deliberate. He doesn’t move away, and neither do you. The warmth of him lingers, something quiet and certain.

Then he looks at you, really looks. That soft expression, the one that makes your stomach twist, makes the air feel heavier, thicker. He sees something in you, something worth seeing.

His hand finds yours, even after the plates are empty, the last grains of rice gone. He doesn’t let go. Neither do you. His fingers curl over yours, warm and steady, a quiet kind of certainty.

You shift, just enough, lacing your fingers with his. His palm fits against yours, just as it always has.

You swallow. "I should probably shower," you murmur, the weight of his hand still lingering on yours.

You let go of his hand and get up from the table, picking up the dishes and putting them in the dishwasher. He watches you, looking a little disappointed but also relieved. "Don’t worry about the dishes," he says. "I’ll take care of them later."

You shrug and leave them alone. He’ll wash them when he’s done with whatever he wants to do. Maybe he has other things planned.

You step through the laundry room once more, the door clicking shut behind you. The air is thick with the scent of damp cotton, your discarded clothes still pooled on the floor, dark with water. You peel away the towel clinging to your skin, trade it for another, dry, warm, untouched. The old one joins the heap as you step into the shower. The water comes down too hot, biting at your skin, but you don’t flinch.

You stand there, unmoving, as the water threads through your hair, soap lather slipping down your skin. It’s warm. Soft. It unwinds something tight in your chest, loosens the grip of the day just a little.

A minute passes. Maybe two. Then, the creak of the bathroom door. The whisper of fabric against skin. A quiet splash as he steps in behind you.

"That took longer than I expected." You try to sound unbothered.

"I had to at least let you make it to the shower." He wraps his arm around your stomach to pulls your back against him.

Your breath catches as his hands slide down your body, a little bit of soap on his fingers. He rubs it into your skin massaging deep into sore muscles. He leans in, his teeth nipping at your ear as his hands move lower, over the curve of your hips, then between your thighs.

"why were you toying with me?"

"hm?"

"why were you toying with me?"

"hm?"

"why were you toying with me?" you say louder over the water

"hm?"

"…"

"I heard you the first time." his smile is so gorgeous.

"Caleb"

He’s hard against your ass as he slides his fingers over you, moving them into your wet warmth, finding that spot inside you that makes everything clench. He’s always so quick to find it.

"Are you feeling it, love?"

"feeling what?"

You moan, your hips arching back to meet him.

"I’m so thankful for you and the trust you give me to care for you"

You note how much he does feel incredibly good.

His mouth moves against your neck. His teeth nip at your skin as he slides his fingers tease you. He holds you in place because you’re his. You have always been his

"Salmon is an aphrodisiac isn’t it?" you breathe

He slides his digits in with ease, and it feels good, too good. It makes your toes curl, your heart thump.

"and pineapple and rose tea."

You pant, your fingers finding their way to his hair, tugging at the roots.

"Caleb please."

"I’ve hardly touched you."

He hums against your neck and you feel it trickle up your spine.

"Your need for control is infuriating."

"You don’t look upset," he murmurs, his touch leaving sparks in its wake. Your breath stutters, your body betraying you as you lean into him. He hums, pleased. "I would notice if you did. I know you very well."

His grip tightens at your waist, fingers pressing hard enough to leave the echo of his touch behind. His lips find the curve of your neck, hot against the chill of the air just outside of the water’s reach, his hold unrelenting. The press of his body is grounding, familiar. The need coils low and insistent, something inevitable, something that cannot be ignored.

"Let go for me, love," he murmurs against your skin, voice rough with need.

The words unravel you, and he feels it, the way you shudder, the way your head falls back against him. He leans in, his lips brushing your throat, his teeth finding the place that makes you weak. A sharp gasp escapes you as he bites down, a silent claim, a promise.

Before you can catch your breath, he turns you in his arms, hands firm as he pulls you flush against him. His lips crash into yours, the kiss deep and aching, all heat and hunger.

The cool tile meets your back as he presses closer, his touch deliberate, slow, knowing. He breathes your name against your lips, and you swear you’ve never felt anything like this, you might come undone with just his hands on you, with just the way he looks at you.

"Caleb," you whisper, and he answers without words, without hesitation.

He already knows. He always knows.

"Can I have you?"

"Please."

He pulls your leg up and wraps it around his back and slowly slides in. You lean your forehead against his chest and groan softly.

"You okay?"

"Mhm."

"Can I see your eyes?" His voice is gentle.

You glance up, and something in his expression shifts, softens, seeing something precious.

"You mean the world to me." He is so sure of his words.

"Only this world?"

"The universe, then."

"In just this time?"

"You mean the universe in all time, to me."

A small pause, a heartbeat in words.

"Well, I have to make sure."

"Geez" He picks up your other leg to wrap around his back making you gasp. "Would you be good for once?" He gives you a harsh slap to your ass. It makes your legs tighten around him and pulls him in deeper. You both groan.

He presses you against the wall as he slowly starts thrusting.

"Darling" he moans

You look down to where you both meet, when you look back up he catches your eyes. He has a smirk whispered on his face. You hide against his neck and feel the vibrations of his laugh.

"My sweet, naughty girl."

He picks up the pace.

"Caleb"

"I love hearing you say my name" He moans against your neck

He fucks you like you're his. Like he owns you. Like you're his to do whatever he wants with. His hand reaches down, his thumb finding your clit, rubbing it until you’re sobbing, until you’re begging.

"Please" Your hips involuntarily grind against him because your body was always his.

"You feel so good." He groans. "I didn’t think it was possible to be better than my dreams"

You moan, sob, plead as he drives into you. His fingers press against your clit. He knows how good it feels, and you clench down around him, your body shuddering as you come.

He makes everything go white. You forget who you are, forget where you are, forget everything but him being inside you. You shudder, clenching around him. His fingers don’t move from your clit. He keeps rubbing you until you’re a sobbing mess, your body limp in his arms. He fucks you through it, through all of it, with your legs are weak and your body is trembling.

"You’re so good to me, darling."

He groans, his body going taut, him pulsing inside you as he comes. It feels good, feels so fucking good as he spills inside you, still moving in and out like he doesn't want to stop. Wanting to stay forever.

His body slackens in the water. His arms tighten around you, afraid you'll slip away. You let him hold you, let him fuck you through the last of it. You let him do whatever he wants with you.

"I’m so thankful I get to love you." he kisses your forehead.

Steam curls around you both, soft, enveloping. The steady rhythm of the water drowns out everything beyond these walls, beyond this moment. It’s just the two of you, like the rest of existence has faded away, nothing else has ever mattered.

"I’m thankful to be loved by you." you lean against his heart, hearing it beating. Hear him alive and kicking. "you’re so good at it"

Caleb reaches over, twisting the knob until the water stills, leaving only the ghost of its presence in the quiet that follows. He slips out of you, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your skin, his breath warm against your ear. "That probably didn’t count as a shower," he murmurs, amusement threading through the words.

You swallow, your eyes falling closed. You lean your head back against his shoulder. "I feel cleansed"

He presses a kiss to your temple before sliding his arms beneath you, lifting you effortlessly from the slick porcelain. You don’t protest, don’t even think to, you just let him carry you, the warmth of his skin against yours. He steps into the dim-lit bedroom, discarding the towels without a second thought before climbing in beside you, pulling you into his arms, where you belong.

You press in close, your head finding the curve of his shoulder, fitting as it was always meant to. His hands trail down your back, slow, deliberate, settling at your waist before sliding lower. He presses a kiss to your hair, breath warm against your skin, holding you there with no intention of letting go.

"Thank you for taking care of me"

"I’ll always take care of you."

"You don’t have to."

"No, I need to."

You nod against his shoulder. You don’t argue when his hands knead your ass, his finger rubbing at your clit.

You’re still sore from the shower, your skin pink and tender, and still sensitive. But you let him keep going, let him rub at your clit until you're whimpering against his shoulder.

"are you serious?"

"I just want to make sure you’ll sleep well."

His kisses are a specific kind of comfort, familiar and timeless.

"of course I will." you moan "I’m already so tired."

Your hips buck into him and he smiles against your lips.

"I’ll have to teach you how to be honest with yourself, sometime. Maybe tomorrow."

"I’m honest."

"mhm." He calls bluff. "Stop fighting it, love."

He holds you when you shudder, when you sob, when you clench around his fingers trying to get enough. He kisses your temple, your cheek, your mouth. You kiss him back, licking into his mouth with your tongue. His fingers keep moving, rubbing at your sensitive clit as he kisses you.

He slows down only when you push his hand away, rolling over onto your side. You snuggle up against him, feeling the warmth of his body, he is warm against your thigh. He kisses your forehead, his lips soft and warm. "Sleep," he says.

He pulls you in, a kiss pressed slow, deliberate, like something inevitable. Like gravity. Like fate. His hands linger, holding you as if he’s always had the right, as if you’ve always belonged here, in his arms. And maybe you have. Maybe you always will.

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