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CALLUM TURNER as THOMAS WEBB

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Best Years but Not in the Same Way (23)

Calum Hood x Reader

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After Christmas day you have spent at your parents house, for a week, you finally get back to your place and you lowkey curious about what’s your apartment looks like for the new year’s party.

It’s 2 PM and you opened the door and you saw your couch on living room is put aside into other wall. You walked to your bedroom and there’s 2 queen size air beds on the floor and so much bags and suitcases laying on the floor. You checked the kitchen and there’s so many barbecue equipments and tools and everything. You peeking at the room behind the kitchen and it has a single airbed on the floor. You also checked the refrigerator and you saw it full of foods and drinks for tonight. Alright. It’s all settled.

You walked back to your bedroom and changed clothes and took a nap before they all came and crashing your place.

You opened your eyes and you saw Calum sat beside you. “Hey sleepyhead.”

You rubbed your eyes. “What time is it? The gang is came already?”

He shook his head. “No, not yet.” When he said that suddenly the door is knocked. “Yes they’re here now.” He opened the door while you’re go to the bedroom to changes into proper clothes.

“Hey hey hey, who’s here to burn down the house?” Ashton yelled a bit and we all cheered. Not gonna lie, you were excited because this is the first time you spent time with them at new year’s eve.

It’s 8 PM and the girls (Crystal, Sierra, Kaitlin and you) are grilling the meat and vegetables while the boys are setting the table. Actually your dining table is only capable of four people and your kitchen bar is only fit for three people. But they brought an actual stool from Luke’s house so we could be eating together. It really took an hour to prepare anything. Your tiny kitchen almost didn’t fit for 4 people at the same time so the four of you really managed not to bumped into each other.

After the late dinner time at 9 PM, we all sat on the carpet on the living room. And then Kaitlin pulled out a wine bottle. “Lets play truth or dare.” She smirked and everyone shouted except you and Calum. “The rule is simple. If you didn’t want to spill the truth or even do a dare, the question of this tod will be posted on your instagram stories.” “Alright let me spin the bottle first.” She spinned the bottle and it stop on you.

“Omg, you really got her,” said Sierra mesmerized by the way Kaitlin got you.

“So Saara, truth or dare?” She asked you excitedly.

You smiled. “Truth.” Easy, you chose truth because what else they would asked, your relationship with Cal? Please.

“When, where, how and who is your first kiss?” What question is that? Was she serious?

“My bet is on Justin Bieber,” Sierra said it out loud.

Then Crystal shook his head. “Definitely Barry Allen guy. He was really his ex boyfriend.”

You glanced at the boys one by one. Like, did they know who the person was? Because you never told anyone about it not because you ashamed, it just the story behind it kinda ridiculous and funny.

“I’m pretty sure some guy from her high school.” Kaitlin added. “Calum won’t angry at you finger crossed.”

“Okay… so…,” you looked at Calum slightly. “It happened on December 2014 when i was 19, at this apartment i just rented, we were hanging out and watched some movies and there was a kissing scene and i said ‘i never kissed before’ because i didn’t really have many friends at school becauce i spent most of my time with my dad, and that guy said his innocently his first kiss when he was 13 and i was like how? and he asked me if she wanted to try? And I said yes and we kissed. And that guywas Calum.”

“What?!”

Three of them were shouted in disbelief because they guessed the wrong person and never thought it was Calum. The boys was just laughing because apparently they knew. It must be Calum who told them.

The next round you spin the bottle and it stopped on Ashton. “Truth, i choose truth.” Before you asked him, he already choose truth.

“Okay thank you for choosing truth because i always wanted to asked you. What was the thing you whispered to Calum when i met him and Luke for the first time at the studio? Because his reaction was so negative and i know you were talking about me.”

When you asked that Calum suddenly laughed and Ashton followed him. “I’m so sorry Saara i was saying to Calum that you’re his future girlfriend and if it didn’t happen, I would be the one who dated you.”

You rolled your eyes and laughed. And the next round Ashton spin the bottle and stopped at Calum.

“My man! Since two people choose truth, you have to choose dare.”

“Dare me. I’m not afraid of anything.” He said it arrogant.

“I want you to go to the bedroom, and do 7 minutes in heaven with Miss B a.k.a Miss Bara.”

You frowned. “What the hell? It isn’t high school. You should dare him another else like, i don’t know.”

Then Michael interrupted you. “Oh shut up Miss B. We all knew you’ve never done this before in high school. You said yourself that you’re don’t have any friends and just hang out with your dad. And Calum also never done anything like this, he dropped out of school, remember? Now lets do this. Or you’ll be facing the Instagram. Which one do you prefer?”

Calum finally got up and gave his hand and you hold it. And now you both walked to your bedroom and anyone shouted so loud. They were so happy when we finally getting in to my bedroom.

“We won’t interrupt you!” Said Kaitlin.

He closed the door and now we stood up beside the door. We didn’t talk nor interacted for two minutes straight. Like, you knew what 7 minutes in heaven concept. But, you felt so awkward since Calum didn’t make any move.

“I won’t doing anything unless… you want me to do it.” Finally Calum break the silence.

Maybe this time was the right time for you to make a move. And maybe this time you ready to start a thing with him?

“I never kissed before.” You said it exactly like four years ago. Like you hinted him to kiss you. And you hope he would notice it.

He chuckled. “At this 19 age? Are you being serious? My first kiss when i was 13.” We both laughed because it was too funny to be remembered. “So you want to try it what it feels like?” You nodded slightly and his face is closer to your and you closed your eyes and you could smell a beer before he put his lips to yours. The kiss was tender enough. Then he put his tounge all over yours. And It was brief but it was meaningfull. At least for you.

You both looked at each other shyly and you couldn’t say anything because… you don’t know why.

“If we ever kissed again, it means that we’re in an official relationship, like we’re dating.” He said it confidently.

“Deal.” You shook his hand and we both smiled to each other. You couldn’t believe you were in this kind of phase, that you’ll be giving your heart to someone you love since long time ago. You thought that you’ll never move on after what happened. And then you peck his lips. “Not now.” And we both laughed quietly because you didn’t want people outside this room knew what happened inside.

Then we both sit at the corner of the airbed because there’s 2 minutes left. And then the door was opened by Luke and he looked at us both weirdly. “Nothing happened between them, guys look. They’re just sitting on the bed.”

“What happened there stays there.” Said Sierra.

You and Calum both giggles because something here happened and they didn’t know.

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To be continued.

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Cal Kestis x Reader: Training

  Author’s note: My first Cal Kestis fanfic!!!!  I lurve him. He’s such a sweet boi.  Also, this is set after the events of the game.

  You waved the lightsaber hilt, eyes trained to your hands.  The low hum emitting from the cyan blade grew more intense with the movement.  However, the strike had not been nearly firm or decisive enough as it should have been.  The silent jedi beside you gave neither a sigh nor any indication of impatience.  He only took a few steps forward to enter into your training space, and you quickly switched the saber off.

  “I can see you’re still hesitating,” Cal spoke up.  “When you strike, you have to follow through.”

  “I’m sorry.”  You were not as patient with yourself as he was.  “I should be farther along in my training by now.  I’m still not used to wielding something so powerful, so dangerous.  I don’t want to hurt people that I don’t intend to.”

  He gave a reassuring nod.  “It’s alright.  Don’t worry about where you should be.  Just focus on what you are doing now.”

  “Right,” you acknowledged.  

  “When you’re holding a lightsaber, the last thing you want is to let fear take over.  I’ve wielded a lightsaber for a long time, so I am comfortable with it.  But I can feel your anxiety about it, so I understand.  It’s good that you don't underestimate the power of this weapon, but you can’t spend too much time worrying about making a wrong move or else you won’t be able to make the right one.  Does that make sense?”

  “Yes.”

  “Jedi are peacekeepers.  It’s our job to protect and guard others.  I would hope you’d never find yourself in a battle, but with the path we are on, it’s unlikely you will get by without having to face an enemy.  In that situation, you need to remember what you are fighting to protect, and stay focused.  So, why don’t you try again?”  Cal reached forward to clasp his hand over yours on the lightsaber hilt, moving it up.  Cal was not usually big on touch, and you knew it was because of his ability.  This gesture had been unexpected, and you felt your cheeks grow warm at his light touch.  He locked eyes with you, lips parting slightly, and you were certain he had felt your feelings at that moment.

  Your face grew warmer, but it was from embarrassment.

  “I’m sorry,” you apologized sincerely, retracting your hand and saber from his.  “I’m sorry.”  You searched for something else to say in your defense, but you were frozen to the spot.  His expression softened and his lips formed a small smile.  

  “It’s okay,” he murmured.  “We’ll talk later.”  While his voice was soothing, the thought of having to talk about this later made you nervous.  But rather than give that anxiety an inch, you decided to push it aside and focus on the remainder of your daily training.

  You gave 110% in that training session.  It was the hardest you had ever focused, and you had accomplished quite a bit.  You learned to block, strike, and counterattack without hesitation.  Not to mention you even had practiced reaching out with your feelings to try and interpret an oncoming attack, and let your feelings guide the lightsaber to your defense.

  The hum of your lightsaber grew intense momentarily as you switched it off and the laser collapsed back into the hilt.

  “Good,” Cere’s voice complimented.

  You spun around.  “Oh, Cere. I didn’t know you were there.”

  “I’d heard from Cal the other day that your training was coming along well, and I wanted to see for myself, and you far surpassed my expectations of what I thought I’d find.  Never have I seen you so focused.”  She paused and looked between the two of you for a moment, as if she saw something neither of you did.  Then, she simply cracked a small smile and nodded at Cal.  “Whatever it is you’re doing, it seems to be working.”

  “Then I’ll keep it up,” he replied.  Cere nodded before heading back to the Mantis.  Greez was right outside the ship watching the exchange.  He gave a wave and went back inside as well.

  “Well,” Cal said with a smile.  “I think you more than deserve a rest.  Good job today.”

  “Thank you,” you bowed your head slightly in gratitude.  “You’re a good instructor.”

  “Thanks.”  Then, his expression shifted.  His lips pressed into a line and his eyebrows furrowed.  He didn’t look angry, just contemplating.  That’s when it hit you: it was probably time to talk about what had happened earlier.  Your nervousness came rushing back, and it was suddenly difficult to remain still, so you shifted your stance and sighed.

  “Um, Cal?  About earlier...”

  “I know,” he whispered.  “I’ve felt something...growing between us on this journey for the holocron.  At first it was so subtle that it was easy to ignore.  But now, that’s not the case.”  He let out a sigh, and you noticed he was a little closer to you than before.  “When I touched your hand, I felt your feelings for me.  There was comradery, friendship, and also…”

  “Something else,” you mumbled, eyes darting to the ground.  “But I didn’t feel anything from you.  You’ve really mastered the no-attachments rule, I guess.”

  “What?” his lips formed a smile again, and he chuckled.  “No, no.  You didn’t feel anything from me because you’re not as advanced yet.  Plus, I’ve been masking my emotions so that Cere doesn’t pick up on them.  The order is no more, and we made the decision to destroy that holocron…So I am not sure where that leaves us with the code.  I do not feel as inclined to abide by some aspects of it entirely, but I’m not sure if Cere feels the same way about it.”

  “Oh,” you paused to take all this in.  “So, what does that mean?”

  “It means I’m confused,” he replied.  “My feelings for you have grown very strong.  You can ask BD-1. He knows all about it.”

  You tittered, trying to hide your laugh as you got a mental image of him sitting on his bunk confiding to the tiny droid.  Then, your chest tightened at the realization that Cal had just confessed he had feelings for you too.

  “Cal, what do we do?”

  “That’s where it gets confusing.”  He brushed some dirt off his poncho.  “The  code says no attachments…  But I’ve already come to see the Mantis crew as family.  Even Jaro Tapal was like a dad to me back in the day.  With each day that takes us further away from the age of the jedi, the lines get blurrier.”

  “I see,” you hummed.  “And though I did not train formally as a jedi, you are training me now.  Does this mean I follow the code as well?”

  “Well, neither of us should go to the dark side, that’s for sure.  We don’t give in to anger or hate. But… does love really have to lead to that?”

  “I’ve always understood love as the opposite of hate,” you returned.  “However, I want to respect you and what you decide.”

  “Some have told me that the jedi were arrogant, blinded by tradition and ignorance, and that there was a reason the order came to an end,” Cal continued quietly as he took another step closer.  “I never wanted to believe it because it was where I was raised.  But now, I am starting to see some of its flaws.”  His hand brushed yours, requesting your permission.  When you brushed back, his fingers entwined with yours.

  Did this mean...?

  At that moment, you reached out with your feelings and knew what it was he felt for you.  It was tender and soft, but also strong and protective.  Your heart did flips as the smile returned to his face at the exchange.  Still holding your hand, he leaned in and kissed your cheek before planting a gentle one on your lips.

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  Cere and Greez stood inside the Mantis, looking out the window at the couple.  As Cal leaned in to kiss ____________, Cere and Greez both felt the need to step away and give them privacy. 

   Greez’s forehead crinkled from concern as he looked up at Cere.  “Is...is that allowed?”

  She folded her arms, the corner of her lips turned up in a smirk.  “I don’t see why not.  We may be jedi by title, but things are certainly different than what they used to be.”

  Greez’s forehead smoothed, and he grinned.  “Oh, well then I’m happy for the kid!  She’s a nice gal.  The two of them make a great team.”

  “That, they do,” Cere agreed. 

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Two Sides of the Coin (13)

Chapter 13: Strange Way of Finding Things | Jidné Sheedra x Cal Kestis

Summary: Hell-bent on exacting revenge and retrieving the Holocron, the dreaded Darth Vader is now on the hunt for the young Jedi Knight, Cal Kestis. Under the assumption that he still possessed the artifact, while fueled by the intrigue of the boy’s strength and skill with the Force, the dark lord hires the bounty hunter, Jidné Sheedra, to track him down and have him delivered alive. However, the task becomes a trial for young Jidné, as she faces a conflict that tests her beliefs of a scarred past she had hidden for so long.

A/N: This was supposed to be a full-length flashback chapter but I looked at the word count and I just-- 😳😵😧😬 So I just decided to split it because I don’t wanna drag you guys on with more than 5000 words of a single chapter. I would’ve broken my record average word count 😜 anyway, I hope y’all are ready for the angst

Also tagging: @silver-is-in-too-many-fandoms​ @berenilion​ @justtinfoley​ @stellar-trinity​ @peterwandaparker​ @calgasm​ @queen-destenie​ @calsponchoemporium​ @cal-jestis​ @ayamenimthiriel​ @sweeetteaa​ @fallenjedii​ @superwarsofthrones​

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Tags: Fem OC, Jidné Sheedra, Force-Sensitive! Fem OC, Bounty Hunter! Fem OC, Jedi! Fem OC | Additional (last 2 tags count as TW): Nomara Anesh, Jedi Master! Fem OC, Togruta Fem OC, Jedi Seeker! Fem OC, family separation, separation anxiety

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13 of ?

31 BBY

ESHYN, LAU’NON SYSTEM, OUTER RIM TERRITORIES

The clouds clear a path for the Jedi Starfighter, aboard it is the young Jedi Seeker, Nomara Anesh, one of the youngest seekers at only 34 years old.

Her aerial view of the archipelago captivated her as she flew by the land mass. The sapphire blue coastline surrounded the island, high mesas with a vast carpet of grass framed the formation while the torrential waves kissed the rigid rock faces with its ivory-white seafoam and mist.

It was simply breathtaking.

Though it saddened her that the Trade Federation has begun to press its ugly thumb into this tropical masterpiece. Prior to her visit, Nomara did her reading on the planet, its current political and economic state as well. She has always been the curious one amongst her batch—said her former master—thus resulting to her inquisitive upbringing.

“There it is, Evy,” Nomara peered through the side window of the cockpit. “Sa’Junna: where we need to be.”

She afforded another pass above the main island, searching for a safe place to land with the assistance of the astromech droid.

“Do you see anything, Evy?”

The droid, EV-65 or Evy as Nomara personally nicknamed it, chirped in excitement, equally as captivated as its Jedi owner; the droid popped out a tiny satellite from a small hatch on its dome head.

The young woman managed a smile at her droid’s happy trills, but something stirred within her as she approaches the island. The closer she got, the swirling at the pit of her stomach became stronger—though, it didn’t alarm her because she doesn’t sense anything wrong with it; nevertheless, whatever the Force was subtly telling her, it intrigued her.

“Bee-beep!!”

“Great job, Evy. Override the landing cycle now,”

“Beeep-doo!”

It took Evy a few seconds before relaying the area coordinates for a safe landing area to Nomara’s dashboard. A virtual map of the island flashed and a green blip blinked over the center section of the land mass. The Jedi followed the lead and managed to dock her ship in between the capital and a village half a mile away from each landmark. The droid remained on the ship while Nomara dismounted the vessel.

The city of Sa’Junna was developed by a civilization of old, and then later cultivated and nurtured by the past generations until the current one. Having grown and thrived for countless millennia, a great majority of the residents were humans, but other humanoids like Twi’leks and Nautolans have migrated to this idyllic sanctuary. The place appeared to have seen better days priors to the Trade Federation’s occupation.

Nomara could see the bustle of trade in the city, it wasn’t as grand as Coruscant or Naboo, but the prosperity is evident.

Upon alighting her starship, she was promptly greeted by a tall stature of a human male with a greying beard that covered half of his olive-skinned face. He gestured with open arms, welcoming the Togruta, while subtly keeping a tinge of caution in his words and actions.

Nomara bowed slowly and solemnly in greeting.

“Welcome, traveler. What is it that you seek in our already-disturbed home?”

“The exact disturbance you speak of, friend.”

The tribe leader introduced himself as Sentuk Nirmo, he governed one of the villages that networked with the main city—where most of the trade transpires. Seeing that Nomara bore better will than the Trade Federation’s emissaries, he invited her into their settlement where they could speak openly within closed walls. As they walked, Sentuk briefed Nomara of their situation.

“At first, they wanted the metal. But when they found the deeper caverns, that’s when they’ve completely sucked our mines dry! The Federation has robbed us of our own homeland.” Sentuk grieved, and then added. “They barricaded the Yishen Strait—our main trade route—from civilians and real traders. Since then, business has been slow for many of us.”

Sentuk’s voice trailed off when he noticed Nomara subtly panning her head left and right, as if searching for something. The Jedi apologized for zoning out, the tribe leader dismissed it as a fascination towards the planet as well as exhaustion—and so he invited her to their settlement. The Togruta follows the Sentuk into the village; along the way, he explains that each village has a leader which then comprises the council. With every step, the faint trace of the Force that Nomara has picked up gotten stronger.

Sentuk presented his humble home, it seems that the Federation has already left its mark in this village along with the others surrounding the capital city—Nomara looked around and found children playing out in the open, whilst weavers make baskets and rucksacks out of their looms for the hunters to store their game, other residents tend and plow their modest vegetable gardens and orchards.

“It seems so peaceful here,” Nomara’s smile faded as instantaneously as it appeared. “But I sense the distraught in these people.”

Sentuk hummed in agreement, recalling his grievance of their overall predicament. Nomara’s brows pulled together, she closed her eyes for a moment to detect that trail she’s picked up.

“There’s something else,” she mumbled so quietly that Sentuk barely heard.

The Togruta blinked her eyes open and the first thing she saw was a small girl watching the other children play—she looked like she had just learned how to stand and walk. Forgetting that she stood with the tribe leader, Nomara approached the child slowly until the girl acknowledged her with wide, quiet eyes bursting with curiosity.

She knelt down to level with the child, she offered her open palm, and without a single ounce of hesitation the toddler placed her pudgy hands on the vibrant red-skinned palm of the visitor. Their eyes met, Nomara’s heart leapt for a reason she can’t explain, her lips involuntarily curled and by impulse, her fingers folded around the soft, tender hand.

“Jidné!” a melodic voice beckoned from the cottage.

Both Nomara and the child turned to the direction of the voice, it was the mother. Nomara slowly hoisted herself back to her full height, when the mother stepped out of the doorway of their home, two more little girls followed behind her—presumably the little one’s older sisters—but they kept themselves close by the skirt of their mother, intrigued and at the same time shy of the unusual-looking visitor.

“I’m sorry, I just…” stammered the Jedi softly. “Your daughter.”

The mother flashed a friendly smile, “Yes, what about her?”

“She’s strong with the Force. For someone so little, she carries a significant amount of it within her.”

The woman immediately got the hint, she’s heard the stories, though this is the first time she’s met one in the flesh. Her eyes wandered to the waistband of the Togruta’s robes and spotted the silver hilt shimmering, dominating the neutral colors of her clothes.

“You’re a Jedi, aren’t you?”

“Yes, my name is Nomara Anesh,” the Jedi bowed her head briefly as soon as she uttered her own name.

“My name is Tymara Sheedra, I see you have met my little Jidné,” the woman peeked over the backside of her skirt, spotting her two other daughters, she introduced Krea and Maryn—aged eleven and eight respectively. The girls greeted the Togruta who beamed a gentle smile at them as she returned the gesture.

Nomara clarified that she was a Seeker and stated her purpose to Tymara, the Togruta’s emotions synched with the other woman’s—that friendly smile reduced into a poker face and then replaced with a blank smile.

“Um… Why don’t we talk inside? I just finished making supper,” Tymara invited the guest into her house, who politely obliged despite the tension.

The single-storey cottage was quaint, although each room was cramped and limiting to a number of persons inside. The kitchen was in the same space as the dining table—which lacked chairs and had woven cushions and mantles in its place. If one is to peek a little bit to their right, they could see the bedroom—the girls’ beds were thick-enough cushions each sitting atop a wooden frame, whilst the parents’ bed is settled on another side of the room; the only thing distinguishing the “rooms” was a wooden divider panel.

Nomara wagered this house couldn’t fit any more family members, Jidné would be the live marker of the home’s limit. She settled herself by the table—across where she sat, the three girls played in a small space that only fit them perfectly without needing to duck or crouch, the two older sisters watched with great fascination as Jidné lift a doll off the floor without touching it, Nomara watched intently along with them.

Tymara offered her a bowl of broth and bread on the side.

“I’m really sorry about our house. It’s not exactly much, isn’t it?” Tymara initiated quite apologetically, poking the bits of meat in the soup.

“I don’t mind,” Nomara awkwardly chuckled, parroting Tymara’s nervous poking before scooping up a spoonful and then bringing it into her mouth.

“What is it that you Seekers do?”

“We search the galaxy for Force-sensitive children. We bring them to the Jedi Temple in Coruscant and then train them into becoming Jedi Knights like myself.”

Tymara bit her lip and gawked emotionlessly at her food, it took her a good minute before she started to touch her food again. She spoke again, but didn’t face Nomara when she did.

“Have you come for her?”

The Jedi’s head perked to the mother, Tymara let the bottom of the spoon float above the soup—sensing her fluctuating appetite swirling together with the anxiety slowly eating away her mind; Nomara inhaled deeply, ceasing to touch her food to find the right words to say.

“Not specifically. I didn’t even know it was her until I… well, found her. The Force—or perhaps the universe—has a strange way of showing things we need to see when we least expect it, no matter how difficult it is to accept the signs.”

“And this Force… showed you to my daughter?”

“It would appear so,”

“Are you going to take her from me?”

“I wouldn’t force it,” Nomara replied somberly, as if understanding the grief of separation. In a way, she has felt that in one way or another.

There was silence, even the girls have purposefully hushed their voices and giggling to secretly listen to their conversation between the guest and their mother—even the little, two-year-old Jidné followed suit of her sisters.

“Eshyn isn’t what it used to be anymore, this was my home, and my husband’s, and our parents…” Tymara mumbled, watching her daughters resume playing. “We thought the Federation would make us prosper—because that’s what they promised us. You could imagine how stupid we all felt when the Trade Federation delivered the perfect opposite of what they told us. Ever since then, life has been hard for all of us. Especially the children—even if they don’t see it that way, at least not yet.”

Nomara understood Tymara’s sentiments, after all, she is a mother just looking for out for children and wanting what’s only best for them. The collective giggling of the girls was the only thing that warmed the abode today.

“Where’s their father?”

Tymara’s clasped fingers tightened around one another, she breathed deeply and bit her lip before she spoke a word.

“I lost him to a mining accident… because they wanted more metal. That’s all we ever heard from them. More metal. More work. More yields.”

“I’m sorry,” Nomara averted her gaze to the food that had now gone cold.

Little Jidné approached the table, specifically to Nomara’s side. She waddled towards the Jedi, the baby stared and studied the vibrant indigo patterns of the montrals while feeling its texture; then her pudgy paws found the tassel of turquoise beads that framed the side of the Togruta’s face, mistaking it for a toy. The two women giggled, endeared the little one’s innocence as Jidné continued to lightly swat the accessory and watch it dangle, immediately and easily entertained. Eventually, her sisters joined in and bombarded the Togruta with questions of wonderment—to name a few, they asked her where her species lived, if the white patterns on their faces were actual skin or tattoos, and how long can their montrals grow.

Nomara is simply overwhelmed by the cheeriness of these three girls combined, but the unexplainable lightness of Jidné prevailed. She knew it was the girl’s Force energy, but also the purity of her heart and spirit.

Tymara smiled at the sight of her youngest daughter getting along too easily with their visitor, but it was a sad smile—in her mind, she was already arguing against herself for the betterment of her youngest. With the occupation rendering them dirt poor and being a single parent, she had to make the toughest decision of her life. It took Tymara the entire evening to let it sink into her and toughen herself up even though she’s already falling apart because of their economic state.

By sunset, the entire village was rattled by the presence of the Trade Federation emissaries and their guards—a small unit of battle droids. What barred them from taking a step further into the settlement is Sentuk, with his warriors and hunters united to making a barricade out of themselves to protect their home.

“Not one step further!” Sentuk bellowed.

“I am sure you are aware of your settlement’s dues, old man,” the Neimoidian official flapped its trouty lips at the tribe leader.

“Your demands do not have a single drop of realism in them! You demand large yields over a short period of time, not even the manpower of two villages combined can make that quota,”

“Yeah, with what you’ve done with our mines—that quota is ridiculous!” added a spear-wielding warrior standing beside Sentuk and the men behind them murmured in agreement.

“Is your brain smaller than what it appears?!” taunted another man in the barricade, the joke was received differently from each party.

Vexed and provoked, the Neimoidian emissary raised a finger at Sentuk.

“I have given you more than enough time for that quota and you have failed me once more! I told you what would come to you should you not do what you are asked!”

A hasty wave of the hand prompted the guards to aim their rifles at the people making up the human barricade, the people in the village shrieked in fright—many of which have already retreated into their homes but peered through their windows. Nomara, who had been observing the sour exchange between the leader and the slimy emissary, rushed into the scene a split second after the command to fire has been given—killing off five of the men already and fatally wounding Sentuk after being shot in the side of his stomach.

“Jedi!? Here!?” the Neimodian screeched in a panic.

All of the villagers completely retreated into their homes—including Tymara and the girls—while Nomara aided the warriors in eradicating the battle droids, leaving the empty-handed emissary standing amongst the pile of dead clankers. Completely befuddled and frightened for his life, Nomara had him at swordpoint.

“I… I didn’t give the order! I’m just a messenger…!” he whimpered and his sheer terror had unconsciously dragged his legs to make him run away, leaving the wake of the ruined droids behind him.

When the tension eased, Nomara quickly turned her attention to the wounded Sentuk. A group of people have already gathered around him.

“Bring him to your healer, quickly now!”

The group carried their leader by the feet and underneath his arms, they briskly brought him to the cottage of the village healer while Nomara caught her breath and examined the droids’ remains. She felt the gaze of Tymara piercing right through her, she found the mother and children huddled by the doorway after the skirmish; Nomara saw the sad, disdainful sigh of the mother as she herded her children back into the house again.

After tucking the girls to bed, Tymara joined Nomara who was overlooking the coastline; the ocean breeze made the ladies’ robes and skirt billow wildly above the grass. There was a voiceless banter between the women, as if they have already began this conversation in their minds and linked it to each other.

“Will she be taken care of?” Tymara blurted.

Taken aback by the question, Nomara turned her head to the mother and stared at her for a long moment, unaware that her lips have parted due to the surprise. She turned her eyes back to the ocean slowly being devoured by the evening’s darkness.

“What?”

“Jidné. If you bring her with you, to become a Jedi, will she be taken care of?”

“Tymara, a Jedi’s hard life is a hard life,” Nomara shifted her body to face Tymara. “Jidné will have to grow up facing a lot of dangers as she grows up if she comes with me.”

Tymara bitterly chuckled, more of a nasal exhalation than an actual laugh, “Better than scratching the earth for her next meal. At least I know that she lives fighting for something honorable.”

“What about you? And Krea and Maryn?”

“We’ll manage. They’ve already learned how to loom and tend farms, they know their craft well. But for Jidné, well…” Tymara licked her lips. “This will always be her home, but I know she’s made for something greater. I just know it. You can never underestimate a mother’s intuition.”

Nomara smiled, although sadly, mostly for Tymara and the girls. Having nothing more to say, the two of them continued to look into the horizon, finding an individual sort of comfort underneath the pale blue moonlight.

“No, I suppose not.”

That night, Tymara snuck upon her sleeping daughters, but fixated her eyes on the youngest—plump cheeks squished against the pillow, her round and supple belly rising and falling as she slept, and her twitching eyelids made Tymara wonder what the little one could be dreaming of. She knelt down by Jidné’s bedside, her hands smoothly glided over her soft head and fine head of dark hair, and leaned forward to kiss Jidné’s forehead—it was a long kiss, and even after she pulled her lips away, the roundness of the baby’s cheek perfectly fit the curve of Tymara’s nose bridge, inhaling Jidné’s infant scent.

The woman bit her lip as she battled with her tears. It’s going to be a long night for Tymara.

Nomara watched from the open doorway, arms crossed with each other, there was a heavy gloom around the house that suffocated her—not even sighing deeply helped. She retired to the space in the bedroom that Tymara had personally fixed up for her.

In the morning of their departure, Tymara held her youngest daughter for the final time and rocked her as if putting her to sleep. Her sisters, as well, bade their own tearful goodbyes to their baby sister, ceaselessly riddling her plump cheeks with kisses and leaving tears stains upon her skin—in a way, Jidné is lucky that she is unaware that this is the sorrow of parting.

Tymara nuzzled her cheek against Jidné’s smooth forehead. One last embrace and a kiss buried into the crook of the child neck; with her eyes closed, she imagined how Jidné would grow up to be—but she’s completely certain that she’d grow up to be a strong, courageous woman—and she painted a mental picture of how her daughter would look like once she’s come of age.

In a prayerful solemnity, Tymara whispered all of her wishes for Jidné to Jidné herself—be strong and brave yet remain kind, wise, and gentle; make good friends with the other children if she meets any; listen well to the instructions of the elders; and most importantly, listen to her heart.

Tymara savored this last moment, Nomara was kind enough to give all the time she needs—the Togruta passed the time by prepping her Starfighter and doing the necessary maintenance checks before takeoff.

“I love you… I love you so much, my darling girl,” Tymara feigns a brave face. She held Jidné right in front of her, then Jidné’s pudgy hands caressed both of her cheeks, and that’s when she lost it—tears streamed down her cheeks, wetting the child’s tiny fingers.

The true, final embrace and kiss from her mother before Jidné is transferred to the arms of Nomara Anesh.

“You have my word. She’ll be treated well.”

“I know,” muttered Tymara quite weakly, rubbing her arms together to whisk away the cold goosebumps pelting her skin. “I know.”

Tymara watches her daughter walk away in the arms of the Togruta. She watches a part of her heart and soul shrink in the distance, unaware eyes looking over the shoulder of the Seeker and back into the grieving eyes of her mother. Tymara’s hand flinched into a short-lived wave and quickly brought them to her lip, biting into her fingernails until her daughter has fully disappeared in a ship with Nomara and out of Eshyn.

[monbangisland]

SO... LET’S GET IT by Lala

You were spending a whole afternoon with Jungkook. As he was a little tired he asked you to come to the dorm. When you arrived, he opened the door for you and greeted you with a huge smile.

“Y/N!!! I haven’t seen you in ages!” he said while hugging you.

“Nice to see you too, little boy” you said hugging him back. You inhaled his scent, which was as sweet and warm as his personality.

Even though he was taller than you, he was so cute that it melted you heart and made you want to protect him and keep him all to yourself. But...he didn’t know about that. He broke the hug and led you to his room, not letting you say a proper ‘hi’ to the other members. When you were in his room, you finally asked him. 

“What are we doing today?” you looked at him while he was turning on the TV. 

“We are going to play video games today, my friend” he said smiling.

Friend...you sighed. You would like to be more than friends with him, but as he didn’t feel the same way, you didn’t mind not being something else, as long as you were close to him you were ok. 

“Which game? Mario Kart? Smash?” you asked him.

“Nooo! You’re the only one who enjoys playing Mario Kart” he laughed.

“Yah!!! your Seokjin-hyung likes to play Mario Kart too!” you said pretending to be offended. 

“But you´re not with him right now, you’re with me” he smiled proudly. 

“Whatever” you said rolling your eyes while sitting down on his bed.

“We´re playing Fortnite today. Have you ever played it?” he said. 

“No” You shook your head.

“Ok, I’m going to explain you first with a game and then you can give it a try” he said and started the game.

He explained to you how to move, to check your surroundings, how to build while you were moving  and how to change the weapons you had collected during the game. You were so focused on what he was saying that you didn’t notice the little glances he gave you. He enjoyed watching you whenever you were focused on something.

He won a game. God, he was good. He gave you the control. 

“Now, it’s your turn” he said smiling.

Your started the game, but you didn’t last long. You sighed.

“Hey, give it another try” he said laughing at your expression.

“Don’t laugh at me, Jeon” you said.

You pressed ‘start’ again. The game began and when you were about to get killed, he reached for you hand and came closer to you.

“Let me help you, Y/N” 

His hand was touching yours but you managed to get out of the situation without his help.

“Maybe, next time” you said winking at him.

This time, you didn’t do that bad. Actually he was impressed by how easily you were understanding the game, 

“Wow Y/N, I’m impressed” he said and started clapping, making you laugh at his reaction. 

“You know, we should make a bet” you suggested.

“A bet?” his eyes growing wider. 

“Yeah, if i win I choose our dinner and you pay for it” you said jumping in excitement.

“And what do I get if I win” he asked you with sparkling eyes.

“You choose” you answered.

“Can I get a kiss?” he grinned.

“A-A what?” you asked nervously.

“A kiss” he said again smiling mischievously.

“O-on your cheek?” you were blushing like crazy and he noticed it.

“Yeah or you want it somewhere else?” he asked you teasingly.

“I’m just being cautious because I never know with you…” you said rolling your eyes. 

“So...let’s get it” he said.

You started the game, focused on not letting him win, so you tried your best but ended at 10th place. He smiled at the result.

“I think I’m going to win” he grinned.

“Just begin the other round, Jungkook” you said annoyed.

“Yes ma’am” he said and started the game. 

 After a long time, he managed to end in 1st place. He turned off the TV and looked at you with a huge smile on his face. You started to get nervous but you managed to hide it. 

“Well, I think that it’s time for my reward…” He said getting closer to you, giving you the most beautiful bunny smile you’ve ever seen. He lifted his head and with his finger pointed at his cheek, indicating that he was anticipating the kiss. 

You inhaled before getting close to him. Slowly, you got close to him. Your heart was beating so fast and your hands started to get cold. You stopped, doubting if you should continue, your breath started to get heavy. 

He noticed it and moved his face, now your face was millimeters away from his. He lifted his hand and caressed your cheek. Your eyes met his, his eyes were glowing. You could feel his breath and his cologne was filling the space.

“Why did you stop?” he asked, his eyes never leaving yours.

“I-I-I…” you couldn’t think of an answer. His thumb was now touching your lips, his hand still on your cheek. 

“You’re so beautiful, Y/N” he said and with that, his lips touched yours. The kiss was sweet and soft, but you felt as if you were riding a rollercoaster.

He broke the kiss and looked at you. You were a blushing mess. The bunny smile appeared on his face.

“I wanted to do this for such a long time now” he said pressing his forehead against yours.

“What?” you asked confused.

“I like you Y/N. I really do, I love when you laugh. How competitive you are and I definitely love the person I am when I’m around you” he answered.

You didn't answer, but he knew you liked him back. He noticed every glance, everytime you looked at him with tender eyes. He pulled away and kissed your forehead, your nose, both of your cheeks and ended with a peck on your lips. 

“Please, Y/N. Say something” he said putting a hair strand behind your ear. 

You looked at him and smiled. 

“I’m hungry” you said and started to laugh. 

He looked at you frustrated, but ended up laughing. He hugged you and kissed you again.  He broke the kiss after a few seconds, and looked at you, with his eyes filled with love 

“I love you too Jungkook” you finally said and gave him a peck in his lips.

“Finally, I can cal you mine... My silly and beautiful Y/n” he said while burying his face on your neck

[rosecolouredash]

Duality ; Rival Hockey!Cashton

Pairing: Captain!Ashton x fem!OC x Captain!Calum

Summary: A tale of two captains and their childhood love.

Warnings: Ash being a grade A jerk™️ like serious big cocky flirt energy, Calum being a soft smoosh, me being an indecisive bitch.

Notes: When new tattoos fuel your creativity, you have to take advantage of it — which I did. Thanks to everyone who continuously loves on my lil hockey!au. I love YOU.

For as long as Liza Morales has known them, there was constant conflict between the two hockey captains — a war of emotions that diverged off of the ice they competed on. It was something deeper than the cheap shots to the boards and the harsh chirps they exchanged when meeting one another at the face-off circle. After all, their fight over athletic awards and hockey championship titles meant nothing compared to their fight over a childhood love.

Ashton Irwin, the captain of the Vipers, was alluring and cunning like the creature that represented his team. Whether it was during practice or an official game, he was always out for blood — a true believer in “no pain, no gain.” If he made an absurd play on the ice, as long as it benefited his team, he’d do it.

His school still fawned over him for it.

Calum Hood, on the other hand, was all dark stares and pouty lips as the leader of the neighbouring university hockey team — the Knights. He was naturally fair and encouraging on the ice but his brooding attitude deemed him as unapproachable and standoffish by most of the student body.

The former could flirt with an unsuspecting spectator at one of his games even after just coming out of a scuffle with a rival player — his knuckles bloodied and not a single hair out of place while the latter could strike complete and utter fear, without meaning to, in a teammate with a single narrowed glance.

They were two sides of the same coin.

Charming smiles and profound scowls.

Conspicuous behaviours and deep insecurity.

Bright eyes and dark curls and somehow, Liza found them vying for her love.

—

The three childhood friends lived next door to each other in the same cul-de-sac. Liza was closer in age to Calum so they shared many of the same classes growing up. Ashton, who was a couple of years older, took the advanced classes at their local school.

Even as children, the two boys bickered often.

Ashton reveled in antagonizing Calum, especially when it came to hockey. Ashton was a known prodigy at the sport and he was sure to remind Calum of that every chance that he could. The juvenile banter fueled the younger boy’s want to excel and surpass his friend and rival with pure finesse and raw skill in the rink.

There were days when, as the three would hang out together, that Ashton would feel particularly petty. He’d slink his arm around the black-haired beauty, drawing her body against his. He’d tut his tongue at Calum, complaining that he never got to hang out with Liza alone — that Calum took up too much of her precious time.

“You see each other in class all day but what about me?” Ashton would ask with a small pout, his tone at the borderline of joking and being dead serious.

As the coiffed brunet pulled her from the Hood’s front porch to his own, Liza missed the burning glare directed at the older boy and the wicked glint in Ashton’s eyes as he thanked Calum for his hospitality. At the time, the young teen still had the decency to stay tight-lipped; at the respect for his senior.

In the end, the dark-haired boy had the last laugh since Liza had decided to study medicine at Calum’s university rather than Ashton’s. What was worse, at least in the Viper captain’s eyes, was that she was also part of the enemy team — as the student physician — which meant she and Calum spent more time together, nowadays.

Sometimes, in intimate and close quarters.

—

Liza wasn’t blind to their advances. How Ashton’s flirty smiles always softened whenever they were directed at her. Or how at games at his university, he’d use his sharp tongue, that usually quipped at Calum and the Knights she stood behind, to compliment her with devilishly sweet words.

Calum too, made his feelings obvious through gentle conversations shared in the halls of their university — in-between seminars — and the way he seemed to keep the girl tucked by his side, his hand pressed at the small of her back, during crowded victory parties.

Liza’s mind often wandered to her two captain friends. There was no point in denying her attraction to both. They had so much history.

Childhood sleepovers where she was the last to fall asleep; her mind racing about the future. Even at a tender young age, she knew what she wanted in life and Ashton and Calum would listen to her rambles with expressions of complete endearment.

Pinky promises were made during those nights; claiming that they’d be together forever.

If only she knew of the war that would wage between the two boys over her affection.

Liza was so certain about many aspects of her life and for the first time: she was indecisive.

She doubted that she could ever choose between Ashton and Calum and so, she focused on what she could control. Liza put all of her energy in her studies and on being the Knights hockey team’s glorified healer — much to both the boys’ dismay.

They too, tried to busy themselves on honing their own skills as athletes. Frustrations caused by the matter were taken out on each other when they met on the ice.

Until one day, it wasn’t enough.

—

Liza received a text message from Calum, requesting her immediate presence at the university’s training rink. Fearing it was injury-related, she rushed over. Luckily, her classes were finished for the day.

She expected to find a crowd of rowdy Knights when in reality, Liza was only met by one — the captain and he was on the ice with the Snake King, himself.

Though they were older, they were still childish which was clear when Liza realized that the two boys thought that duking it out in a one-on-one hockey game could settle things.

If only wading through emotions was that simple.

They were clad in their respective uniforms — the letter “C” ever present on their chests.

Calum was calm; wrapped in black and silver. His every move was calculated.

From each glide of his skate to the flick of his wrist — hockey stick pointed at the Viper’s net. The dark-haired boy had the resolve but Ashton, clad in bright red, was simply the better athlete. The older captain was always two steps ahead and it made Calum furious.

It was easy to see that they wore their hearts on the sleeve of their hockey jerseys.

Liza watched, after making her way to the home team’s bench, as they etched into the ice. Their skates were heavy with every powerful stride they took on the frozen surface.

Since the rink was empty, safe for the three childhood friends, the boys’ conversation rang clear in Liza’s ears.

When he stole the puck, Ashton chirped, “you may as well give up now, Cal.”

As Calum skated after him, Ashton continued, “you’re a good player but that doesn’t mean you’d be a good boyfriend.”

Guiding his hockey stick, Calum tipped the puck out of Ashton’s possession. He sent the captain of the Vipers a mischievous grin as he pivoted away. “What do you know?”

They went back and forth for a while.

The frown on Liza’s face deepening with each quip they spat at each other. There was a time when she believed her boys could get along. She was sure they could be the best of friends — if only they tried.

The intensity of the match continued to grow as the boys physically crashed into one another. Liza was ready for one or the other to shatter on impact. It was one particular hit to the board — Calum to Ashton — that she was reminded how tough they could be. The older of the two kept his composure, even after being slammed hard. Without skipping a beat, Ashton continued to goad on the Knight who was beginning to lose his form on the ice.

It was with one final puck to Calum’s net that Ashton watched with a triumphant smirk as the captain of the Knights gripped at his hockey stick with such force that it snapped in half.

They had decided at the start: first to five would win their little match.

The score was 5-4, in favour of Ashton.

The Viper removed his helmet, his cocky demeanor now serious. “How many times will you have to lose to me, Calum?”

From where she stood at the bench, Liza could see the twitch of Calum’s upper lip — his expression darkening.

Calum fists were still clenched and his broken stick was long forgotten on the ice. He didn’t bother to reply and skated straight for the exit; never once sparing a glance towards Liza, as he passed the bench in shame.

Her heart broke to see Calum so dejected.

To Ashton’s surprise, Liza chased after the younger captain, almost slipping on the ice in doing so because of improper footwear.

She could hear Ashton’s desperate protests as they echoed from the rink but she didn’t stop.

—

Liza was halfway down the hall that led to the locker rooms when she caught up to Calum. She looked to the side to find his helmet lying on the cement floor, its visor cracked; most likely from being thrown away in frustration.

“Cal?”

He turned to face her, his grimace prominent. If Liza hadn’t grown up with the boy, she would have flinched at his expression.

Calum was still in his skates so he was a couple of inches taller than usual. He looked down at his childhood love.

She couldn’t read him. “What is it?”

Words were never his strong suit, whether he had to communicate or receive them. Knowing this, Liza reached out to embrace him — the only form of comfort that she could really offer at the moment. Almost immediately, he latched onto her frame. His face buried into the crook of her neck.

“I’ll—” he began.

His breath ghosted her skin.

“I’ll be better,” he finished, voice filled with determination.

Liza pulled back slightly, “but Calum, you’re great as you are.”

She’s seen his growth as a demure defenseman into a confident captain.

“You’ve worked so hard and you continue to work so hard—for yourself, for the team. It’s what I love about you.”

Love. Was it contradictory to offer such affection when she harboured the same feelings for his rival?

At that comment, his expression became contemplative. Calum’s gaze was suddenly fixated on her and only her. Her warm eyes. Her round cheeks. Her thin lips.

“Calum?”

His gloved hands moved to cup her face.

“I’m sorry.”

His apology was the last thing spoken before he dipped his head and Calum’s lips met hers. Though the contact was rushed, the action itself was gentle. A gratifying sigh escaped the two.

Aside from kisses to the cheek and her forehead exchanged with both, this was Liza’s first real kiss. Not even Ashton had made the move. Though he was self-assured that he’d know when the time was right.

But now he was too late.

The Viper captain watched as they broke apart — eyes wide. His pompous facade shattered in an instant as he made his way down the hall towards the two.

Glaring vengefully at Calum, he hissed out while giving the younger boy a shove. “How dare you?”

Ashton with his composure lost was a true force to be reckoned with. She recognized his state immediately and so Liza placed herself in-between the two boys. “Ash, please.”

With pleading eyes, she continued, “that’s enough.”

“So you’re just going to let him kiss you?” Ashton questioned in heartache. “Are you choosing him?”

Calum instinctively moved to her side, ready to defend her, if necessary. Liza shook her head at the older boy, “I haven’t chosen anybody.”

She then let out an exasperated sigh, “and it’s unfair of you to expect me to choose between you two.”

The boys would never intentionally force her to pick. They had too much respect and adoration for Liza to do so but maybe they had not thought their plan through.

Now visibly frustrated, Liza positioned herself so that she could address both captains at the same time, “or allow a stupid little hockey game to decide for me.”

The boys were left speechless and too surprised to stop her from walking away.

—

That was the first time they had directly confronted their odd circumstances of emotions. Liza had avoided the two boys since; even going as far as asking the head coach of the Knights if she could step down from her position as the team’s student physician for the time being. Coach Sveinson let her go, almost reluctantly but she reassured him that she just had some things to work through — he could only wish her the best.

It was sometime after that the three childhood friends would face their feelings, head on, once more.

Liza sat at the desk in her bedroom — notes and multi-coloured pens scattered across the wooden surface. She was home alone and deep into studying for exams when she noticed movement outside of her window. Curious, she looked through the glass to find Ashton and Calum having a conversation in front of her house.

When they reached the Morales’ front door, Ashton made the gesture to knock but Liza appeared at the entrance before he had the chance.

She let them in.

They stood in the foyer, in silence. Surprisingly, it was Calum who was the first to speak.

“We came to apologize,” he started, the sentiment written on his face. “What we did—it wasn’t fair to you and we’re sorry.”

Liza kept her stance with arms crossed. She didn’t know what to say so Ashton took the opportunity to continue.

“We really do love you, Liz—” her breath hitched at the pure honesty in Ashton’s voice. “—and love makes you do ridiculous things.”

She gave her boys a small smile. “I have to admit. What’s going on between us—it’s complicated, isn’t it?”

Even the two rival captains could agree on that.

“Yeah but, if it makes you want to avoid us than it’s not worth it.”

Calum let out a breath, “the boys miss you.”

Liza admitted she missed the Knights hockey team too.

“As do we.” Ashton gestured to himself and Calum. Her heart swelled at that since she most definitely missed her boys.

Liza Morales wasn’t sure what would happen now but it was a start and that’s all she really could hope for.

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BONUS: Her study notes were hard to recall at this point. Liza’s mind was in a blissful haze.

When they said they had a way of making it up to her she hadn’t expected this.

Ashton opened her bedroom window — the temperature in her room too high. When he looked back, he found Calum kneeling at the front of her bed — the tattoo of a dagger glaring back at him on his rival’s arm.

Ashton rejoined Liza on the mattress, placing himself behind her as she reached back to grip at his biceps. Her left hand caressed his snake tattoo.

“Hey Cal,” he started. Calum lifted his head from between her legs.

“First to get her to five, wins?”

Liza almost choked on air.

“You’re on.”