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iwillhaveamoonbase · 5 years ago

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We Could Be Heroes Ch. 5

There is a little bit of smut in this chapter

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Rayla and Callum awoke at eight in the morning; both of their phones chiming with text and email notifications. Rayla groaned as she snuggled into his neck a little more. “Why didn’t we turn the sound off last night?”

“We must have forgot. I was too busy not proposing,” was Callum’s grumbled answer.

Rayla nudged his back a bit with her knee. “You proposed; no takebacks.” They lay in silence as their phones continued to make their presence known. “If you go through my phone, I’ll go through yours.”

“Don’t wanna see the texts from your friends?” Rayla had more friends than Callum did, so he had thought Rayla would want to check in if any of them had said anything.

“If they can’t accept us or even try, they’re not my friends. I just thought it would be easier.”

“OK. Let me go get them.” Callum pried Rayla’s arm off of him and got their phones off his dresser. Both lockscreens showed a large number of messages and missed calls. Lots of them from unknown numbers. When Callum got back to the bed he unlocked Rayla’s phone as she did the same with his. “This must be why we exchanged passcodes months ago.”

“Your passcode is my birthday. Don’t try to act like you saw into the future when you suggested this.”

“I have the power to use the Sky arcanum and I am on my way to using more. How do you know I can’t?” Rayla leveled a stare at him, raising her white brow. “Fine, I can’t see into the future.” Callum gave a quick look at the number of unread messages. “I’m going to drive myself crazy going through all this.”

“Ten minutes, tops, then we stop. If it’s really that important, they’ll find a way to contact us again. Ready?”

“Nope.”

“Good. Ten minutes.” Callum scrolled through the mass of texts first. Unknown number after unknown number calling Rayla everything from a traitor to a whore. There was a mass of inappropriate images and crude language. Callum deleted every one after blocking the numbers. Every once in a while, Callum came across a text with a name in her contacts. Most of them were ‘congratulations’ or ‘I knew it’. Some of them were just repeating what the majority had. The strangest text came from Bandlr, who stated that he told his dormmates at midnight but never gave out Rayla’s number to anyone. ‘Must be covering his own ass. Enough people know our numbers, so he wouldn’t have been the only candidate either way.’

The emails were mostly from photographers or journalists who Callum’s family had gotten in touch with. It seemed like Rayla’s email was still relatively private. “There’s a couple offers already for you to be interviewed by the Katolis Sun, the Capital Times, and Pentarchy Monthly. Ezran’s favorite photograph, Gustin, has offered to come up here in a couple days and take a few pictures. If you’re more comfortable, he’s alright with doing everything in the apartment. Everyone seems OK with coming to the apartment. They just want to talk to you.”

“I’ll worry about it later. Delete anything in my texts that isn’t from a contact.”

“Already on it. I’m assuming I can trust you to do the same?”

A forced laugh. “Some girl sent you a picture of her breasts. You can bet I deleted that.”

“Haven’t gotten one of those in weeks.” Callum’s eyes went wide as he just realized what he said. Rayla turned to face him with such murder in her eyes; Callum wasn’t sure if he was going to make it out of this intact. He slowly put his hand up and subtly backed away a bit. “Ray, I’m a prince. It’s not just girls that send me things like. I don’t go around giving my number to random people.”

“You have gotten texts like this from other people since we’ve been dating?” Her voice was deceptively calm as she began to inch towards him while he continued to inch back. “You have been getting nudes from people this whole time?”

Callum could feel himself breakout into a cold sweat. The only reason he had never told Rayla was because it had become so much a part of his daily life, he had kind of assumed she knew it was a possibility. “Once again, never asked for them. Don’t know who they are, usually. I just delete them after blocking the number.”

Wrong thing. “But sometimes you do know them? How are they getting your number?”

“I will meet them in passing and they’ll say where they met me. That’s it. I have never in my life asked for those pictures. From anyone. I don’t know who keeps finding out what my number is, but I change it every few months. You know that. I’ve had to text you my new number how many times since we started dating?” Callum needed the air to thin out because he felt like he was being constricted. He could hear the shakiness in his voice as he had to explain to his girlfriend about those stupid photos. The first one he ever got was when he was fifteen, shortly after he started dating Claudia. It became open-season after their break-up went public and Callum had had to get a new number every three months since.

Rayla bit the inside of her cheek, taking a moment to think. “Fine. You’re too awkward to ask for them anyway.”

“Exactly. I’m too—I am not that awkward.”

A raised brow and a tiny smirk were directed at him. “Do you want me to send you one? I can wear my bra with the front clasp. I could also ask Zaras to get me something like she usually wears. All lacy and tiny.” Rayla leaned forward again, nose almost touching his as she directed her eyes to his lips. “I could wear something as green as your eyes.” Callum coughed as the air around them suddenly became even thicker. Rayla leaned back, a satisfied smirk was full-blown on those teasing lips. “No way you asked for them. We need to get you a new phone number. I could get Runaan to get you a burner phone and send it here.”

“Yeah.” He was going to have whiplash at this point. Callum went back to Rayla’s phone, noticing a new text from Zaras. All it had was a link. “Zaras sent a link. Should I press it?”

Rayla shrugged. “It’s Zaras. It could be a video of a winged horse doing a stupid trick or it could be something actually related to us. The only thing you can trust is that it’s not a nude. Her speed is more ‘I’ll seduce you into thinking I’m the sweetest thing ever and then make you realize you fell for a hot nerd.’”

“That sounds like Zaras.”

“I know. Isn’t she the best?”

Callum thought about it for a few moments. Rayla was right; you never really knew with Zaras. Zaras was also on their side and wouldn’t send them something that she believed would hurt them. He gulped and opened the link. It was their school’s paper’s webpage. There was already a poll asking people what they thought of Callum and Rayla’s relationship. Dubbed ‘Rayllum’ already, probably curtesy of Zaras, there were a lot more in favor than Callum would have thought. The majority was still in the negative…wait, it was moving more towards in favor? “Rayla.”

“What? I found five more nudes and three different people asked you how sex with an elf that can turn invisible is.” Rayla paused for a moment before looking at him, genuinely confused. “Why haven’t we tried that yet?”

“Haven’t thought of it. Zaras sent a poll. It’s on the school paper’s webpage. Ray, it’s in real time.”

“What’s it saying?” came Rayla’s nervous response.

“Right this second, it’s 40% for and 60% against.”

“That’s a lot higher than I thought it would be.”

“Me, too.” Callum gulped as it suddenly tipped towards the negative again. “I’m turning this off. I can’t look at it anymore.” Rayla hummed, handing Callum’s phone back to him. “No more pics?”

A quick glare followed by a frustrated huff. “I just found out that there will probably always be pics. I either keep looking through your stupid phone and find more, driving me into a rage, or I give it to you and stop for the day.”

Callum got up to put both of their phones back on the nightstand. “Do you think, and this is a stupid question, I know, but…do you think that this would have been better if…maybe we had-”

Rayla shook her head. “Callum, I don’t think us making-out next to your mother’s statue the day after we became exclusive would have made a difference. This is what was going to happen. You’re…well, you’re a human prince and I’m a nobody.”

Callum scrunched his nose, vehemently shaking his head. “You’re not nobody, Ray.” Rayla scoffed. “You’re not! Both of your parents are in the Dragon Guard. That’s huge! You are the toughest, most clever, and bravest girl I’ve ever met.” Callum sat down to rest his forehead against her’s. “I look at you and I see my future.”

Rayla nuzzled the tip of her nose against his. “Was that the proposal?”

“I know you’re OK because you keep making jokes.”

“I’m serious. Was that the proposal?”

“No.” Callum gently kissed her lips once, twice. “The ring has to be made first.”

“What if I say ‘no’? Then you would have had a custom ring you can’t do anything with.” Her eyelids were lowering along with her voice.

“Would you say ‘no’?”

Callum looked down at her as she slowly laid back down on the bed. Rayla bit her bottom lip as she looked back up at him. “Depends.”

He leaned down to press his lips to her neck. “What if I promised you forever?”

Rayla’s breath hitched. “I’ll live longer than you. I’m the one that would be promising forever.”

Callum kissed downwards, slowly reaching the very top of her cleavage revealed by her night shirt. “I’ll give you my heart.”

“Already have it. You aren’t getting it back.” She ran a calloused hand through his hair, while lifting her leg slightly. She gently hooked her foot around his knee, running her toes up and down his calf. “You can’t promise something that isn’t your’s to give, can you?”

“You’re right, I can’t.” Callum ran a ran down her side before grasping the hem of her shirt. “What about my soul? My devotion? My erring loyalty?”

Rayla hummed, pushing herself up so Callum could relieve her of her shirt. “All nice things. But I was thinking of something else.”

“What’s that?” Rayla helped him take off his shirt before bringing him down to lay their half-naked bodies together. She languidly kissed him, taking control of what he had started. Rayla was a woman of action, but she was also prone to trying to think things through as thoroughly as possible. Callum had hoped that he would be able to get her mind off of the outside world for just a moment, and it seemed to be working.

Rayla pulled away, a soft smile making it’s way on her lips. He loved that smile even more than her cocky smirks. “You promise me that no matter what happens, no matter who tries to get involved, this relationship will always be ours. Only you and I will get to decide if we break-up. Only you and I get to decide if we have kids. Only you and I decide what we tell the world.” Callum nodded and was about to reconnect their lips. Rayla kept a strong hold on him and looked him square in the eyes. “I’m serious. I will not have a repeat of last night. I don’t want anyone making those decisions for us. I’m in the same boat as you,” a stray tear made it’s way down the side of her face. “You are my future and I was taught to not let anyone mess with my future.”

“Good. Because I have no plans on running away if it gets too hard. You told my family last night that you plan to stay with me through all this chaos. You’re stuck with me until the day I die, now.” Callum kissed her soundly, reaching to run a hand over one of her horns. “That was the proposal.”

Rayla moaned, pushing Callum onto his back so she could rest on his lap. “I thought you needed the ring first.” She slowly moved her hands up and down his chest, leaning down to nibble at his chin. Callum shivered when she went up to his ear. Rayla had this fascination with his ears and he was not complaining. “Unless you already have it made.”

“I started looking at jewelers in both Katolis and Xadian last night. It will take months to do the research and get the materials. But, a drawing’s the same, right?” She chuckled a bit. Truthfully, Callum wasn’t sure why he was veering so far from his original plan, but it felt right. Rayla hadn’t run away when she saw the drawings he made last night and she kept bringing it up. If Rayla was really opposed to it, she would have either avoided the subject or would have told him that they weren’t ready. Hell, she might have just told him to never bring it up again. “Will you marry me, Rayla? Not today, and not tomorrow, but when some of this chaos has died down and we’re both ready.”

“Aye. Took you long enough.” They laughed before she took his lips back. They helped relieve each other of their underwear, Callum flipping them over so he was on top. The laugh was interrupted by their soft groans when he entered her. Usually, their lovemaking was hurried and full of a need to relieve stress. Today, Callum wanted to take his time with the love of his life. “What’s so funny?”

Callum hadn’t even realized he’d laughed. He put his forehead against her’s again. “I called you the love of my life in my head. I hadn’t realized just how good it would feel to admit that. Even if it was just to myself.” She called him a dork. He expected her to push him onto his back and take over, but she made herself comfortable beneath him. Her hands moved to pierce her fingernails in his shoulders. He slowly thrust into her sheath; mouth making its way back down her neck. She felt so warm and soft, walls fluttering as he moved in and out. Rayla groaned. Callum felt her grab his fingers and move them to her little button. He never got tired of her telling him exactly what she wanted.

He lightly thumbed her nub while latching on to one of her dusky nipples. “Ah~” One of her hands dragged her nails from his shoulders down his back. Callum hissed. It hurt but felt so good. They had always had to be so careful with marks before that neither one of them had ever had so much as a hickey during their relationship. Now, Callum wanted Rayla to mark him up however she saw fit. He gave her nipple a light nip. Slowly moving back up, his lips found their way to her collar bone. He sucked and nibbled at her skin, his hand pressing harder on the center of her pleasure. Her other hand made its way down his back, digging her nails in the whole way.

Callum used his other hand to grab Rayla’s thigh, resting it in the crook of his elbow so she was spread wider. He began to move faster in her. He was stunned by how strong his need for her was beginning to burn him. It was even stronger than when they first started their relationship. Back then, it had been like a dam holding back all of their desires and feelings for each other had burst and couldn’t be repaired. Now, it was as if all of that had been a precursor to this moment. He had thought she was completely uninhibited with him before, but he had clearly been wrong. She was moaning his name while thrashing under him. Her nails were scratching at his arms and sides.

Rayla finally grabbed his face and yanked him up to kiss her. She stuck her tongue down his throat, demanding his come out to play with her. He acquiesced. Callum could feel her orgasm coming fast. Her walls were clenching tight on him while her breath was coming in shorter pants. He released her mouth and pulled back a bit to watch her peak and come down from her high. Her eyes went wide before going to half-mast, mouth open in a silent scream. She began trembling, hands grabbing on to hold him tight to her. He could feel her shake as he refused to let up from stroking her. Rayla quickly came again, actually screaming his name this time.

He would have gone for a third, except Rayla was beginning to squeeze her fluttering walls around him. She was demanding he reach his end, too, and he would happily follow her orders. As he finally came, Rayla let her grip on him loosen. A bright light burst behind his eyes as he started to come down. Rayla had pushed him to lay next to her on the bed. Callum slowly turned to lay on his side. He stroked Rayla’s cheek with his index finger in awe over just how soft she looked. “I want to paint you like this.”

Rayla raised a brow. “Sweaty and satisfied?” She chuckled. “Hmm, if I had known you could do that, I would have let you take the lead months ago.”

Callum felt his chest puff up a bit in pride. Rayla had been the only person he had ever been with and it felt good to know he had pleased her. “Soft and free. Like the world has melted away.”

“You’re the only person that would ever see it.”

“Deal.” Callum leaned to kiss her nose. “I swear, you’re even more beautiful than when I first met you.”

Rayla closed her eyes and released a happy sigh. “Of course. We Moonshadow elves only get better with age. By the time we’re seventy, I’ll be the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen,” she teased.

“Can’t wait.” Callum felt too hot and sweaty to try to hold Rayla, so he settled for stroking her cheek. They basked in their afterglow for so long Callum forgot about the fact that they hadn’t even eaten yet. Rayla’s stomach growled to remind them. “I got plenty of eggs and pancake mix. I even got orange juice with the pulp for you. How you can drink that, I have no idea.”

Rayla pushed his shoulder as she rolled her eyes. “You what sounds really good? Eating breakfast on your sofa while watching a violent movie.”

“You want to stroke your bloodlust this early in the morning?” Callum smiled back at Rayla. He got out of bed to go make them breakfast, stretching his arms above his head. He heard a pop and groaned.

“My bloodlust is satiated by those movies, thank you very much.” She followed him out of bed and into the kitchen. Callum got to starting the pancakes, handing Rayla the eggs to crack. Instead, Rayla wrapped her arms around his waist from behind and rested herself against him. Callum shook his head and kept making them breakfast. They stood in silence for a bit longer, Callum only moving a bit here and there to keep breakfast going.

“You don’t want eggs? I’ve also got bacon and sausage in the fridge.”

“I just want to hold you. Where did you learn that move anyways?”

Callum looked back with a raised brow. “What move?”

“The one where you hooked my knee. You’ve never done that before.”

“You’ve always been on top or in charge.”

“You’ve never complained.”

Callum heard a slightly confused edge in her voice, but also one laced with genuine curiosity. “I’ve been reading some stuff. Trust me, I’m not complaining. You’ve always been more sure of yourself in this department and you always know exactly what you want. It’s nice.” ‘Nice’ was an understatement. He and Claudia hadn’t even gotten beyond making-out before they broke-up, so he had been completely clueless when Rayla had told him she was ready for that next step. It had been a relief that she wasn’t shy about her own sexuality and that she had had some experience.

“You have my ex-girlfriend to thank for that. She was very much into the idea that we need to be explicit with our wants and needs. If we keep quiet or expect our partner to just know, then how can we expect to get what we need?”

“I’ll be sure to thank her in person if I ever meet her. Do I need to thank your ex-boyfriend while I’m at it?”

Rayla snorted. “In terms of kissing? Probably. In terms of sex? No. He was never interested in going that far physically. The most we ever did was make-out.” Rayla sighed as she adjusted herself a bit, putting her chin on his shoulder. “He's asexual and his wants and needs were on a more emotional level than I could give at the time. Also, he was very mature for his age and I couldn’t keep up. He had matured faster than the rest of our class and he needed someone who could balance him out better than my immature 'I'm gonna kick your ass if you don't shut up' self could.”

“Where is he now?” Callum’s curiosity was definitely piqued. Rayla almost never talked about her exes. Callum would have expected to be full of jealousy or frustration, but he didn’t feel any of that. Mostly, he felt like he wanted to know more about this part of her past she had kept quiet.

“Well, he was originally going to go to the University. He had had plans to come and study, maybe become a mage himself or an ambassador. Instead, he got called up to be a member of an exclusive team belonging to King Azymondias. It’s a type of council and is an even more coveted position than the Dragon Guard. Last I heard, he was dating a spitfire of an Oceanheart elf whose grandfather runs the library in the capital.” Rayla paused before pushing herself on her tiptoes a bit. “You’re taking me talking about my old flames pretty well. Some people freak out and don’t want to hear it.”

Callum shrugged. “You’ve met my ex. I’m still friends with her and her brother and she’s probably going to be in my life until the day I die. I can handle you talking about yours.”

Rayla hummed, swaying lightly. “Good to know you realize that you have to take as good as you give.”

“Of course. Breakfast is almost ready. You still want to watch a movie or do you want to listen to the radio?” Rayla let go of Callum’s waist and wandered off. Callum heard her booting up her computer; probably trying to find a station or playlist with as little news as possible. Callum turned off the stove and got to work setting the table. Neither he nor Rayla were really into cooking, but there was something relaxing about being in their little kitchen together.

I'm not perfect

But I swear I'm perfect for you

And there's no guarantee

That this will be easy

It's not a miracle you need

Believe me

Yeah, I'm no angel, I'm just me

But I will love you endlessly

Wings aren't what you need

You need me

Callum looked over at Rayla. She looked just as shocked as he did. He cleared his throat a bit. “You remember the first time we heard this song?”

Rayla nodded. “Yeah. You were joking that you couldn’t be seen with me if I didn’t know how to slow dance. Even though we had no plans on going public at the time.”

“Ray,” Callum looked down at his hands for a moment before looking back up. “I had plans to introduce you to my family when I said that.”

Rayla cocked a brow. “You do remember that you were the one who suggested we keep quiet when all this started, right? You were the one who said ‘no one has to know.’ I feel like I’m going crazy every time you mention how much you’ve wanted to tell everyone because I remember that us being a secret was all your idea.” She punctuated her statement by pointing right at him.

Callum walked over to her, grasping her hands. “I know and I’m sorry that you feel that way. You shouldn’t feel like you’re going crazy. I said that we should be a secret and I don’t regret saying it. Because, if I hadn’t, I’m not sure we would be here right now. I regret our circumstances, but I wouldn’t take back giving us a shot for anything. If I hadn’t suggested it, would you have agreed to trying?”

Rayla squeezed his hands. “I don’t know. But I don’t regret it either.” Callum kissed her forehead, threading their fingers together. Rayla slowly started to sway her hips. “Dance with me?”

“Need some practice?”

“Tons.” They let their pancakes get cold as they swayed together. It was far more an excuse to hold each other than it was to actually practice dancing. Callum had pulled her far closer than decorum would deem appropriate and her feet kept stepping on his toes. “Am I any better?”

“You’re perfect. Everyone will be in awe of the mysterious Ms. Rayla’s dancing skills.” Rayla gave out such a joyful laugh it was startling. He hadn’t heard her laugh like that in what felt like forever. Now that she had promised him forever, well, he was going to have forever to make sure she laughed like that every day.

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