The things a friend can change

My turn

Valentine's Day Special Part 3

"Yeah b...but – no I was just, I mean I was..."

"Caleb?"

"I just went to the uhh, the park."

"The park? For what?"

"N...nothing." I whistled faintly.

"So you snuck out of the dorm at 3, then went to the park and came straight back?" She bargained, "And you didn't think about telling me or doing that tomorrow? A bit of a snotter lie if you ask me."

"Now answer me. Why did you sneak out at the middle of the night?"

"Look Ahsoka, this is really just something I probably should keep a secret. I'm sorry it'd just be a..."

"So you're not gonna tell me huh?"

"I would if I could but not now they probably won't..." I gasped, "I mean – I...I...I just shouldn't tell you yet."

"Come on babe, don't make me force it out of you." She motioned, teasingly spidering her fingers all around our mattress. Which somehow always leaves me in agitating shivers.

"Okay Ahsoka, I'll...I'll tell you tomorrow." I yielded, shakily setting my sloppy face next to her gorgeous orange one.

As a matter of fact, I even consistently deprived her from efforts of clutching my frame for the entirety of five labour intensive minutes before crashing gleefully within her pleasant odor. My subdominant hand clasping onto hers, fingers playfully intertwined as our dominants tucked our bodies closer than ever. A remarkably indulgent terrain for affection.

"Wake up sleepy head." She cooed, implanting numerous comforting kisses onto my cheeks. Though to no avail, I persisted sturdily. Twisting and turning across the slick sheets.

Don't get me wrong, I loved the way she embedded kisses and enchanted gentle coos, but my head was still zwodder and sleep had been exclusive for the last week as there occurred only a lull from Anakin and Barriss' room once an hour every night in the singing studio.

"Come on now Caleb, don't make me wake you in an impolite way." She declared, the compulsory in her tone coherent yet I could attain a sense of humour from her voice. Which licensed one definitive conclusion.

"Ahsoka, I'm tired." I groaned with a weepy wollow. (It may or may not be a word I made up to create literature)

"All right then."

As a distinguishable body of weight cramped atop mine, formulating a hysterical sense of confusion. In truth, I had apprehended the chance of invidious tickles, yet somehow, a gawky green bird had just informed me otherwise.

"Ah...Ahsoka? Wh...what are you doing?"

Though to inadequate contemplations, she simply nurtured the touch and permeated my frame with hers. The sensitive spots rendering against mine. Collisions contracting as breathings intensified.

That was when I felt it. The mischievous implication of horror visible as I began perspiring from all angles. Paired with a stupendous increase in heart rate. Alongside an insidious jittery from my frame. Though most accentuated of all, the extravagant emphasis on the system expanding albeit entightening with every passing second.

No. I couldn't continue. She'd notice at any second now. There had to be a spot of deficiency within her aggressions. But, where was it? What should I do?

"Ahsoka I'll...I'll get u...up." That was when she finally halted her attacks, tenderly sloping her lips around my cheeks until they had pulverized my rim. Before emphasizing the approach by virtue of implanting a kiss onto my softened lips.

The affection multiplying alongside the voluptuous kiss, her lips coaxing mine with adhesive intentions. Love gradually increasing within every enticed passion of romance. Devotion striving for greatness as luxurious miracles bursted around our bodies. Extravagance contemplating as indulgence lingered with glee.

Our subtle lips fragile from the enchanted phenomenon. Revelations perpetual with her tongue constantly colliding with mine.

Pulling back, she slowly smouldered at the sight of my widened eyes. Delicate hands still caressing my cheeks as she gradually cramped my frame against hers, exquisitely smothering her lips onto mine once again. This time twice as dramatic with the contrast of elegant hands pervading my spine, permeating my waist.

I returned it soothingly. Enchanting luxury of my own by virtue of cramping her skull betwixed my hands. Her lekku lubricious, the articulation transparent with the vivid vibrance of her montrals.

There we stayed. Minute after minute of everlasting love. Enjoying the decades of extravagance through the balmy connection we shared for one another.

Romance? Affection? Love? There wasn't even a single phrase in the galaxy that could describe the constant feelings we each endured. There was nothing more powerful than the bonds within our relationship.

Well, I guess love would have to do for now.