Caloka Oneshots

Flurried

Hi everyone, welcome back first of all. I've been feeling so incredibly dissatisfied with my lack of activity, so here's an amateur story I was able to recently assemble. Enjoy!

Caleb sent a flurry of swipes towards the agile Ahsoka, who dodged feasibly against his barrage of attacks, side-stepping the first and anchoring her lightsaber to deflect the rest with relative ease.

"I thought you were a form III user." Ahsoka teased.

"Ah, well you see, defence is merely the construct of my form. To defend is to reserve and remain temperate, to exhaust from nothing of the meaningless end to...a nonchalant means to a finish in a dual." Caleb ranted from an array of strikes, "So basically what I'm saying is that I'm stalling."

"Is that what it means?" Ahsoka challenged.

He then advanced to deliver a bombardment of hits that were sure to trap this unrelenting figure, which only bemused the younger Padawan as the Togruta leapt against the stacked double pillars to hurdle herself behind him, leaning her blade swiftly onto the lining of his neck.

She chucked, "And that's your head."

He turned to blast a disparaging half-tantrum expression that became instantly caught by her blue pupils.

"Come on, cheer up a little. What have you got to be upset about, challenging an older apprentice? There's still plenty of time to improve your techniques." Ahsoka comforted with a glaring smile to conceal her smirk.

"Yeah, except I lose every time. It doesn't look good." Caleb backfired.

"Well, I did try letting you win before, haven't I?" She sounded with humour, "Though if you recall, that's when..."

"When I called you out for being too fake." He interrupted, "Yes, I remember." The outline of his frown began departing into the silhouette of a smile, recollecting flashlights of memories the times prior. Unbeknownst, she easily recognised such minute changes, sitting beside him to provide a playful nudge.

"What?"

"You know what." She returned simpering, "Show me that charm of a smile so that I don't feel completely bad about winning."

Provoked, he forced a sigh, still adamant from releasing that giggle which signified his penchant for losing.

"You know something, Caleb? You used to be much easier." She remarked, still retaining her benevolent tone, leaning further onto his shoulder, "Back then, when you were...you were..."

She hesitated, before a grim light began to permeate the back of her skull, as she barely murmured the word, "Ticklish?"

The phrase engulfed him like a bricked prison, where he briskly seeped the gaps to seek an escape. He then meandered an excuse to depart, only to be halted by the firm claw that is her left hand, her right tampering with his jawline.

"So will you smile for me? Or must I deprive you of free will?" She chortled, now clutching his cheeks to enunciate, as his green orbs were steered towards her blue ones, which simply screamed to sight his content.

"Ahsoka wait!" Caleb staggered, his tone quivering, yet still noncompliant.

"Last chance." She taunted, her voice now prickling him, with fingers crawling like dagger-equipped spiders upon his sides.

"Hold on now Ahsoka, it's not that easy." He trembled with an inkling of bliss.

"No?" She breathed, whispering, "Well that's just too bad."

With that, she swiftly tackled him onto the training matts, before rubbing every segment of her fingers upon his crevices, squeezing frequently to further titillate her forever prey. He responded instantly by squirming his limbs, defiantly releasing jolts of electrical laughter to accompany his insurmountable, rapture-laden assortment of movements.

Ahsoka then slammed the entirety of her predator frame onto his chest, admittedly as a gesture for seduction, though the vivid cascading of her fingers continued to peak his senses, and only heightened with the involvement of her mischief-laden lekku duo, which danced along the corners of his neck, sending the Padawan into a copious fit of giggles and tears, until the numbing of hands prohibited the togruta from further assaults. Nonetheless, she remained perched on his stiff body, a gleeful smirk forming on her lips, which transmitted promptly between the resting teens.

"You're actually quite adorable when not attempting to be a man." Ahsoka teased, accentuating her mind with those glimmering marble eyes that were reflected with his.

"Hey!" Caleb reacted, blushing intensely, before countering, "You...you...you shouldn't say such things!"

"Why not?" She queried coquettishly, staring intently into his pupils, inadvertently coaxing to close the distance betwixt their lips, even pushing forward his chest with double palms to grasp him in place. 

She exhaled a type of prolonged, voluptuous sigh which meant the untethering of a lustful wolf. Her loin began to rotate, drawing oval shapes as she compressed and pressured against his. But palpitating, he scouted a desperate exit, though in futile, thus reverting to his illogical predilection for words, he brabbled his extraordinary thesaurus of flurried sentences, accessing only a brief pause in her advances, enough to slip from her clutches. Then, he dashed, and into the perennial Jedi halls he descended.

Ahsoka viewed his outbreak with the same piercing glare that embodied her desire. Though she was certain of his destination, Ahsoka decided it better to dawdle on the instinct. Nonetheless, it was a singular, albeit tantalising thought that pervaded her brain.

'Next time, baby.'

Thanks for reading! 

I apologise for the poorer quality, and also that I'm not feeling extremely chatty today, so I'll just leave y'all with an au revoir.

Lots of love.