Red Queen One Shots

Only if for a night pt I

Don't deny it, all of us marecal shippers wanted this scene (warning, there is a little content that may not be for you!) I was inspired by a tumblr post where we all wanted to have maven witness cal and mare in all their cute glory.

Just pretend that the epilogue never happened at that this is marecal all happy in rq4 k thanks!!

    He laughs into my neck and I roll my eyes at yet another one of his stupid jokes. I can't stop the grin from pulling at my mouth though. It was the kind I'd seen girls give their boyfriends all the time in the Stilts. Watching the moment had felt like intruding on something private. It was a moment where the troubles of our world no longer existed. It was sliver of time in which a happy memory could be made. A small mercy.  I never understood it then, but I did now.

I slap his arm, scolding the inappropriate joke. "God Cal, can you not?" The words were tampered by my smile as I looked down at him. He shifted me in his lap to see me better. His eyes were crinkled at the corners as his mouth curled into a sly grin. I knew what that meant and my breath caught momentarily. I smacked his arm again. "Why not?" he chuckles, flicking my nose. "Because you idiot, we were late to training last time and I'd rather not have Ella breathing down my neck again," I huff.

He laughs at that and I sigh exasperatedly. "You think that's funny?" I accuse him. "You're afraid of Ella scolding you again?" He laughs again, his breath tickling my ear. "You wouldn't be laughing if she was the one training you," I scowled. I wiggle my way out his arms wrapped around my waist. He lets them loose, and I jump to my feet. Cal's face falls. "I'm sorry, I--"

"It's not that you idiot," I say lightly. He still doesn't look convinced. My fingers comb through his hair, and I click my tongue at the uneven strands and his obvious lack of a brush. I hmph as I continue observing his poor attempt at cutting his own hair. It took everything I had to not laugh outright. Cal scratches his face, looking rather sheepish. I don't know why the sight makes my stomach flip. 

I ruffle his hair, smiling teasingly. "Let me guess, you did this while blindfolded with a blunt knife," I grin, playing with the strands for emphasis. He blushes. I smile wider. Cal reaches for my waist and presses a kiss to the exposed strip of skin on my stomach. I feel myself flush and fight the strange tingle in my chest. He smiles against my skin, pulling back to examine the blush painting my cheeks in a deep shade of red. His expression is smug as he says, "now we're even."

"Cal," I exclaim. He shrugs and I inhale deeply. Cal presses another kiss, though this time, slightly lower. My breath hisses between my teeth at the contact. He tugs at the waistband of my track pants and kisses my hipbone and I stifle the embarrassing noise that groaned in my throat. "Not so teasing now are we?" he mutters, tracing my waist, leaving small fleeting kisses along as he went. His teeth scrape the skin ever so slightly and I have to bite my lip. Lower. Lower. "We really shouldn't do this, not now," I say breathlessly. God, I hated the embarrassing way my body reacted to this. Hated and loved it in equal measure.

 He pulls back and I adjust my pants. Cal leans back and I don't miss the dazed look of desire in his eyes. I felt the same as I struggled to return my breathing to normal.

"As I was trying to say from before, you need a proper haircut," I state firmly once we had both recovered.

Cal frowns, tugging at his hair. "It's not that bad," he grumbles. I smirk at his wounded puppy expression. 

"Who would do it anyways? Though it may be surprising, I actually like my hair, so definitely not Farley. Besides," he grimaces, "I'm not exactly okay with her having a knife near my head." I chuckle at the idea. "Hey!" he protests, which of course only makes me laugh harder.