cleo ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ 🪷🐦‍⬛

🔞 caleb's away for a mission. you both discover that facetime sex is actually a thing. "show me your tits." it's almost one in the morning for you, while caleb's day is in full swing on the other side of the world. matching your schedules through daily calls is exhausting. you don't want to distract him from his mission, and you definitely don't want to lose sleep, but you have no choice. so a few minutes into the call, you're already drifting off, barely catching his rambling. and then he drops that. suddenly, you're wide awake. "cute," you mumble, looking at the screen where his pixelated face has the audacity to smile. "i'm hanging up. bye." "no! meimei, please, wait–" he practically presses his face against the camera. his eyes go wide, and he looks so ridiculous that a giggle escapes you. you roll onto your stomach, prop your chin on your hand, and set the phone down so you don't have to hold it. "i'm not showing you anything. and shouldn't you be working?" caleb lets out a heavy sigh, full of exaggerated suffering, and flops onto his back, throwing an arm over his eyes. he's in his hotel room. you were too sleepy to notice earlier, but now you see his shirt is unbuttoned, his tie loosened. his hair is slicked back with gel. look at him, all formal and put-together. begging to see your breasts for just a second. "come on," caleb whines. actually whines. a six-foot-two colonel of the farspace fleet. "just a little flash. one tit. half a tit. i'm not picky. i'm a humble man with humble requests."