He's bliss.

He's everything I've imagined him to be, and so much more.

That first night in the observatory led us to his bedroom where neither of us achieved a minute of sleep. His hands kept exploring every curve, every bone. He notes every motion as he creates a mental image of me in his mind. He attempts to quench his thirst with the graze of his lips anywhere and everywhere. He loves in a way so unique to Cato that he can hardly compare to how it felt with Thomas. They're so different, incomparable.

Days pass by, and Cato and I only entwine deeper. We keep to ourselves during the daylight. I do chores, and Cato progresses his research. When the sun sets, we find ourselves in Cato's bed, experimenting with new ways to please one another. Cato never seems to want to disconnect, spending more time inside of me between my legs than out. Most nights, we fall asleep like that, connected and in love.

Even now, I shift my body, only to feel him moan as he awakens from our deep sleep. He fell asleep without pulling out, and he's hard.

He traces his fingers over my breasts as he places a soft kiss on my shoulder. "Do you want me to pull out?"

I sigh and begin to move my hips. "No."

He begins to match my pace. A fast, yet simple constant thrust. Waking up next to Cato like this seems so natural, as if we've been like this all our lives. At night, he tries his best to tempt me, and the heat gets raised between us like wildfires. Yet, the mornings are for a simple love such as this.

His fingertips circle my breasts before adventuring lower towards my clit.

"What if we stay in bed all day?" he pants against my skin. The hitch of his voice nearly sends me overboard into an orgasm, but I cling on as he continues to please me.

"I have duties to take care of," I breathe.

"I dismiss you from those duties."

"Cato," his fingers tease my opening as he plunges into me, then out, then in. "You know I can't."

"Then come to my study at noon. Please."

"Are you begging me?" I rouse, only to have him berate me with such vigor that the bed shudders beneath us.

Skin slaps, and a few stray grunts leave Cato's throat. I open my eyes for just a moment, seeing stars and supernovas where there shouldn't be.

Until all I feel is that bliss I adore as I tumble into my orgasm. When he finishes, he's warm inside of me, a comforting heat.

He lingers in me, now soft, but his desire for affections have hardly passed by. He leans over my shoulder and mashes his lips up against mine. I wince. Morning breath.

I pull apart with a giggle. "Brush your teeth."

"Only if you agree to stay in bed with me," he grins. "If not you get 'bad breath Cato' every night."

"I don't like this offer."

He presses his lips back to mine, our tongues finding each other before his lips take a taste of my throat. I purr, snuggling up deeper against his bare skin.

"So?" he finally murmurs.

If only Cato was aware of how much I adore him.

"Go brush your teeth," I answer. "I'll stay."

With one swift peck to the lips, Cato pulls out and dashes to the bathroom, but even I catch the wide beaming grin on that boy's face.

* * * * *

"I think I want my next expedition to be within the solar system," Cato explains to me as we sit in his study. I sit on his lap, the both of us lost in the wonder of astronomy.

"I think you should orbit around Neptune," I whisper as Cato presses his forehead against mine. "I bet it'd be so blue."

"It's a giant ball of gas, Maureen."

I playfully poke his chest. "So are you, and I still visit you."

Cato's scowls a little, but his reaction changes when I place a lingering kiss on his lips.

He smiles."Neptune it is."

There are a few things I've learned that Cato likes. The first is talking about the stars. It's so simple, yet the mere mention of the heavens puts his mind in his happy place. Sometimes, all it takes is just a soft whisper of the stars in his ear, and it has him crumbling into my arms. Second, he'll never admit it, but he likes having control in bed. He's instructive, but not pushy and demanding. He does everything in his power to please me, which then in favour pleases him.

Yet, there are moments when he hands me the reins. I guess he likes that too, being submissive at times.

Outside of the bedroom, there are even more things I've learned about Cato. One is that he is actually quite good at drowning out his surroundings to work on his research. There have been countless times I've fallen asleep against his shoulder while he's reading updates about the latest expedition from the Beaulieu Space Academy.

Once again, Cato already forgets about his potential expedition to Neptune and focuses on the daily recordings he collected from the occisor. It's already late now, with the sun set and the stars out.

"Cato?" I whisper near his ear.

He hums in acknowledgement.

"How about we get some sleep?"

He hums again, but fails to move.

I trail a line of feather-light kisses down his neck as an attempt to break him in. The tendons in his neck tighten, then loosen, but those green eyes never break from his work. Yet, beneath me, his manhood twitches and begins to harden. I grind my hips, a soft roll.

He sets a hand on my rear and pulls me closer. With the other hand, he writes down observations as those green eyes continue to scan new images of the occisor.

My lips find his collar, while my hands unbutton him from his collared shirt. I pull it open, unveiling skin and muscle. My fingertips trace over every beautiful ridge of his abs, then the glorious sculpture of his chest.

I gaze up at his beautiful face, only to have those green eyes paying attention to his research. When he fails to pay attention, I douse his skin with dozens of kisses. I make sure I leave my mark.

Cato's mine now, and I'm his. These past few weeks have been nothing but a dream.

At once, Cato rolls the chair back. I slip between his legs as my lips fall lower. He grasps a hold of my blonde hair, holding it back as my hands dance over the buckle of his trousers.

He tilts my head up as the buckle gives way, and brushes his thumb against my lower lip. "Naughty girl," his hoarse voice coaxes with a smirk. "Where did the innocent Maureen I know go?"

I grip into his thighs. "It looks like you want this."

"I do," he rolls his head back and guides me down towards the place where he desires my lips most. "Have your way with me."

* * * * *

I clip up the final bedsheet. The morning sun warms my skin, and the birds whistle through the quiet air.

Well, almost quiet.

Cato followed me out here to start helping me hang up the linens, but he got distracted with a call. Instead of listening to the birds, I follow the melody of his voice. He speaks so suavely that I'm sure he could sell any idea he ever had.

Until his tone turns harsher.

"What do you mean?" he asks. I glance over my shoulder at him, only to see his expression suddenly grim, and that laughter he once held diminish. "There's still another month before construction on the new facility finishes—" he stops speaking, clearly cut off by another voice.

Those green eyes find my gaze for only a second, but he breaks it.

"Don't do anything until I arrive," Cato urges. "We'll figure this shit out somehow, but we're not killing it."

The voice on the other end counteracts him.

"Add more levels of security. Do what you need, but keep it alive. Do you understand?"

He hangs up his communicator and wanders over to me. He looks a little defeated. I'm not sure how in the world I can even help him. Judging by the way those green eyes suddenly darken, I think he has a few ideas up his sleeve.

He takes me by the waist, spinning our bodies around until he's wedged me up against a tree. Just like that, the frustrated Cato I saw on the call transforms into this seductive man.

He smirks like the devil, and I burst out in laughter. "Cato, it sounds like you need to be somewhere else."

"I need to be right here with you. They can wait the time it takes for me to get there."

"Do we have to do it here?" I breathe, scanning the garden. It's empty, and the bedsheets act as a shield.

We've done this before, him and I.

Except we've never finished what we've started.

He takes a hold of my thighs and lifts me up so I straddle his waist. "I think you're ready for me to be rough and fuck you against the tree," he whispers in my ear, biting along the curve of it.

Oh damn him. Heat pools between my legs as I clench my thighs. With one tug, his drawers drop, and his ass and frontal are revealed in the sunlight. He hikes up my maid's dress.

"What if Clotilde comes out here?" I hiss.

"I own the estate," he murmurs as he strips my shoulders bare. He kisses the skin until he cranes his lips into my neck. "I can do whatever I desire."

He's just lucky I adore him. No, maybe I do love him.

Cato gives me a moment. "If you aren't in the mood, I can stop—"

"No," I peck his lips. "Fuck me against the tree."

He doesn't give me the chance to breathe before he's deep inside of me. He groans with pleasure as my legs tighten around his torso. My breath gives way as my body adjusts to his impressive size. You'd think I'd be used to it by now with the amount of times Cato and I find ourselves together. Certainly these past few weeks have been nothing but a honeymoon.

When I sigh, Cato starts to thrust. "You're not one to curse," he murmurs.

I kiss his lips. "Faster."

He slows down. Asshole. "Greedy, aren't you?"

"Please, Cato..."

He crooks a brow. Damn him. He wants me to curse.

"Fuck faster," I pant.

This time, he obeys. With every motion, he juts me deeper against the tree, and I can feel the coarse bark leave imprints against my skin, intricate designs for his nails to scathe. Cato forces my hands up above my head as his lips take control. Just like that, I become a marionette on a string, and he can make me bend any way he desires.

It's not long until we're both unwinding in each other's arms at the same time. He frees my hands, and I can't help but give his fine bare ass a quick squeeze.

He pants heavily. "That was..."

"Incredible," I breathe out.

How come I didn't let him do that sooner?

He pulls out and fixes himself, and I find myself doing the same.

Cato blushes as he pulls up his pants. "Do you need help getting cleaned up or—"

"I can make do," I lower my dress and give him quick kiss on the cheek. "It sounds like you still need to be elsewhere."

He runs a hand through his messy chestnut curls. "Yeah, I should get going, shouldn't I?"

"You can see me again tonight."

"Tonight," he flashes a wink. "Just be prepared to stay up all night."

We part ways. Him to wherever his research and scientific duty calls him, and mine to the bathroom. As I lather the soap up between my legs, my mind only fixates on him. He has those green eyes, that playful aura, and that charming smile. I feel like I'm cloud nine, like nothing can break us down.

How can a love like this ever be stopped?

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You know, writing smut takes a lot of energy. But enjoy this for all those Cato lovers.

There is only like, 10 chapters left I think? That could very well change though. Plus I'm thinking of writing some bonus chapters :) And I might edit the book after... 

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