The Cape Rouge, Port of Fandom, Monday

[betterthanaplan]

Right. So. This morning was a thing that had happened. On the one hand, Octavia seemed ready to talk, finally. On the other, it felt like Duke had just played "swap the important person in your life who's pissed at you".

"I'll make some coffee," Duke said, leading Octavia into the galley. "And . . . breakfast? Maybe?"

[for the girl]

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[okteiviakom]

Octavia had had being mindful of the tattoo in the thoughts when she'd gotten in here. Not so much now.

She gave a tiny nod.

"Okay."

But first, she was going to kiss him. Just to steal that moment before they got back to other things. Or before she lost the nerve to.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke leaned into that kiss, almost hungrily.

He’d missed this so much.

[okteiviakom]

Even with the weekend they'd just had?

Yeah, Octavia could relate. So much so that she found herself pushing him against the wall because hunger invited hunger, and she had missed him.

[betterthanaplan]

Yes. Because doing this as an adult who loved her was a much different—much better—experience than doing it as a teen who thought she was hot.

Shower make-outs might not be entirely in the spirit of the breathing room they’d both agreed they needed, but Duke wasn’t about to point that out. He was going to stay here in this moment as long as he could.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia thought it was kind of a given that the breathing room thing wouldn't kick in until later, anyway. And despite what his brain tried to tell him, she hadn't asked for a break.

And right now, her foolish brain was of the mind that shower makeouts might even help.

But after a moment... okay, several, she pulled back to catch her breath. "Okay," she sighed. "Rinsing off, then leg, then... We see what happens."

She was going to make him put his hands on her leg. She already knew what would happen.