Luke's, Friday after hours

[betterthanaplan]

In an attempt to feel less like their new "space" arrangement was actually a break-up in disguise, Duke and Octavia were having a date tonight.

At Duke's closed down diner. Look, restaurants that were open to the public were not for everyone, okay?

He'd busted his ass to make the place look a little less diner-y and a little more romantic. Most of the tables had been cleared aside and the whole place was lit by candle light, scattered across every surface. He'd made a meal heavy on the fruit, with salmon and pineapple kabobs and Caribbean confetti rice and pan-fried banana for dessert. The champagne cocktails were maybe a bit overboard for a "first date", but Duke didn't care.

Look, he only gave his romantic side free reign on rare occasions. When it happened, he went all out, okay?

[for the one!]

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[betterthanaplan]

"To say the least. You really thought I was rejecting you?"

[okteiviakom]

"No," Octavia muttered. Only, then she had to amend it to, "Not really."

A part of her had just jumped to terror.

"It's not that simple, jaka."

[betterthanaplan]

"Nothing ever is," Duke said ruefully. "And there's no rush on anything, you know that, right? We have time."

You know, assuming Lucifer didn't run off again for some reason. Or Haven didn't decide it was time to yank Duke back. Or the island didn't try to kill any of them again. . . .

[okteiviakom]

"Doesn't feel like it." Well, hadn't felt like it, anyway. In that first moment.

Her fingers played with the ends of his hair.

"Can you tell me more about how you feel?"

[betterthanaplan]

"About Luce?" Duke asked. He gave her waist a little squeeze as he tilted his head thoughtfully. "I mean. . . . It's comfortable. Spending time with him. And he's extremely hot, obviously. But also . . . I like that we can make him comfortable, you know? I like that I can do that for both of you."

[okteiviakom]

"I don't think I've been making him comfortable lately," Octavia muttered.

That didn't mean she didn't see his point.

[betterthanaplan]

"This might help with that," Duke said. "If it's a, uh. Sexual tension thing. He promised not to hit on you, right? Maybe he's being careful not to, and that's making things awkward?"

[okteiviakom]

"Maybe," Octavia said. "I don't know."

Her fingers tangled further in his hair.

"Maybe I've just messed up."

[betterthanaplan]

"I doubt that," Duke said. "How would you have messed up?"

[okteiviakom]

"I don't know, Duke." Which was to say she didn't have the words for it. "Everything's hard, lately."

Ha, 'lately'.

[betterthanaplan]

"I know." Duke gave her another squeeze. "I wish Claire was answering. Have you tried talking to Dr. Linda, maybe?"

[okteiviakom]

Octavia shook her head. It turned into nuzzling the side of his.

"I don't think she's my type for this."

[betterthanaplan]

"Still. You need someone. Someone who's not all tied up in all of it, like I am."

[okteiviakom]

"I know."

It even went with the 'space' thing.

"I'll look," she muttered. "I just -- wish Claire would pick up."

[betterthanaplan]

"Yeah," Duke agreed. "I'd say I should go check on her, but, uh. I'm pretty sure there are multiple people on this island who would tie me to a chair if I tried."

[okteiviakom]

"And one of them's sitting on you," Octavia noted, trying for a lighter tone, and not really hitting it. "I would not make any sudden moves towards Haven."

[betterthanaplan]

"You would be first in line to tie me down," Duke agreed. "And the most fun."

[okteiviakom]

For that, and after a brief hesitation, Octavia pressed a soft kiss against his temple.

And then another, against his cheek.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke closed his eyes and leaned into her touch, a soft hum sounding from the back of his throat.

"So . . . we're okay? Not great maybe, but okay?"

[okteiviakom]

Octavia nuzzled her face into the crook of his neck. "We're okay enough, jaka."

She didn't currently feel like running away. Or like he was going to do it, either.

She pressed a kiss against his neck. "I love you."

[betterthanaplan]

Duke tilted his head to give her more room. "Ai hod yu in seimtaim."

[okteiviakom]

It was room Octavia was more than willing to make use of. Eager, even, in her own, slow way, letting her lips brush various parts of his neck.

"Ai hod em in taim yu chich ai op gon Trig."

[betterthanaplan]

"Sha, gona," Duke said on a sigh. "That's why I do it."

[okteiviakom]

"I should teach you more," Octavia muttered. "Den yu na biyo diyo raun yu melon."

She was nipping at the edge of his earlobe.

"En raun yu tombom."

[betterthanaplan]

"Melon is head?" Duke guessed. He was a bit distracted by what she was doing against his neck and ear for any proper language lessons just now, but he couldn't help at least try a little. "I'm going to assume tombom is dirty."