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]

"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."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia shook her head, then kissed the spot she'd just been teasing with her teeth.

And put her hand over the center of his chest. Patted it twice, once for each syllable as she said them.

"Tom-bom."

[betterthanaplan]

Duke let out a soft whine that turned into a laugh halfway through.

"Ah. So . . . definitely dirty."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia snorted. Right by his ear, so, sorry about that.

"If that's what's in your heart, then sure."

[betterthanaplan]

"I may be influenced by certain . . . circumstances," Duke admitted. He turned his head to start returning the favor against her jawline. "Just a little."

[okteiviakom]

"Are the circumstances in your pants?" Octavia drawled, as she tipped her head to the side just a little.

[betterthanaplan]

"The circumstances are on my lap," Duke said. "And most recently were nibbling on my ear."

[okteiviakom]

Another soft snort. Her fingers curled in his shirt. "And you just didn't dare blame me directly?"

[betterthanaplan]

"Well. You're not always nibbling on my ear," Duke said. "Hence . . . circumstances."

[okteiviakom]

Let's be honest, Octavia hadn't been nibbling on his ear a whole lot in the recent past, had she?

Trying to make up for that with a quick sneak attack at his neck now, though. She'd had enough practice getting (re-)acquainted with his sensitive spots there, at least.

"I'll show you circumstances."

[betterthanaplan]

"Oooo, yes please," Duke said, laughing again. "Let's do that."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gave his neck another nip, before shifting a little on his lap and turning his head so she could kiss him. Kind of aggressively, really.

The cure for her panic was to feel as close to him as she could.

And, well. Their dinner was doomed to get cold.