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]

"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.