No one would ever think to look for her in the woods!
. . . from what?
Duke knew why he was feeling weird and distracted today, but it hadn't occurred to him that other people might be, too. He kind of just figured it was hormonal thing or something.
Duke's first response was entirely too accidentally on the nose to actually send.
should we postpone the camping trip?
Because he really couldn't guarantee he wouldn't turn into the adult equivalent of a teenage dirtbag in that kind proximity to her, and he'd promised not to try to push anything she wasn't ready for.
Duke considered that carefully, picturing the two of them, curled up in a single sleeping bag in a cozy little tent, far from any people . . . or porgs. . . .
And had to take a moment to adjust himself, letting out a little growl as he did.
No But it's a very sexy situation and I don't want to make you uncomfortable
... And really unhelpful mental images that somehow made her both wish she'd called him instead and yet somehow feel grateful she hadn't, because grasping at the right words was difficult enough.
That set off some more mental images, resulting in another growl from Duke and a fervent wish she were on his boat right now instead of off in the woods.
He leaned back in his seat for a moment, eyes closed, and just let the horny side of his brain just run rampant for a few moments, since keeping it on a leash apparently just wasn't in the cards this week. It . . . didn't help, no.
I'd be happy to I'd that s whT to u want
And yes, that was rather a worse spelled text than he normally sent. The joys of very quick, distracted phone typing. At least autocorrect didn't stick anything too weird in there.
Yeah, Octavia had to take a moment to squint at her phone, deciphering that. And then another, to wonder at how his spelling had gone that badly to trash so quickly. Which... yes, produced some vivid thoughts that made her swear under her breath and push away from the tree again, like pacing around would actually do something.
Great plan, Octavia, spending all day away from people only to eventually text the one person absolutely guaranteed to wreck any progress you'd made!
And calling him was probably an even worse idea.
But she was doing it anyway. She was just -- saving him from typing, and herself from having way too many thoughts about his trashed focus. Totally.
At the moment he was just glad she hadn't decided he'd had a stroke.
Duke let out a low, relieved breath. "Well alright then." A beat. ". . . Were you thinking that way before the island basically slipped us both an aphrodisiac?"
If they went for this and she regretted it later, he was going to feel awful.
Octavia managed a snort. "Since New Year's, at latest," she admitted. "Right moment just hasn't come up, 'cause whenever it might have, at least one of us has been drunk or painfully hungover or something."
Which included having an uncomfortable run-in with someone that had left him devastated and her feeling vaguely like she'd wanted to crawl out of her skin for a few days afterwards.
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Are you?
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And kind of uselessly, to boot.
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. . . from what?
Duke knew why he was feeling weird and distracted today, but it hadn't occurred to him that other people might be, too. He kind of just figured it was hormonal thing or something.
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Hiding from a place while still being in it was, well...
In case you're wondering, it doesn't actually work
Because she couldn't separate her body from her mind.
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Surely, surely his own mood couldn't be the island's fault!
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She was going to be so jealous if it turned out he was immune to this.
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FEEL WHAT
The world was just determined to fuck with him today, wasn't it.
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Octavia heaved a sigh, and leaned against a tree as she tried to decide on the right words.
Like with the mistletoe
Except instead of a plant it's your body that's insistent
And instead of kissing it wants way more
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Excuse that delay in answering, Octavia, Duke was beating his phone into his head.
please say that means it only lasts a day. Tomorrow we can have sentient chocolate hearts or something, right?
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Guess today wasn't a day for Octavia attempting to be reassuring.
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should we postpone the camping trip?
Because he really couldn't guarantee he wouldn't turn into the adult equivalent of a teenage dirtbag in that kind proximity to her, and he'd promised not to try to push anything she wasn't ready for.
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Octavia didn't entirely manage to track the logic behind his question back out to that, though, so she found herself lightly frowning at her phone.
Do you want to?
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And had to take a moment to adjust himself, letting out a little growl as he did.
No
But it's a very sexy situation and I don't want to make you uncomfortable
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There was another longer pause. Hesitation.
... And really unhelpful mental images that somehow made her both wish she'd called him instead and yet somehow feel grateful she hadn't, because grasping at the right words was difficult enough.
If anything, you're the solution
Or you could be
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He leaned back in his seat for a moment, eyes closed, and just let the horny side of his brain just run rampant for a few moments, since keeping it on a leash apparently just wasn't in the cards this week. It . . . didn't help, no.
I'd be happy to I'd that s whT to u want
And yes, that was rather a worse spelled text than he normally sent. The joys of very quick, distracted phone typing. At least autocorrect didn't stick anything too weird in there.
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Great plan, Octavia, spending all day away from people only to eventually text the one person absolutely guaranteed to wreck any progress you'd made!
And calling him was probably an even worse idea.
But she was doing it anyway. She was just -- saving him from typing, and herself from having way too many thoughts about his trashed focus. Totally.
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He was not proud of that last text.
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"Hi." Her voice sounded extra raspy. She ended up clearing her throat, before adding, almost hurriedly, "And, I do." A beat. "Want that."
She was so smooth.
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Duke let out a low, relieved breath. "Well alright then." A beat. ". . . Were you thinking that way before the island basically slipped us both an aphrodisiac?"
If they went for this and she regretted it later, he was going to feel awful.
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Which included having an uncomfortable run-in with someone that had left him devastated and her feeling vaguely like she'd wanted to crawl out of her skin for a few days afterwards.
Just small hurdles like that.
"The island's just making it... obvious."
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Maybe his mom was good for something after all.
"It's definitely doing that," Duke said. "Then yeah. Let's do the camping trip. We'll just maybe do a little less fishing than we initially planned."
Fishing was great and all, but there were so many more fun things they could try.
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A beat.
"Also because food's pretty vital to burning energy like that."
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It would do no such thing.
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