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.
Octavia looked up towards the treetops for a little moment. "Hey," she said then, tone a bit softer. "You... wanted to, too, even before the island started getting pushy about it, right?"
She was well aware he had way fewer hang-ups about this than she did. But checking in (and getting reassurance, though she'd be reluctant to admit that was a part of it) rarely seemed like a bad idea.
"I assure you, that pun was entirely intended," Duke said with a chuckle. "Right, so. We, uh. We waiting for the camping trip to do this, or do you wanna have our first time in a bed?" He frowned. ". . . Also, is this going to be your first time? No judgement, just -- I don't know, I can walk you through things or something if it is."
It was really too bad Octavia had made a private decision to maybe not tell him she loved him every time she particularly felt it. Because this was definitely one of those moments.
Even if she snorted again. "It's not my first time," she said, with some stray bit of wryness. "It's just been a long time."
"Good know," Duke said. "Alright then. So . . . do you wanna come over? Or you want to keep hanging out on the preserve? Again, no judgement either way. I can -- sort myself out in the meantime."
"Hot," Octavia replied, gently teasing because she could. Which was a good sign, really! Meant she was comfortable.
...Ish.
She sighed.
She really, really wanted to come over, to the point where she could practically feel his skin against hers, and his mouth on -- anyway. But she'd also put in a lot of effort towards not being a puppet for her urges today, just like she had the last two times, and even though things were different this time around... She wasn't ready to give in just yet.
Because she was a stubborn fool, sometimes. "It's only been a day," she said, after a long pause, sounding vaguely like she regretted it even as she said it. "I don't feel like giving in to the island yet."
Duke let out a small sigh -- kept small mostly for her benefit, since he really didn't want her to think he was pressuring her. "Waiting it is," he said. "The anticipation will just make it that much sweeter."
He was going to keep telling himself that. As firmly as possible.
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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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Well, it was a nice thought, anyway.
Octavia looked up towards the treetops for a little moment. "Hey," she said then, tone a bit softer. "You... wanted to, too, even before the island started getting pushy about it, right?"
She was well aware he had way fewer hang-ups about this than she did. But checking in (and getting reassurance, though she'd be reluctant to admit that was a part of it) rarely seemed like a bad idea.
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"Sorry."
She did not sound sorry.
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"Hey, it's easy to be patient. You know, when the island isn't screwing with us."
Also, they'd never talked about being exclusive, so he could get his jollies elsewhere as needed.
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Octavia snorted. "Kind of an unfortunate choice of words, snogon."
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Even if she snorted again. "It's not my first time," she said, with some stray bit of wryness. "It's just been a long time."
And, you know. Just the one guy, even back then.
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...Ish.
She sighed.
She really, really wanted to come over, to the point where she could practically feel his skin against hers, and his mouth on -- anyway. But she'd also put in a lot of effort towards not being a puppet for her urges today, just like she had the last two times, and even though things were different this time around... She wasn't ready to give in just yet.
Because she was a stubborn fool, sometimes. "It's only been a day," she said, after a long pause, sounding vaguely like she regretted it even as she said it. "I don't feel like giving in to the island yet."
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He was going to keep telling himself that. As firmly as possible.
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She knew she was choosing to suffer, after all.
"And startle the wildlife worse," she replied, more idly than she felt. "At least Wednesday's going to be amazing."
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