Octavia Blake (
okteiviakom) wrote2021-06-07 05:07 pm
Entry tags:
The Cape Rouge, Port of Fandom, Monday Afternoon
Maybe Octavia was still trying to cling to some kind of a vacation vibe. Or maybe it just genuinely felt like the kind of day for her to sit out on the deck of the Rouge with a book in hand.
Either way, there she was, after the weird water-based class. Reading, while a few of the ship's porgs waddled around. So far, they seemed to have taken the hint that the book was not something edible, and therefore shouldn't be that interesting to them.
[ooc: Open, though may be occasionally slow due to recuperating from work. ET: Goes NSFW wayyyy down in the comments.]
Either way, there she was, after the weird water-based class. Reading, while a few of the ship's porgs waddled around. So far, they seemed to have taken the hint that the book was not something edible, and therefore shouldn't be that interesting to them.
[ooc: Open, though may be occasionally slow due to recuperating from work. ET: Goes NSFW wayyyy down in the comments.]

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"Well," she murmured. "If it's worth doing at all, it's worth doing well. And making you feel good... It's worth it."
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Then exhaled. "I... believe you."
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He kissed her hair.
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"And I really am sorry about being a dick, earlier."
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"Guess I can do that with more than just sucking all the energy out of you."
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You don't say, Tavi.
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Come on, Octavia. Talk to him about it.
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"I feel like someone's fishing for details."
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She pressed a soft kiss to his lips, then gave a thoughtful little hum. "I liked it," she murmured. Just to start. "Both parts. Being in control. Not being entirely in control."
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So, not just a one-off.
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It was a rhetorical question, really.
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Had left enough bruises to know that.
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But she didn't.
"I like the reminder," she said. "That I'm not always the strongest one."
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Pretty close to that, in fact.
"But," she continued, a little lighter, "it just feels good, too."
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He swept his hand through her hair breezily.
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And her next words were soft, too. Like she was pondering them as she said them. "I liked you fucking my mouth."
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