I present to you a new October challenge for artists I like to call it Ocktober, it's when you draw Alfred Molina's Doc Ock with his tits out every day of the month
The rain seemed to be going on forever these days. She couldn’t do much this weekend as it was supposed to be raining on and off. She turned on the TV looking for something to watch when she heard a familiar tap on her balcony doors. She waited and when she heard it again she got up and opened the doors. Otto Octavious or Doc Ock as the papers called him walking in quickly with one of the arms closing the door behind him. He took his sunglasses off and she saw that he looked sad.
“What’s wrong?”
“I just wanted to see you.” He said quietly. She hugged him and gasped.
“Otto, you’re soaked! Come on, let’s get these dry.” She says trying to take his coat.
“You don’t…”
“Zip it.” She snapped. “You’re staying here tonight. You know I got some extra clothes for you.” She said.
“Alright.” He relented with a small smile. Once he changed she put what clothes she could into the dryer for him. She made him some hot tea with a little extra honey before she sat down with him with extra blankets on.
“What’s wrong Otto?” She asked again.
“I just…I just missed you.” He said. He pulled her into his arms and rested his head on her chest as she held him. The arms wrapped around them protectively. “The rain…it’s so cold…it makes me feel lonely.” He whispers.
“I’m not going anywhere Otto.” She said sincerely.
“I know…but I’ve been busy. I haven’t seen you in a while.” He said. “I’m sorry about that.”
“It’s alright. I see you in the paper.” She teases. “Maybe I can come see you one of these days?” She suggested.
“No, it’s too dangerous.” He says. She reluctantly nods. Now he pulls her in so her head is on his chest now. He smiles as he feels nice and warm. He kisses the top of her head. He just wants to stay with her as the world goes by. “Sometimes it’s too quiet in the lab. It’s not the same as here.” He said looking out the window.
“You miss the city?”
“A little bit…just the background noise. I keep thinking I’m hearing things when I’m not.”
“I do that all the time.” She nods. He rubs her back gently and she lets out a soft hum.
“I just want to touch you…feel you…feel the warmth of another person.” She inched up as close as she could to him and rubbed at his chest and shoulders. He buried his face into her neck and smelled the lavender soap on her. He clutched her tightly as if she could disappear if he let go. The arms helped him up as he carried her into the bedroom. They curled up under the sheets and Otto just held her. “I missed this.” He whispered.
“Me too.”
He kisses her tenderly and caresses her face. They hold each other for the rest of the night. She falls asleep before him, but Otto doesn’t mind. The rain keeps falling but it doesn’t bother him now, not with her beside him.
