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Feb 8, 2016

↠ the way you move

INVOLVED → Raven Reyes & Octavia Blake.

LOCATION → Raven’s Apartment.

TIME FRAME → Saturday (2.8.2016).

AUTHOR’S NOTE → 11k words. That’s all.

She couldn't sleep, she never could. At least not lately...or since meeting Octavia Blake. That girl had made such an impact on Raven Reyes it couldn't even be considered funny anymore. The two were best friends, but that didn't stop Raven from wanting more. Those nights of comforting the other girl when her abusive boyfriend would go off? Those nights when they would open up to each other in the most intimate way? When kisses were stolen in the darkness of Raven's room and fingers would brush the exposed skin of the other? It had only made Raven's affection towards Octavia turn to love.

Not that it mattered.

In the years that they had known each other Raven had never been able to get Octavia to break away from Lincoln. It had angered her at first: why did she want to be with someone like that? Some that took her for granted and did nothing but hurt her? And it had made Raven considered breaking ties with Octavia for the well being of her own mental health.

It had never happened.

Even the thought of it broke Raven's heart, and maybe it was then that she realized what those feelings she had for Octavia were. She couldn't stand to be away from her for one night, how would she be able to break ties forever? It was another reason that she could never sleep. It was the exact reason why she was looking at the red numbers on her alarm clock that told her that it was 2:17 in the morning. She should have been sleeping.

She should have been resting for the interview that she would be having in a few hours. But she wasn't.

Her cheek stung in a way it hadn’t in exactly two months and fifteen days. They had been doing so good, so right. Of course, Octavia should have saw that coming to an end, it always did, didn’t it? She and Lincoln would always be doing ‘good’ and doing ‘right’ until one day, just one out-of-the-blue moment, she’d do something wrong or say the wrong thing and some part of her body would be left reeling from the impact. Usually, he stayed away from her face, usually he’d leave fingerprints against the skin of her arm or deep purple marks against her thigh.

But not tonight.

Tonight was a cheek night and once again, just like always, Octavia found herself climbing the staircase to her best friend’s apartment at a quarter after two in the morning, digging into her coat pocket for the spare key Raven had given to her in case of emergencies. She ended up using it a lot more than either of them probably intended. Her feet spared no time in getting her to the girl’s door, but she halted in front of it for just a moment.

Fingers clenched tightly around the key. Jaw squared in determination. Throat raw from swallowing tears that were threatening to spill from her eyes. I am not afraid.

Finally, Octavia pulled the key from her pocket and slid it into the lock, twisting the knob and pushing the door open. She was greeted with a darkened apartment which didn’t surprise her. It was two in the morning after all. But, just like always, she slid the door shut, put the lock back into place, and made her way through the apartment by memory alone, shucking her coat onto the couch as she passed it. Her movements led her to Raven’s bedroom, and at last, the tears fell, creating hot tracks over her still-stinging cheek. She knew a bruise had quickly formed on swollen skin and she was thankful for the darkness cloaked over them.

Despite her initial expectation, Raven was awake, head resting against her pillow with bright, digital numbers reflecting against her brown eyes. Octavia’s bottom lip quivered and she sniffed once, peeking in through the doorway in an attempt not to catch the girl off guard. “Rae?”

The small fan in the corner of the bedroom circulated a light breeze as kept her eyes focused on the clock, watching as each minute ticked by, the same routine that she had practiced for years. Typically within an hour and a half her vision would finally become blurry and her eyelids would grow heavy until she could no longer keep them opened any longer.

That's probably how it would have gone tonight, at least it would have had she never heard that sniffle. Immediately her eyes turned to the doorway where she could just make out the outline of her best friend. It was a sight that should have sent a wave of happiness through Raven- but it didn't. She knew without having to ask that Octavia wasn't here for a visit, or here for a reason other than the one she didn't want to hear. Her eyelids instinctively fell shut as made a quick wish that Octavia was not hurt.

Raven pulled herself up into a sitting position, opening her eyes as she reached over to switch the bedside lamp on, letting a dim light flood the room.

And then she looked over to Octavia.

The bruise was noticeable, the purple coloring standing out against her pale tear streaked cheek. "Are you fucking kidding me?" She said out loud, anger clear in her tone as she got out of her bed.

She was dressed in a dark red tank top and black shorts, her hair pulled back by a scrunchie in a low pony tail. When she reached the other girl her hands immediately went to rest on either shoulder.

"What happened? Are you okay?" She shook her head, one hand moving to brush back a strand of hair from the other girl's face. "Nevermind, I know what happened. And I'm going to kill him."

Raven had been expecting something to happen- it had been too long since the last incident- and she had known it would likely be worse than the last time, but for him to strike her on the face? Where it would be visible? He had gone too far. Everytime was too far for Raven.

She let go of Octavia and turned to the closet where a jacket hung on the doorknob. She pulled it off and began to put it on.

Maybe her tough front was a way to mask how much seeing Octavia like this destroyed her. She wanted nothing more than to get her away from Lincoln, to get her safe.......and the more selfish reason: to get her to be completely hers.

Octavia knew Raven had noticed her when the low light flickered on and she blinked against the harshness, eyes already aching and puffy from the tears that spilled from them. When her vision adjusted, the brunette was in front of her, soft hands gripping her shoulders, and she knew there was no avoiding the large imprint on her cheek. Why hadn’t she covered it up before she came here?

Even though she wanted to relish in the feel of Raven’s hand brushing a loose strand of hair back, she couldn’t because her friend had now vacated the space near her, favoring putting on a jacket and mumbling death threats instead. It sent Octavia into a panic and she found herself struggling past the breath caught in her throat. Her lips open and closed, as though she were born a fish on land instead of a Blake, and her heart beat wildly against her ribcage. A million thoughts rampaged her mind.

Nothing good would come from Raven going over there.

Lincoln didn’t mean it, she just upset him.

It was her fault.

“Raven.” A watery word finally forced its way past the breath lodged firmly in her throat and she found the will to move, darting forward and placing her hands against Raven’s waist, attempting to stop any motivation to step out of the apartment.

She shook her head even though the girl couldn’t see her. “Please don’t. He didn’t mean it… I swear. It was my fault. Just… just calm down.” Her fingers gripped against Raven’s waist as though it was her lifeline, as though she had nothing else grounding her besides the feeling of her touch against a familiar dark red tank top. Octavia sighed and rested her forehead against the back of the brunette’s shoulder, eyes closed tightly against the salty tears. “Don’t go anywhere.”

Raven didn't hear her name being said. She was so ready to kill Lincoln, to make him stop hurting Octavia for once and for all. How she would do it, she didn't know. She didn't own a gun, but she did have access to a knife. Maybe she could catch him off guard, stab him until he quit moving and---

Oh. Warm hands had taken up residence on her waist. Warm hands that made her pause. Warm hands that had the ability to make her melt. Warm hands that----

Wait. What was Octavia saying? That it was /her/ fault? "O....you know that isn't true," she spoke the words softly, her own hands moving to cover the ones that rested on her waist. "I don't care what you do, it doesn't ever give him the right to hurt you." He had been doing this to her for far too long, she had put up with it for far too long.

A weight pressed against the back of her shoulder prompted Raven to grasp Octavia's hands, to lift them from their place on her waist.

She had to go. She had to go before Octavia said something that would prevent her from leaving, before she said something that would ensure Raven would not be able to leave her that night.

Before she said--- oh. Before she said something like that.

They were just three simple words, but they were three simple words that managed to cut through that fury that she felt towards Lincoln.

Of course she wouldn't go anywhere. She couldn't, not when Octavia asked her not to. It was a weakness, her inability to say no to this girl

She nodded in the dark. "Okay. Okay, I won't go anywhere."

At least, she wouldn't until Octavia was asleep.

Raven turned around, keeping her hands wrapped around Octavia's. "Come on," she murmured softly, tugging her over to the bed.

Her hands were lifted from their place on Raven’s waist and her forehead pressed deeper against the girl’s shoulder, as if that would do any better to keep her there. For a moment, it felt like everything stopped. Time no longer ticked on, her heart no longer thudded, her breath clogged her throat. The air in the room felt heavy and hot and a thin layer of sweat broke out against Octavia’s skin as her panic reached its peak.

Raven wasn’t going to listen to her.

But then, a head nodded and a ponytail skimmed her untouched cheek and the world continued on. A strangled breath that had been held far too long fell from her lips as Raven spoke and their positions changed. Hands were still wrapped around hers, but it didn’t make facing her best friend within the dim light of her room any easier. Octavia could only imagine how bad she looked if it set the girl off like that.

She allowed herself to be pulled toward the bed and it made her realize just how much she wanted to be in Raven’s arms.

“Thank you,” Octavia whispered, pausing beside the bed to remove her hands from comforting tanned ones to glide across the brunette’s shoulders and push the jacket she had put on backward, until it was sliding from her arms and dropping to the floor. She breathed easily then, no longer afraid that Raven would disappear on her to go avenge something that didn’t need avenging. Sometimes, things just got out of hand. Lincoln had been having a rough time lately- she couldn’t blame him for that. Everyone goes through a rough time here and there.

Gently, she pressed her lips to Raven’s cheek before stepping back and lifting the blankets to climb into the bed she knew so well. Octavia melted into the mattress as she waited for Raven to join her, glad that she had already been dressed for bed in an old pair of Lincoln’s high school sweatpants and a plain tee when she stormed out of the house.

“I didn’t wake you up, did I?

It would be a lie to say that even the smallest glimpse of the mark on her best friend's cheek didn't infuriate her. Even in the dim light that certainly couldn't be showing her the full extent of the damage she could feel her blood boiling. How dare he continue to put his hands on her? How dare he make her cry? But she also knew that it didn't matter. It had been going on long enough for Raven to know that Octavia would always blame herself.

She watched as the other girl stopped at the side of the bed and proceeded to push Raven's jacket down her shoulders. It slid off easily and hit her heels.

"You're welcome." The words were quiet, controlled as Octavia's lips brushed her cheek- an act that only caused Raven's breath to hitch in her throat.

Damn this girl for having such power over her. No one had ever had this effect on Raven before. No one had been able to tell the girl who had always been so independent what to do. And they certainly had never had the ability to stop Raven once she put her mind to something.

Until Octavia, that is.

Raven watched as the other girl climbed into the bed before she used her foot to push the jacket away, crawling into the bed beside her.

Without thinking, Raven extended her arms and pulled Octavia closer to her, her lips pressing against her temple.

"No, you didn't wake me. I couldn't sleep."

Raven joined her and, at last, Octavia felt at ease. At least for the time being. Eventually, she’d go back home and Lincoln would apologize and shower her in nice things and gentle, fleeting touches and she’d forgive him, but she would never breathe as easily there as she did with Raven. The girl was her best friend, her comfort, her home. She gave her something that she couldn’t find anywhere else.

And since she gave, Octavia didn’t hesitate to take.

Open arms pulled her in and she scooted closer, tangling her legs with the girl’s instantly as her head ducked closely against Raven’s collarbone. A kiss was pressed against her skin and it drew another sigh from her lips; soft and grateful, so different from the strangled breaths that left her throat just minutes before.

Her body melded against the brunette’s, hands slipping beneath red material to rest on the smooth skin covering strong ribs. Maybe that’s how Raven stays so strong? Her ribs are so solid that, even when weak, her heart would never be able to tell anyone.

Octavia couldn’t think of a response to the answer she was given, so instead of saying anything and breaking the silence that had washed over them (minus the ridiculous fan Raven always used at bedtime) she nodded and decided to leave an open-mouthed kiss to her spot on the girl’s collarbone. It was only natural, to continue the act that they fell into every time Octavia showed up at her door with a fresh bruise and tear tracks on her cheeks.

It was needy, but never pushed.

Well, mostly. Sometimes she just wanted to forget about why she was there, about why she could feel waves of anger roll off of Raven in tsunamis. She wanted to forget and Raven was always willing to give.

So Octavia never hesitated to take.

It was so easy, so natural for Raven when Octavia was near. It was as if all of her movements were based on instininct and repetition. She always knew what it was that Octavia needed when she showed up in the middle of the night. She always knew what she needed when Lincoln went off the rails once again.

She always knew, because she always needed the same thing.

Not that she would ever admit that to anyone. No, she was fine with Octavia thinking that everything was done for her. Raven wasn't so sure if she wanted to admit to the selfishness behind her actions.

When she should have been talking Octavia into filing a report against Lincoln, or convincing her to let her take her to the hospital, she was laying in bed with the girl, their bodies tangled together as soft hands slipped beneath her tank top. They were such simple movements, small and yet each one sent chills through Raven. Each one made her heart beat that much faster.

She knew what Octavia needed and she knew what she wanted herself. It didn't take long for Raven to act on that, not when open lips could be felt on her collarbone in place of words.

But then, what words could really be said? Words didn't do much, they didn't mean much. Actions, on the other hand....actions said so much more.

A hand cupped Octavia'a chin, fingers tilting her head up and a feather light kiss was placed on the purple mark that brought her to the apartment. The other hand was sliding beneath the t-shirt so her fingers could feel rest against skin, so that they could move up to trace the outline of a bra.

A trail of kisses along her jawline and, finally, her lips stopped on Octavia's and she parted her lips, running her tongue across the other girl's as she prompted her to do the same.

Octavia felt her chin being tipped up, felt a barely-there kiss being placed against the bruise that would still mar her skin even when the feeling of Raven’s lips faded away. Her eyes squeezed shut and she swallowed hard, choking back the sob that threatened to escape her.

They didn’t open until the girl strayed from her injury and focused on her jawline instead. Fingers skimmed the outline of her bra and Octavia’s heart skipped a beat.

She tilted her head, allowing Raven better access on her way. She wanted more, she wanted it all. She always did. Probably always will. The movements were memorized, the feeling engrained in her every being. Years of this did that, years of this put them where they are now- where they are every time Lincoln loses his temper.

Lips landed on hers and a groan bubbled from her chest. Octavia granted Raven access immediately, hungrily latching onto the girl as though it was all she was born to do.

Maybe she was. Or maybe she was just here so she could forget.

Forgetting was all she needed right now.

Now determined to ignore the tears that pricked against the corners of her eyes, Octavia rolled over and situated herself above Raven, locking the girl between her legs as she held herself by a well-placed hand on either side of Raven’s head. She let herself get lost in the push and pull of the kiss before she placed one last bite to a plump bottom lip and leaned back, swiftly pulling her t-shirt over her head and tossing it somewhere onto the floor beside the bed.

Then, her lips found Raven’s again, and she pushed herself to kiss away the pain throbbing against her cheek with each movement.

Raven's tongue eagerly pushed into Octavia's mouth and ran against her tongue, grazed the roof of her mouth as her fingers continued to move against the outline of the bra.

And then, in a quick movement that put panic into Raven- was she not up for this tonight? was she having second thoughts?- Octavia's lips were pulled from Raven. This was only to be followed by another act that would release the panic.

The brunette had moved to sit on top of Raven, legs keeping her body in place beneath her (not that she had any plans of going anywhere). Raven's hand settled on Octavia's waist, her thumbs brushing against hipbones as her gaze locked onto Octavia, following the swift movement she made of removing her shirt.

Raven's heart skipped a beat.

It didn't matter how long this had been going on or how many times she had seen the other girl this way. It didn't matter if they had done this a hundred times before, because for Raven? For her it was like the first time all over again.

Her hands travelled up the girl's sides, hands slipping beneath the fabric of the bra before Octavia's lips were on her's once again.

It was as is if her hands fit perfectly around her breasts as she squeezed them, fingers brushing against the nipples before sliding out from under the fabric. The bra was only in her way.

Raven's lips were moving eagerly against Octavia's- she needed more, she wanted more and that only prompted her to bring her arms around Octavia, fingers working at the clasp on the bra so that it came undone, so that she could slide the article of clothing down Octavia's shoulders.

Octavia sighed contently against Raven’s mouth as hands found their way beneath her bra. There was no doubt in her mind, especially after years of continuing this act time and time again, that the brunette had hands that were probably sculpted by Greek Gods themselves. They were so different than Lincoln’s; softer, smaller, gentler.

Lincoln could be those things too. Sometimes, he’d spend hours exploring her body as if it were some precious treasure only just discovered.

It was never the same though. It never gave her the rush that Raven touching her did. He never caused her heart to beat so hard she believed it would burst from her chest at any moment. He never made her feel completely and utterly safe in handing herself over entirely.

That was all Raven; her best friend, her secret affair.

She heard the click of her bra coming undone and she allowed the girl beneath her to slide if from her arms, no doubt letting it join the increasing number of clothes scattering the floor. It wouldn’t be of any use anytime soon.

In a moment of need, one of Octavia’s hands grasped Raven’s, leading it back to the spot on her chest it had been occupying. Her lips move hastily from the brunette’s mouth and traveled down her jaw and to her throat, wasting no time in latching onto one of her favorite spots with a gentle bite. She knew there’d be a mark there tomorrow, matching the much larger one on her cheek. After nights like these, there always was.

When things had first started, it has been in an effort to distract Octavia, to make her focus on something other than Lincoln and his latest outburst of violence. Things had been hot and heavy, but feelings? There hadn't been any for Raven...not at first.

It was the increasing number of times that they would be falling into bed together, that they would be put into that intimate situation that would cause Raven to realize how she felt.

That she was in love with Octavia.

Of course that wasn't something that she would ever tell her. Why would she risk losing something like this just to admit feelings? She did, however, hint around it. She would try to get Octavia to leave Lincoln for more than just her being worried about her.

Octavia never left him though, and eventually Raven settled with the fact that she would never have Octavia more than she did on these nights. She accepted it, she let herself enjoy it just as she was now.

The bra fell to floor and her fingers were tracing the spine of the girl on top of her when she felt her hand being grasped, being pulled to rest on her breasts. It caused a small smirk to form against Octavia's lips as she expertly moved her fingers against her breast.

They brushed against Octavia's skin, curling around her before moving to her nipple and taking it between her finger and thumb, rolling it between the two digits as a small gasp escaped Raven in response to the gentle bite.

Octavia had very little she could actually control about her life. When her mom died, it was out of her control. When Bellamy decided to drop everything to raise her, it was out of her control. When Lincoln started building an addiction and giving into his temper by acting out physically, it was out of her control. The only things she ever really had control over were her career and, in moments like these, Raven.

Making her mark only helped remind her of that.

But, sometimes, she didn’t mind not having control. In fact, during times like these when Raven touched her in ways only she was allowed to, and made her feel in ways only she could… during these times, she allowed the girl to take control.

“Fuck,” Octavia mumbled, forehead pressed into the crook of Raven’s shoulder, momentarily distracted from soothing over the bite on the brunette’s neck by the attention tanned fingers offered her breasts. The action caused her back to arch in need and her hips knocked against Raven’s, spurring up a need that only grew as seconds passed.

She attempted to clear her mind and get back on task, but as her need grew stronger, her brain grew fuzzier and she was finding it difficult to focus on anything other than the feeling of Raven pressed against her.

Somehow, Octavia’s lips made the way up the girl’s neck and met her lips again, grinning for the first time that night as her hips rolled downward.

Octavia's reaction encouraged her to continue, to bring up her other hand so that she could provide attention to both of her breasts simultaneously.

It was her reaction that excited her, as it always did. It showed Raven that she had this power, the power to take her best friend's mind off of something so horrible. That she could make her react in a way that not many people got to see.

Lincoln did. And of course that had been an issue for Raven, it had been something that had sparked jealousy to develop towards him. She didn't want him to see Octavia like this, to see her react to carefully placed fingers and hungry lips. It had taken her a long time to work passed, and it still bugged her if she thought too much about it. So she didn't.

Instead she pressed her hips up and against Octavia, her hands dropping from her breasts to take hold of her, her thumbs dipping beneath the waistband of the sweatpants before moving to push Octavia back on the bed beside her, to lay her down so that she could move to straddle the other girl.

Raven's hands trailed up Octavia's abdomen as she leaned forward, a kiss pressed to her lips before moving down her jawline, her neck and collarbone, until finally the were brushing against Octavia's breast, her lips parting to take in the hardened nipple, tongue swirling around it.

She wasn’t sure when the power balance had been switched, but somehow her bare back ended up being pressed against cotton sheets and a Raven-sized weight settled on top of her. Octavia’s hands settled low on the girl’s hips for a moment, darkened blue eyes taking in the sight of her best friend hovering above her in the dim light of the room.

Octavia allowed herself to follow Raven’s script, to check out for just a moment and let pleasure be the only thing to touch her thoughts.

Lips ran over parts of her body that would be ringing with the feeling even hours after they settle into sleep. Her breathing picked up as she felt them trail closer to the spot that needed them most. Well, the spot that needed them second-most, but Octavia was always willing to compromise.

She swore Raven could feel her heart beating from her spot against her chest.

Her fingers grasped against Raven’s back, pressing against thin material instead of warm skin. There was no doubt that was something that had to change. And soon.

“Rae,” Octavia whispered lowly, partially interrupted by a gasp deep from somewhere deep inside of her. Hands gripped onto the girl’s tank top and she gave a tiny, but insistent, needy tug, hoping that Raven would get the idea without the words to back it up.

Her tongue danced in a variety of flicks and swirling motions, her mouth giving equal attention to both of her breasts. They were movements that didn't stop until she felt that tug at her tank top. It was done with the sort of desperation, the sort of need that Raven knew oh so well.

Too many clothes. Too much clothing was between them.

She was only happy to oblige Octavia's unspoken request. Her mouth broke free from her as she straightened up, fingers curling around the hem of her tank top as she pulled it up and over her head, tossing it carelessly to the side so that it fell into the pile beside the bed. With no bra on, they removal of her tank top left her own breasts exposed.

And then she was leaning down again, dropping quick kisses along her collarbone, down her chest. She continued to trail her lips down Octavia's body, covering what seemed like every inch of exposed skin until she reached the start of the sweatpants.

Raven slipped her fingers beneath the waistband, tugging the fabric down in a playful manner as she glanced up at Octavia, her lips curving up in a lazy smile.

Octavia was all too quick in letting a whine fall from her lips as Raven’s attention pulled away from her chest to shuck off her tank top, even though it was her who wished for the article to be removed in the first place.

The disappointment didn’t last long.

Bless the fact that her best friend very rarely wore a bra to bed.

Before she could let her hands wander, though, Raven was already leaning back down, lips trailing down her chest, which rose and fell with which heavy, anticipating breath, and her flat stomach, already covered by a thin sheen of sweat. In hindsight, the fan Raven always insisted on sleeping with wasn’t that bad of an idea.

She watched the girl trail her way to the waistband of her sweats through hooded eyes. The light was low, but gave her just enough visage to see Raven smile lazily up at her.

Her heart tightened at the sight and she attempted to swallow whatever feeling was threatening to spill, instead focusing her attention on lifting her hips in assistance.

That whine. It stayed with Raven, a good reminder of how much of an impact she was able to cause the girl beneath her. The sound made her almost giddy and it no doubt spurred her on.

The force of the tug on the sweatpants increased and, with Octavia lifting her hips in assistance, Raven rolled the fabric down her legs, pulling it off of her and letting it fall onto the growing pile of clothes.

Next, Raven sat back, her hands gripping the waistband of her own shorts and pushing them down her legs, making it so that the only clothing that either of them had left on were their panties.

Not that that would probably last too much longer.

Raven leaned forward again, her hands gently pushing Octavia's legs opened and her mouth settling in her inner thigh as if there had been some sort of magnetic pull guiding her.

Gentle kisses and a few nips at the skin of Octavia's inner thigh were placed before she moved her own body up, her hand brushing against the fabric covering the other girl as kisses were being trailed back up Octavia's body until their lips met.

Octavia allowed Raven to slide her sweatpants down and off of her, relishing in the cool air hitting her exposed skin. She was burning up and there was something more than Raven’s insane body heat to blame for it.

She watched as the brunette’s shorts came off too, tongue gliding over her own lips in approval.

Raven moved Octavia’s legs further apart and she let her without argument. Her ears flushed when she realized just how wet she was. The girl above her had to take notice. Although she did doubt Raven felt cockiness at that too. It was crazy, how much she could make Octavia a complete and utter mess for her.

Fingers moved to tangle in Raven’s hair, surely messing up the ponytail that hung low against her head. Nails ran against the girl’s scalp gently before following her movement upward. A protest was silenced as plump lips melted against hers and a hand brushed across the last fabric barrier remaining.

The teasing movement caused a low groan to bubble in her throat, vibrating against Raven’s lips as her body searched for more contact. A hand dropped from soft hair and cupped around a supple breast, thumb swiping over a hardening nipple.

Octavia was very rarely a bottom. For some reason, she just always preferred to be on top, being on top meant you had the upperhand and how could you argue with that? But, with Raven she found herself wanting different things. Sometimes she fought for power and drank up the thrill that fighting for dominance gave her. Raven could hold her own, that was for sure. Other times, though, like this one, Octavia handed over the dominance willingly. She wasn’t angry; she was sad and hurt and when she felt like that, she just didn’t have the fight to top in her.

Plus, the view always ended up being better from the bottom.

Raven could feel the moisture behind the fabric, wettness that mirrored her own as their lips touched and Octavia's hand moved to her head, fingers becoming entangled in hair and nails scraping against her scalp. They were small movements that caused Raven's heart to flutter despite her knowing the reason for being on top.

She didn't mind it- in fact Raven enjoyed being on top. She loved being able to have that control, to be able to tease, to be able to give Octavia exactly what she needed. What she didn't like was the reason behind her being on top, what she didn't like was knowing that behind the reactions she was able to coax out of the other girl, sadness remained an unwelcome vistor for Octavia.

Raven continued to brush her fingers against the damp fabric, teasing as she captured Octavia's lower lip between her teeth.

And then Octavia was cupping her breast and Raven lost the willpower to tease the other girl. As much as Octavia might have needed this- Raven needed it just as much, and that need was doubled as fingers swiped over her hardened nipple, pulling a groan of satisfaction from her. A groan that was muffled against the other girl's lips.

Raven slipped her fingers beneath the fabric, her thumb gliding over Octavia's swollen clit as her lips strayed down to her neck, sucking lightly at the warm skin.

The teasing continued and Octavia felt the muscles in her stomach tighten with each fleeting touch. She was almost positive that if Raven didn’t fully touch her soon she’d spontaneously combust and while the girl had a pension and love for explosions, she doubted this one would cause anything but disappointment.

Raven’s noise of approval only furthered her want. Her back arched and she pressed her lips against the girl’s hard, leaving no space between them. Not like any space was wanted now anyway.

Octavia’s heart beat in sync with the increasing throbbing between her legs and finally, finally, lithe fingers dipped below the fabric, touching her in a way that would have made her knees buckle and her world spin if they weren’t already laying down.

Instead, Raven’s touch did the opposite. Her world didn’t spin, she didn’t fall; the thumb against her clit and the lips sucking at her skin grounded her. In this moment, she just felt safe, secure- wanted.

A thought ran through her mind and lingered there, panic battling the pleasure that Raven caused her. “Hey,” She muttered with a gasp that echoed throughout the room. Her hands left the girl’s chest and cupped her cheeks, pulling the brunette’s face back towards her own. “Up here, stud.”

There was nothing Octavia wanted more than to let the girl ravish every, single part of her body. And she was okay with letting that happen… as long as there wasn’t a risk of her leaving this apartment with more bruises than what she came with.

It was part of their dance, just like everything else.

Ravens thumb played with Octavia's clit, running in circles against it, stimulating even more than it already was. Her lips continued to pull at the skin on her neck, no care for any marks that she may leave behind.

She wanted to leave marks.

She wanted to leave her best friend with a physical reminder of the night they shared.

She wanted to mark her. But she couldn't.

Too soon. Too soon Octavia's hands were cupping her face. Too soon was she being led away from the soft skin of her neck. She should have known better. Octavia had never wanted Raven to leave marks on her, never wanted that reminder- or more importantly didn't want to leave something that would lead to Lincoln asking questions.

Raven understood that.

She didn't like it. But she understood it. She didn't want to cause Octavia any trouble, even if she wanted nothing more than to cover her body in claiming marks.

A slight nod was all she gave the other girl before her lips were crashing against hers once more. But not for long.

In the next moment Raven was sitting up again, her fingers pulling out from beneath the fabric only to roll it down her legs and fling it to the side.

Her hands ran up the inside of Octavia's legs, hands massaging her inner thighs before spreading her legs further apart, giving her enough room to duck between them, lips connecting with her slit as they placed light kisses over her, her tongue snaking out to swirl around her clit.

Raven nodded in understanding and that was all Octavia wanted, all she ever needed. But she knew it went deeper than a nod, because in the end, her best friend didn’t understand and she made it known almost every time Octavia showed up at her place with shattered skin and an even more shattered heart.

Why does she always go back?

Why does she let him do it?

Why does she love him still?

She gathered those silent questions up every time she ran to Raven with tears in her eyes and put them in a metaphorical basket that had long since overfilled with questions she never had the answers to.

Despite the silent questions left unanswered, the girl above her listened and for that, Octavia was grateful. The last thing she wanted to do was explain where a bite mark had come from when she found her way back to her place after interrupting Raven’s life for a few days.

A shutter tumbled from her mouth as Raven’s tongue found her clit. When had she even stopped kissing her? How long had Octavia checked out for?

How long didn’t really matter in the end, because embarrassment suddenly flushed over her skin once she realized that there was no way she was going to last much longer. Her best friend always had a knack for just the right amount of teasing to send her crashing over the edge in record timing.

“God,” Octavia whimpered, too lightheaded to realize that her breathless comment would go straight to Raven’s head. Needy hands found soft, dark hair again and they gripped harder this time, showing the girl just how much she needed her.

It was the subtle movements, the almost undetectable changes in Octavia's body that always encouraged Raven. The slight change in her breathing.

The way her body would tense beneath her touch--- all of it drove Raven insane with desire for her.

So when Octavia released a whimper, a single word...well Raven knew that she was on the edge, at that knowledge? It brought a satisfied feeling over her and she was more than ready to push her over.

Raven sucked Octavia's clit, her teeth grazing lightly against it as she tugged on it.

Octavia's hold on Raven's hair kept her in place, made her more than happy to give Octavia what she needed, and her tongue dipped down, tasting Octavia for what definitely wasn't the first time. She was so familiar, so perfect to Raven.

If only she could have her all to herself.

Raven’s tongue dipped lower and Octavia lost her ability to breath. Her chest tightened and her eyelids clenched shut, head tipping back with a moan. God, she’d almost feel bad for the neighbors surrounding the apartment if she more concerned with chasing the inevitable orgasm that would soon wash over her.

There was a certain skill her best friend had – and it really had nothing to do with how well her fingers move against the insides of her thighs or how well her tongue twists around her body as though the girl knows every little bit of her.

That, Octavia guessed, was the skill. Not her physical attributes, but the knowledge of her.

Her sex life with Lincoln was never really dry. When there was pleasure she didn’t have to worry about upsetting him. So there was nothing with Raven that she didn’t have with Lincoln.

Except, there was. There was because Raven reached places of her Lincoln probably didn’t know even existed. Raven touched her in ways that she’d never feel comfortable letting anyone else touch her in. On nights like these, she opened herself up to the girl fully and that there was the skill that her best friend had.

Her toes curled and the sensation in the pit of her stomach drew her away from her thoughts. Muscles tightened in every inch of her body and the feel of Raven’s tongue against her became stronger, almost too much to take as the girl took her to a climax that came hard and fast.

Raven’s name tumbled from her lips louder than she had intended and as she tumbled from the high that the brunette had built up in her, she couldn’t avoid the tears that once again pricked against the corners of her eyes.

Raven knew what to do, how to do it...but that wasn't what made her do it so well.

What made her do it well was Octavia. It was that need to make her forget just what it was that had brought her to Raven's apartment in the first place. It was that desire to be with her. It was that hiw she felt about the girl.

Sure, she could probably do this to anyone- but her heart wouldn't be in it. She wouldn't take special care to pay attention to every reaction, to focus on every part of the body. That was all Octavia.

Raven moved her tongue, working Octavia up to the brink, a final flick sending her over.

Raven relished in the movements of the other girl. She melted at hearing her name fall from Octavia's lips, from knowing that-at least at that moment- Lincoln wasn't on Octavia's mind.

She moved up, kissing up Octavia's abdomen, her chest, her eyes lifted to watch her best friend succumb to the orgasm.

And then she saw the tears.

Raven caressed the unmarked cheek, her thumb stroking over the cheekbone. "Octavia?" Her voice was soft, hesitant and full of worry.

Her body throbbed with her release, with the orgasm that they had been building up to in the prior moments. It was everything that it always was. But with the fall came the thoughts and her ability to forget washed away with the pleasure in her body.

Octavia’s eyes opened and she saw stars in Raven’s eyes through the tears blurring her vision. She gave her head a shake, a few tears escaping down her temple. Her hand moved to rest over the tan one on her cheek and she turned her head to nuzzle a gentle kiss against it before tangling their fingers together.

Worry sounded in waves through the room and Octavia tried her best to reassure Raven that there was nothing to worry about.

Without a word, the hand that wasn’t entwined with the girl’s slid to her neck, pulling Raven downward for a kiss. It was hard and messy and all teeth; she wanted Raven to stop worrying. She needed her to stop worrying.

She just hoped the girl didn’t dwell on the tears.

It wasn’t rare for her body to get so overwhelmed that there was no way she could hold them back, but it didn’t happen all the time. Octavia was glad for that. What a moodkiller that would be.

Moving on, she pulled Raven’s bottom lip between her teeth, biting hard as she lifted her knee just enough to brush against the only piece of fabric left on their bodies.

The entangling of their fingers, the kiss- it didn't distract her from the fact that Octavia was crying. She indulged in the kiss for a moment, but her mind was elsewhere, her mind focused only on the tears rolling down the other girl's cheeks- it worried her. Too bad that when she was going to break the kiss, Octavia had captured her bottom lip.

Too bad that the brushing of her knee against the fabric covering Raven sent her mind swimming. Too bad that slight pain from the bite on her lip mixed with the tension the contact caused in her body made focusing on the tears a difficult task.

The hand not holding onto Octavia's moved to the place right below her eye, her thumb sweeping across the skin to remove the tears.

Even if focusing was difficult at the current moment, Raven wasn't going to just ignore the tears. She couldn't.

And she surely wasn't going to let it go with question.

Raven tugged her lips free from Octavia's. "What's wrong, O? Tell me."

Raven was sweet, too sweet most of the time, and Octavia absolutely hated it. They’ve been friends for years; ever since they started college. She knew that the girl wasn’t this sweet to everyone. She’s seen her rip apart people with her words so much that they’re left standing in a whirlpool of an existential crisis.

She’s noticed how she acts with Lincoln, about Lincoln. How she acts with anyone, really. It wasn’t how she acted with Octavia. Why? Why couldn’t Raven just treat her like everyone else, if even just for a moment? Why couldn’t the girl blame her for everything, as she’s doing to herself?

So, of course, Raven wasn’t going to just ignore the tears that dropped down her cheeks, leaving hot trails on already scolding skin. Of course the girl would swipe them away with the gentlest touch Octavia has ever felt in her life.

It didn’t stop her from trying to get her to ignore them though.

“It’s nothing,” Octavia responded quietly, a frown tilting her lips downward when Raven pulled away. “Maybe you’re just so good you brought me to tears… or so bad you’re boring me to tears. You can choose.”

Her frown stayed, but an eyebrow raised easily in question. She didn’t have an explanation for why the tears came. It could’ve been stress. Could’ve been an emotion she had yet to identify. Either way, she really didn’t come here to talk about it, and so she lifted her head and placed a kiss against the girl’s bare shoulder.

Gently squeezing Raven’s fingers between hers once more, she unclasped their hands and move to trail her nails lightly against the girl’s toned stomach.

Raven rolled her eyes. She knew that it wasn't either of those reasons, but what she didn't know was what the reason was. Of course it was easy to assume it had something to do with Lincoln- and if it did, maybe it was better the subject was dropped. Raven certainly didn't want to believe that Lincoln was on Octavia's mind while they were together like this.

She knew that Octavia wasn't going to tell her- no, the girl she had accidently fallen in love with was too stubborn for that.

Fine. If she wasn't going to tell her, she wouldn’t push the issue.

Not now, anyways.

Later, however, was a different story.

For now Raven would let herself focus on the soft lips pressed against her bare shoulder. She would let herself focus on the squeeze of her hand. She would let herself--- oh.

Nails were scraping against the skin of her well toned abdomen causing a shiver to run down her spine.

Well at least there was no denying the fact that Octavia was an expert at ruining Raven's focus. Raven let her eyes close, a free hand moving to the back of Octavia's neck where her fingers curled around dark strands of hair to keep her close.

Octavia let out a relieved sigh. Raven wasn’t always so easily distracted, but she was glad the girl had succumbed to it this time. She didn’t have an answer for why the tears happened, but the feeling of sadness had been swift and as quick as it came, it slipped away.

Her hand dipped lower, gliding against muscles and smooth skin and running over sharp hipbones before it came to a stop at Raven’s waist. She hesitated; pressing her lips and teeth in tiny, noncommittal bites along the girl’s collarbone, letting Raven simmer in anticipation for just a moment.

And then, her fingers ducked beneath the waistband of dark boyshorts and glided easily through slick heat to her final destination. She made soft, barely there circles against Raven’s clit, pressing a fresh kiss to the girl’s skin for each time her fingers made a slow circle.

Octavia was teasing and Raven couldn't say that she wasn't loving it. She couldn't say that the position of Octavia's hand or the small nips placed along her collarbone didn't make her flutter. She couldn't say that the throbbing between her legs didn't increase.

Fingers slipping beneath the waistband only made Raven breathe outwardly in relief, a breath that was only sucked right back in when fingers began to move in circles, stimulating her with the softest touch.

Raven moved her hands away from Octavia's hair and nudged her head up so that she could press her lips against the other girl's in way that made it seem it like the connection of their lips was her only lifeline.

Raven’s subtle reactions, her small gasps here and there, each of those spurred Octavia on more. She was so focused on drawing more of those reactions out of the girl that she didn’t even realize Raven had tilted her head up until lips pressed solidly against hers.

The surprise shifted her hand and her feather-light movements were now driven with need and desire. The need and desire to see Raven lose her mind. The need and desire to drive her over the edge and off the cliff and into a fiery explosion of pleasure.

Or… something like that.

Her best friend was the pun expert in these parts of town, not her.

Octavia pushed her lips back against Raven’s, not allowing the girl to completely have the upperhand. Then, they pulled away completely and slid against her cheek, resting near her ear with a warm breath. “Tell me what you want, Rae.”

Soft touches grew into faster ones, touches that only propelled Raven's desire for Octavia. Desire that had completely consumed her at this point.

Any thoughts of Octavia's tears had vanished.

Instead, her mind and body were more focused on Octavia and the way her lips moved, the way that her hands moved in the perfect way.

Octavia always seemed to have the ability to make Raven melt beneath her touches. It was something that only Octavia had the ability to. Only she could make Raven forget everything. Only she could make her forget how to form words, how to speak.

And she loved it.

When Octavia's lips left her's, Raven felt as though she was missing part of her, but it didn't last long once Octavia spoke.

She swallowed, her own hands moving down Octavia's back. "You."

It was an answer that held more than one meaning, not that she thought her best friend would realize that. She wasn't talking just physically, but mentally, emotionally.

She wanted everything.

“You just had me,” Octavia huffed out a short laugh, a hint of a smile on her lips. She pressed a kiss lower, beneath Raven’s jaw, breath catching in her throat as delicate fingers ran down her back.

Determined not to get distracted, her own fingers dipped lower into heated folds, gathering moisture easily as her thumb took up her previous movements. Her teeth grasped at the skin on Raven’s neck, leaving behind a second bruise that the girl would be forced to find an explanation for tomorrow.

Her tongue soothed over the bite and she hummed, finally moving back to the set of lips that she was craving.

Octavia ran her tongue over Raven’s lips, begging for access once again as her administrations continued. She grinned hungrily against the girl’s mouth as her finger circles her friend’s entrance once, then twice, teasingly and her thumb swipes over her clit in a steady rhythm.

Raven's lips turned up in a small grin at Octavia's response. She did just have her- but not in the way that she wanted. Not in the way that Lin---

She was thankful when fingers dipped into her folds, preventing the thought from fully forming, a gasp at the new touch escaped her. The difference between the way that she had Octavia and the way that he did was not something that she wanted to ponder, especially right now.

Teeth dug into the skin on Raven's neck and she couldn’t help but let her head roll back, her eyes closing as the bite was soothed over.

Raven's fingers danced across Octavia, holding her close as soft motions overwhelmed her body. She was more than happy to part her lips, to allow her friend the access that she was requesting.

God, it was driving her crazy. Raven couldn't help but press her hips forward, increasing the pressure being applied to her clit.

Octavia chuckled softly, tongue running along the roof of Raven’s mouth before grasping lightly onto her top lip and sucking. Honestly, she could probably spend an entire day doing nothing but kissing Raven if it were possible. Of course, she chalked it up to both of them being incredibly good at kissing and ignore any other thoughts that might have appeared in her mind for a fleeting second.

Raven’s hips pressing forward was a sign the girl was getting antsy and it amused Octavia to no end. Teasing the girl is also something she would spend an entire day doing.

However, she relinquished her devious thoughts and finally gave into Raven’s desire for more pressure, two fingers pressing together and they slid the length of the girl’s slit and back again, hitting her clit in just the right way and just the right angle that she knew would drive Raven crazy.

Tongues collided, teeth hit teeth and Raven loved it all, every lust filled second.

What she didn't love was Octavia's exerpt teasing- okay, she didn't love it, but she didn’t appreciate it. Not at that moment when her body was craving more. So when Octavia finally relented and met her request, her body was torn between relaxing or tensing.

Instead a low moan was pulled from her, her fingers curling into the bare skin of Octavia's back roughly- though not so rough that she would leave behind any reminders of their night together.

To Raven, it felt as though her entire body was on fire, ignited by every touch from Octavia and growing into an uncontrollable blaze as the motion of the other girl's fingers brought her to the edge.

Octavia’s back arched under Raven’s rough grasp on it. She was conflicted on whether to worry about the girl leaving marks that would last days, red marks in the shape of half-moons that would mar her back enough for anyone (anyone being Lincoln) to see, or grin at the affect she was able to have on the girl.

In the end, she chose the latter and allowed herself a few moments of cockiness, almost forgetting as to why she was here in the first place.

Focusing on Raven always did that. When she was focusing on the girl, she wasn’t focusing on herself and whatever events had led her to the apartment, and for that she was thankful.

Finally, as thought everything fell into place at once, Octavia realized Raven was tumbling over the edge, and resisted making a mental Humpty Dumpty joke at the moment, as she got to witness the beauty above her unfold.

Octavia always had the ability to make Raven see stars, to make her feel as though she were being propelled through the galaxy.

It wasn't any different this time around.

Her body tensed, that feeling of need reaching its peak and finally, finally, unwinding. It was intense, and she gripped onto the other girl as though she was the only thing that could hold her in place as she succumbed to the orgasm.

Raven collapsed above her before rolling off of her best friend to occupy the space beside her. Her chest rose and fell with each unsteady breath.

Watching Raven tumble was like watching a shooting star – burning bright and beautiful and gone way too quickly. It was life changing and despite the fact she probably shouldn’t be feeling like that over sex with her best friend, Octavia still let herself bask in it for a few seconds.

And just like that, her fingers led the girl down from her high and an exhausted body rested above her before rolling to her side.

Octavia instantly missed the feel of the girl on top of her.

She turned to face Raven, eyes watching the brunette’s chest rise and fall unevenly with content. Her lips quirked into an admiring smile and she couldn’t stop herself from leaning over the girl to reach for the spare camera tucked beside Raven’s nightstand, pressing her lips to Raven’s in a chaste kiss.

Gripping the camera, Octavia pulled back. It was an old film camera, slightly heavier than her digital which sat in her house despite being smaller in size. The metal felt cold against her heated skin as she popped the cap off and focused the lens on Raven, smiling as the satisfying click went off.

She laid in the bed, warm skin against the smooth sheets as her eyes closed and regaining control of her breathing became her main focus.

Of course that didn't last long.

She could feel Octavia's eyes on her and, while it didn't bother her at all, it did make her open her eyes and make her lips turn up in a sloppy half smile. Her arm extended out, brushing back strands of hair and tucking them behind Octavia's ear.

And then the other girl was leaning over her and Raven groaned inwardly as she realized what she was reaching for. The camera, like always. Why did she always insist on taking so many pictures?

A protest was taking form, but the kiss pushed them back and Raven didn't have the desire to argue with her over it. Instead she let her head roll to the side and she let that half smile turn into a full one.

Once the click went off, Raven reached for the camera and turned it on Octavia, snapping a quick picture before the smile could disappear.

When she lowered it, she handed it back to Octavia. "Are you done with the pictures? Because for every one you take of me, I'm taking one of you."

Octavia was grinning brighter than she had that entire night, feeling a sense of comfort in holding the camera in her hands, being behind the lens as if for a moment, she was hidden from the world, as if for a moment, she were someone else.

Then, the piece of equipment was being lifted from her grasp quicker than she could find it in her to protest and an offending click sounded in the room.

Her own camera turned against her.

The betrayal.

Her eyes rolled in a loving gesture before her camera was handed back to her and she instantly realized what exactly Raven caught on film – what exactly she’d be forced to look at as she developed it just a few days later when the bruise had faded to yellow and could barely be seen even in the best of light.

The smile dropped from her lips and she sighed, nodding and reaching back over Raven to set the camera on her nightstand. “Duh, can’t have you breaking my camera with so many pictures of this ugly mug,” Octavia teased, as though she could wash away the sadness with just a few funny quips.

She wasted no time in tucking her bare body against Raven’s, ducking her head beneath the girl’s jaw as she pulled the sheets up to her shoulders. Her fingers fell to Raven’s stomach and drew small patterns on warm skin.

“Pasta for dinner tonight? I can pick up your favorite sauce at the store before you get home.”

Raven frowned as the smile that she loved so much vanished from Octavia's lips. But when she spoke she managed to laugh.

"If the camera broke it would only be because it couldn't handle your beauty." She replied, welcoming the closeness as Octavia curled beside her. Raven's arm fell around the other girl in an almost shielding manner, in a way that kept her close.

Sure, the sex was always wonderful, but what Raven loved the most was what came after. What she loved the most was when Octavia would lay beside her, when both of them would be unguarded and in complete comfort.

It was a different kind of closeness, and one that Raven craved when she was with Octavia just as much as she craved the sex they would have.

Her hand slipped beneath the sheets so that it could rest against Octavia's warm skin, so that her fingers could rub against her shoulder.

"Pasta sounds perfect." She said, leaning her head down to press her lips to the top of Octavia's head.

Octavia snorted. The comment on her beauty wasn’t offhand coming from Raven. Her best friend made sure to reassure her of that almost every chance she got, it seemed. Still, beautiful enough to brake a camera? She doubted it.

“Pasta it is, then,” She repeated in a mumble against Raven’s collarbone, sighing contently at the fingers running comfortably along her shoulder. Even if she tried, she couldn’t explain how these moments with the girl made her feel, and for the sake of her sanity, she wasn’t going to think too much on it either.

Instead, Octavia tangled their legs and melded into Raven’s hold on her, allowing the layer of security to wash over them.

“What d’you-,” Her question was interrupted by a yawn and it hadn’t been until now that she realized just how tired she was. Her eyelids felt heavy, drooping in exhaustion, and her body ached (in the good way, obviously) and screamed at her for sleep. “What d’you have planned for tomorrow?”

Raven always felt at peace when she had the opportunity to hold her best friend close. She always felt relaxed, as if there wasn't anything in the world that she had to worry about. In fact, she usually forgot that anyone other than the two of them existed.

Raven let her eyes fall shut as she brought her other arm up and across Octavia. She held her close, welcoming the exchange of body heat as she listed to the other girl speak, as she stroked her shoulder methodically.

"I have an interview at 1, but that's it."

For a moment she held her tongue, a question she wasn't sure that she wanted to ask begging to be released. She gave in, her lips moving against Octavia's hair.

"Are you going to stay here while I'm gone, or go back to...?" She didn't say 'your house', she didn't say his name she didn't want to, and as she waited for a response she yawned.

Octavia’s interest piqued at the mention of an interview, one she hadn’t heard about yet, but had the initial reaction that whatever it was that her friend was interviewing for, that she’d easily ace it and get the job without a doubt.

Why more jobs weren’t knocking down their doors to snatch up such a genius was beyond her.

“NASA finally sucked it up and admitted you were smarter than anyone they have working for them already?” Her breathing deepened, but she held her eyes open, staring at a bare spot on the wall across from them.

Lips moved against her hair and the question caught her off guard. She kept silent for a few minutes before shrugging nonchalantly and speaking. “I thought I’d hang out here… if that’s okay? Just give him time to cool off, y’know? Besides, tomorrow’s football night and he’s probably going to be hanging with Miller and Bellamy, he won’t even notice I’m gone.”

Raven couldn't help but help. NASA might happen one day, but not anytime soon. "No...it's for head mechanic down at the car shop." It might not sound like a glamorous job to other girls, but to Raven it was perfect. It paid well and she could show off all of her skills- and who knows, maybe she would become the owner of some new car parts.

She opened her eyes as Octavia told her that she would be staying. She was glad- she didn't need to go back to him right away and risk another one of his outbursts. Knowing that she would be in the safety of her apartment would definitely put Raven at ease during her interview. "Good. I'm glad you'll stay here."

At the mention of Bellamy she shook her head. It still baffled her that Octavia's brother had not caught onto the issues between his sister and her boyfriend. He was usually so attentive towards Octavia, it was surprising that he had noticed anything wrong.

“Even better, screw NASA,” Octavia offered confidently. Raven was a genius and incredibly skilled, whether with rockets or explosives or car parts (which she would never understand the girl’s eclectic fascination in collecting). “You’re gonna do great.”

She nodded, the top of her head bumping Raven’s jaw as she did so. Finally, she let her eyes close and tucked herself closer to the girl, her hand finally coming to a rest at Raven’s side as she wrapped her arm tightly over her stomach. Sleep had never been so persistent.

“You better at least have eggs in the fridge so I can make you something edible before your interview,” Octavia joked tiredly, voice trailing into a mumble by she made it to the end of the sentence. Before she officially nodded off to sleep in the middle of their conversation, she sighed before speaking up, “Hey, Rae? Thanks… for not going anywhere and stuff.”

"Thanks," she said, a grin forming tiredly on her lips. It was beginning to become a struggle to keep her eyes opened, but Octavia's voice kept her awake. Eggs....she laughed softly. "I think I have eggs. Hidden somewhere in the fridge."

She relaxed against her, sleep calling out, ready to take her. It was odd, really, how easily it was for her to go to sleep with Octavia in her arms. Maybe it was the calmness that washed over her, or the fact that she had nothing to worry about.

She wasn't complaining.

Raven pressed a final kiss to Octavia's head and smiled. "You don't need to thank me, O. I'll always be here for you."

It was the last thing she said before sleep captured her.

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