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[wedobones]

By the time they make it back to Candlewood, Gideon has got the ghost of a black eye starting to show on pale skin. Her nose has stopped bleeding, but blood is still smeared across his face and at least three of her knuckles are split and swollen. She's breathing hard, her hand still in Octavia's from when she'd grabbed her and tugged her into a run, her knee protesting every step of the way.

She doesn't stop until they're inside, slamming and locking the door behind her and then leaning against it, trying to catch her breath.

"Fucking hell," she says, and she finds she's laughing when she says it.

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[underthefloor]

Octavia's breathing heavy as well, and once they're inside she takes a few steps and then leans over, bracing her hands on her knees. Gideon's laughing is contagious and soon Octavia's laughing as well, her breathing slowly steadying.

"That about covers it," she says through her laughter, glancing over at Gideon. Her cheek is still throbbing dully, a bruise undoubtedly forming there, and she can feel the sting of scratches made by one of those damn apebats at the base of her neck where it meets her shoulder.

[wedobones]

Eventually Gideon manages to catch her breath and she wipes both of her hands over her face.

"Oh, fuck," she says, shaking her head. "You're...I don't care what happens but you'll have to stay here tonight. You're not going out again in that."

[underthefloor]

Her breathing finally steady, Octavia straightens, wincing only a little as she brushes her hair back from her face. "I can take care of myself," she says, but with no heat behind the words. There's a little guilt as she thinks of everyone still out there in the midst of all that chaos, but she knows there are plenty of others capable enough to keep the helpless ones safe.

She grins a little, just a mischievous curve of the corners of her mouth. "But if you want me to stay, I don't have a problem with that."

[wedobones]

"That's not what I mean," she says because she knows that Octavia can look after herself but she's a cavalier, through and through. She's not sure when it crept up on her.

She's never been around anyone like Octavia, which is scary, sometimes, but she has read a lot of books and she knows who she's been thinking about when she goes to bed.

Who she's been thinking about most of the time. (Shut up).

"Yeah," she says, her voice breaking in an utterly humiliating way. "I want you to stay."

[underthefloor]

Octavia's smile widens as she closes the distance between them. "Where's your bathroom?" she says softly, reaching to brush the tips of her fingers lightly along Gideon's jaw. "We should get cleaned up."

She takes Gideon's injured hand gently, lifting it up to examine it. "And I could bandage this."

[wedobones]

That touch sends little shivers of electricity along her skin and Gideon shivers, just slightly.

"Down the hall," she says, tilting her head in the direction and knowing that, right then, she'll go anywhere Octavia wants her to go.

[underthefloor]

The longer they're there, the more Octavia thinks about the fact that she's alone with Gideon. Just the two of them, at Gideon's place. She isn't sure what Gideon's expecting - she isn't even sure what she herself is expecting - and that's both exciting and terrifying.

For now, she focuses on leading them to the bathroom. They both need a little first aid, but really, she's looking for any excuse for them to touch each other.

[wedobones]

Gideon takes the opportunity to just stare at Octavia - the dark, smooth fall of her hair, the curves of her under her clothes. Gideon has put a lot of time and mental energy into picturing what Octavia looks like under those clothes; she's recast all her favourite fantasies.

"It doesn't hurt that much," she says. "What about you?"

[underthefloor]

Octavia shakes her head, her eyes traveling over the features of Gideon's face and landing finally on her mouth. "I've had worse," she replies, not sure what exactly she's doing as she leans against the counter and pulls Gideon gently to her by a belt loop. "Doesn't really hurt much."

[wedobones]

Octavia tugs her closer, by the hips, and if Gideon has ever had fewer thoughts in her head then, fuck it, she doesn't know when. She leans in until her hips are flush with Octavia's, her head bending, coppery hair spilling across her forehead.

"Yeah," she says. "Definitely had worse."

[underthefloor]

Octavia's the one that just pulled her closer, and yet somehow she's surprised when she's suddenly right there. She can't think of anything to say that doesn't sound lame, so she doesn't, just takes a tiny indrawn breath as she remembers the moment the clock had struck midnight, what seems like forever ago. She wants that feeling again right now.

Never really one to hesitate when she knows what she wants, Octavia closes what little remaining distance there is and kisses Gideon.

[wedobones]

It's the second time that they've kissed but it's no less startling for it. Gideon's eyes widen for a moment and then she lets them slip closed. Stop thinking, idiot. She lets her body take over, presses even closer with hips and hands, nudging Octavia back against the wall.

[underthefloor]

This isn't the first time Octavia's kissed a woman, but there's something different about kissing Gideon, about the way the heat travels through Octavia's body at the press of their lips together. She'd noticed it before and she especially notices it now, the pain from her various injuries all but forgotten as she lifts a hand to curl around Gideon's jaw. Her other hand, still at Gideon's waist, slides around a little, fingers teasing at the edge of the waistband.

[wedobones]

Her hands itch with how much she wants to touch Octavia, map her. Gideon grew up starved of touch among many, many other things, but, right now, touching is all she can think about.

"Wanna..." She mumbles, the words smudging against Octavia's lips.

[underthefloor]

"Tell me," Octavia murmurs between kisses, smiling against Gideon's mouth. Her hand slides down the side of Gideon's neck, then back and up into her hair. "What do you want?"

[wedobones]

Gideon's head is full of every porno magazine that she's ever read, every dirty book she's ever read. It really doesn't help that Octavia looks like the cover model on her favourite edition of 'Lesbo Lancers of the Fifth!!". It's a lot to take in.

"Filthy fucking things," says Gideon, and one hand slides up Octavia's side, her fingers brushing across the curve of Octavia's tits under her shirt. "I've got a list started."

[underthefloor]

Octavia sucks in a breath at the mention of a list. Her imagination has definitely been going all kinds of places since she first met Gideon at Kagura, but a list - that's definitely something. She likes it, the idea that Gideon's been thinking about her. And not just thinking about her, but thinking about her in a way that can be described as 'filthy'.

She arches against Gideon at the touch of her hand. "Tell me more. Or show me, I'm not picky."

[wedobones]

Gideon gets distracted for a moment, thinking about the physics of a thing and then she just thinks fuck it and wraps her arms around Octavia, picking her up entirely. One arm stays tight around Octavia's waist and the other slides lower, groping over her ass as she turns and carries her towards the bedroom.

"Well, first," she says. "I need to get you out of some of the clothes. Because I have spent a lot of time picturing you without them and I need to see if I was right."

[underthefloor]

A little thrill goes through Octavia as she's picked up, and she hooks her legs around Gideon, her arms wrapping around her shoulders. Octavia assumes they're headed to the bedroom, which proves to be true a few moments later.

"I hope that means you're getting rid of some clothes too," she replies. "You're not the only one who's been picturing things."

[wedobones]

"Oh, yeah?" says Gideon, which just makes her think of all those books in which girls who were almost as hot as Octavia spent pages outlining exactly what they wanted to do to the dashing hero (for her, too), all in breathless detail. In the bedroom, she lays Octavia down on the bed, as gently as her racing pulse will allow. She leans overher, starting on Octavia's belt, the buttons of her pants. "Tell me if this isn't okay," she says.

[underthefloor]

Octavia just nods, fighting against the urge to just tear everything off so she can savor it all, every moment of Gideon's hands on her. "It's definitely okay," she assures, a hand reaching to tug lightly at Gideon's top. "It's more than okay." She can't truly specify all the things she wants, but she knows stopping isn't anywhere in that vocabulary.

[wedobones]

Gideon takes her hands away from Octavia's waist for long enough to peel off her shirt, revealing the simple black cotton bra underneath. After that, she makes short work out of peeling Octavia's pants down her long legs.

"Fuck," she breathes.

[underthefloor]

"Same," Octavia murmurs in reply, taking a moment to look Gideon up and down now that her body's a little more exposed. She really, really likes what she sees so far. She sits up just enough to yank her own shirt off, her bra beige but just as simple, and when she leans back again she pulls Gideon down with her.

[wedobones]

Gideon wriggles most of the way out of her trousers, ungainly with how miserably fucking horny she suddenly is. She presses bare skin against bare skin, kissing the corner of Octavia's mouth, down her jaw, the side of her neck. She runs one hand up Octavia's side, cupping the fullness of her tit and squeezing experimentally.

[underthefloor]

Octavia arches up against Gideon, wanting so much all at once but unsure where to start. She's trying not to rush through any of it as she slides a hand into Gideon's hair, the other running across her skin and feeling the solid muscle of her bicep. "I like this," she says, mind blanking on anything more creative or sexy.

[wedobones]

"Good," murmurs Gideon, her voice rough as she starts to work her way lower, her lips brushing the curve of Octavia's tits, her fingertips teasing her nipple harder through the thin fabric of her bra. Experimentally, she shifts her head, brushing her lips against Octavia's nipple. "Can I ask..." Her eyelashes flutter as she rides out a wave of arousal. "Can I ask how you like it? I don't want to get it wrong." She has a powerful need to give Octavia exactly what she wants and exactly how she wants it.

[underthefloor]

Octavia considers that a second, finding it a little hard to concentrate with the feel of Gideon's fingers and their bodies pressed together.

"Is it weird if I say I don't know?" she finally settles on, unsure but not really embarrassed. "I uh - well, it's a story for another time but I'm not exactly all that experienced and I've only ever been with guys. I'm not sure if what I want from a woman will be different."

[wedobones]

Gideon thinks about that for a moment and then she flashes Octavia her best shit-eating grin. She doesn't have a lot going for her, honestly, but at least she's hot.

"Fuck it," she says. "Me either. Guess we'll have to freestyle." She bends her head, kissing down Octavia's chest. "Put your hands up over your head?"