betterthanaplan | Aboard the Fin & Tonic, Bahamas, Thursday

Duke had spent most of the last few days in the water. Not being able to decompress from the events in LA with a good swim had not done wonders for his headspace, and being here, sans cast, meant he felt more like himself than he had in ages. He'd even managed some light yoga this morning, being gentle with his wrist as he rebuilt the muscle tone, which had also done wonders for his sense of peace and calm.

And, yeah, okay, doing a bit of rescheduled therapy with Linda over the phone, to make up for the appointment he'd missed by being an entirely different version of himself over the weekend, had helped, too.

Now, he was just sitting at the boat's stern, feet dangling in the water as he soaked in the tropical sun, his head blessedly empty as he watched the light sparkle against the water.

[nfb due to distance. Expecting one, but open to both those here with him, and any phone calls or texts!]

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okteiviakom

Octavia gave a soft huff.

"Not right here, no," she said. "We don't."

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betterthanaplan

“That might make this a little difficult,” Duke said. And made no move to get up or let go.

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okteiviakom

"Mm-hmm," Octavia hummed.

And made no other move except to press another kiss against his temple.

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betterthanaplan

Duke laughed, leaning more firmly into her. “You can still play with my hair anyway. If you want.”

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okteiviakom

"Oh, I'm going to."

Please, nothing could stop her. She could put in some braids that weren't meant to last.

"In a moment."

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betterthanaplan

"Take your time," Duke said, squeezing her hands. "I'm not going anywhere."

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okteiviakom

Octavia pressed another kiss to his temple.

And then one against his cheek, and murmured, "I know." And just then, thought about how it warmed her that he'd actually said the words, about choosing her, choosing them. "Ai meizen jaka."

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betterthanaplan

Duke sucked in a slow breath, drinking in the words. Feeling, for once, like he actually got something right.

He tilted his head, stretching his neck and giving her plenty of space to add more kisses if she was in the mood to, letting out a happy little hum.

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okteiviakom

Not feeling like wasting an opportunity when it was offered to her, Octavia added more kisses, trailing them down his cheek, over his jaw, down to his neck.

"Ai snogon." A kiss. "Stanop." Another. "Bezer."

Someone had a surplus of Trig-based affection to give.

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betterthanaplan

Duke let go of one of her hands so he could wind his fingers into her hair. "I missed this. Missed Trig."

It felt like it had been ages.

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okteiviakom

Octavia's hair hung loose and wild and perfect for playing with.

"Ai don mema dison we, seintaim," she assured him in a murmur, against the curve of his neck. "Yumi en disha sleng. Komfi."

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betterthanaplan

"Remind me what 'komfi' means?" Duke asked. "I think I got the rest."

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okteiviakom

"Comfortable."

So the resemblance to 'comfy' wasn't accidental.

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betterthanaplan

"Really?" Duke laughed. "Yumi komfi, sha."

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okteiviakom

"Krei komfi."

The kiss she pressed to his cheek was kind of loud. Lucifer's bad influence, clearly.

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betterthanaplan

Oh clearly. And Duke loved that, too.

"Tell me more," he said. "En dison sleng."

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okteiviakom

"Gon disha sleng,," Octavia murmured. Correcting someone's grammar always went best with kissing their temple, right? "Gon disha sleng, jaka."

Her tone went much softer fast, though. After a second or two of hesitation.

"En, disha sleng bilaik... bilaik sleng kom ai tombom, nami?" she said. "Ai dig yu na sen daun in. Bilaik yu gaf sen em in."

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betterthanaplan

Duke mouthed the corrected phrase to himself, making sure not to interrupt her, then listened carefully to what she was saying.

"It's the language of your heart. You . . . like when I . . . speak it? Sen in?"

He'd work through the last bit next. He had a feeling this one was important too, though.

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okteiviakom

"Hear it," Octavia told him, leaning her head against his again. "Or, listen. Either."

Her free hand was creeping up to his hair, finally.

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betterthanaplan

"You like when I listen," Duke said, smiling. "It's like I . . . get it? Understand?"

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okteiviakom

"Like you want to hear it."

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betterthanaplan

"Disha sleng bilaik sleng kom yu tombom," Duke said, carefully echoing her earlier statement. "Ai gaf sen em in otaim, sha."

Edited Date: 2021-10-08 09:30 pm (UTC)

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okteiviakom

Octavia's fingers pushed further into his hair, on one side. She nuzzled at the other side. "Mochof, flapkrasha," she murmured. "Yu nou get in ha meija daun's gon ai."

This was a part of her that sang with him.

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betterthanaplan

Duke turned his head just a little, trying to look at her face. he frowned.

"Where's this coming from?" he asked softly. "Did I make you think I didn't like it?"