A/N: I want to say thank you to Jude81 for encouraging me to continue this story. You're such a brilliant writer and amazing human being. Thanks for all the advice.
Relief floods Octavia as the wave of the tent flap catches her eye. Lexa walks in just as Anya runs strong hands down the brunette's torso. She feels her nipples harden and swallows hard, the blonde is so incredibly attractive, but this isn't how Octavia wants this to happen, if this was going to happen.
The commander stops short; benevolent eyes turn furious as they land on Anya and her inappropriate position atop Octavia.
"Annnnya," she says with a tone of warning.
With a smirk and a look of innocence, Anya extracts herself from the brunette. Octavia lets out the breath she didn't know she was holding as she watches Anya saunter over to Lexa and wraps slim, ripped arms around the commander. Anya shoots Octavia a look of mischief before turning to plant a deep slapdash kiss on Lexa's mouth. The kiss was definitely a statement, a claim, as if marking her territory.
She shot Octavia another smirking scowl before storming out of the tent. Lexa rushes to Octavia, putting an arm around her shoulders as she sits beside her on the bed.
"Are you alright, Octavia? I know Anya can be a little… aggressive."
"It's fine, I just…" Octavia looks away unsure of how to finish.
Lexa cups her jaw and pulls her gently back to eye level. "Talk to me."
"She said I was your… plaything. Like, for both of you."
Lexa's eyes widen, livid and fuming as she takes a deep breath before speaking slowly, "I will have words with her." Lexa caresses Octavia's cheek and tucks a strand of stray hair behind her ear, "is there anything else?"
Octavia shakes her head and cups Lexa's jaw, bringing those succulent lips in contact with her own; Octavia's so touched by the concern. Lexa kisses her back hungrily but pulls away before it can go any further.
"I'd love to continue this, but I have things to attend to."
Octavia grasps Lexa's hand as she stands to leave, halting her exit. "Wait, there is one thing I'm wondering…"
"Yes?"
"What is expected of me? What's suppose to happen between me and Anya?
Lexa sits back down and glides comforting fingers over Octavia's knee. "Nothing. Anya and I will never make you do anything you don't wish to do, I promise. I will remind Anya of boundaries. It has been a long time since I've brought another woman back to this tent, Octavia."
Octavia furrows her brows, but before she can ask Lexa to elaborate, the commander's lips are on hers. "I'm going to take a bath; do you wish to join me?"
Octavia nods and smiles. Oh, she can't wait for this!
"I'll ask Anya to carry you over. Octavia's smile falters, she feels the blood drain from her face.
"I can walk Lexa, really."
"No, Octavia. You will only make it worse. I would take you myself but cannot be seen doing such things as I am the high commander."
Octavia quirks her head, "high commander?"
Lexa lets out a small laugh. "It pleases me you aren't with me because of my rank. There are twelve clans. Twelve heda's. I command them all."
Octavia's eyes widen, she isn't sure if she was intimidated by this new information or found it incredibly sexy.
"Octavia? Are you alright?"
Octavia blinks. She didn't realize she was staring. "Yeah, I just… damn, that's incredibly hott! …and a little scary."
Lexa lunges toward Octavia at that moment, pushing her back on the bed and palming her sex. "You have nothing to fear from me, Octavia." Lexa crushes their lips together in a harsh, smoldering kiss. She pulls away before Octavia can kiss back and springs from the mattress with a leering grin in place as she strolls out the tent before calling back, "Anya will be in shortly; I'll see you at the bathhouse." Before Octavia had a chance to protest, she was gone.
As foretold, Anya appears through the tent flap a short time later. She has a menacing look in her eye, like she has something she wants to say but can't. Perhaps Lexa had already spoken to her about boundaries.
Octavia felt herself tensing as Anya neared the bed. Neither says a word. The blonde leans down and brings her face inches from Octavia's. Her heart flutters wildly, and she begins to tremble slightly as heat pulls at her core. She thinks Anya is about to kiss her but instead the blonde grasps Octavia's arms and links them around the warrior's neck. Then, Anya places one arm under the brunette's thighs and another beneath her back before scooping Octavia up and walking her toward the bathhouse.
Lexa was already naked when they arrived, and as per usual, wasn't the least bit bashful about it. The loving smile on Anya's face wasn't lost on Octavia. She noticed Lexa was the only one that received that look.
"Where do you want this?" Anya asked, lifting Octavia slightly.
Lexa shoots the blonde a fierce death glare, Anya just smirks. "You will respect her, Anya."
The blonde rolls her eyes but nods. "Fine, which tub are we all using?"
"I'll be taking my bath with Octavia tonight. Alone."
Now it's Anya's turn to shoot a death glare of her own. Her brows narrow, and cheeks flush red.
"You have to be kidding me! You're leaving for spirits know how long, and aren't going to let me spend the remainder of your time here with you?"
Octavia glances at Lexa and meets chocolate browns, "You're leaving?"
Lexa opens her mouth to speak but is cut off by the furious blonde, "Yep. And she's leaving you here with me. This should be fun."
"You can go now, Anya. I'll come find you before I leave, I promise."
Finally, Anya lowers Octavia to the ground who grabs onto the commander for balance. "Fine," Anya mutters before storming away.
Lexa turns toward Octavia, guilt evident. "Octavia, I didn't know until a little while ago. But I will be leaving after we bathe. I'm going to Polis; that's our capital."
Octavia casts her eyes to her feet. Slowly, she lowers herself and sits on the edge of the large, wooden basin behind her. As the steam rises from the waters; Octavia closes her eyes and basks in the gentle caress of the heat on her underside, she just wanted to be soaking in it already. She was ready for this day to be over.
"How long will you be gone?" Octavia fails to hide her disappointment.
"A couple of weeks at least. I can't take you with me. I promise Anya will take care of you, Octavia. You don't know her as I do."
Octavia swallowed, she wasn't sure what to expect of the blonde. She hadn't had the best impression of the woman so far. She knew three things about Anya; she was protective of Lexa, scary, and sexy as hell. "Then I guess we better stop wasting time then shouldn't we?"
A small smile pulls at Heda's lips as Octavia slips her shirt over her head, followed by the chest binding she borrowed, who she thought belonged to Lexa but now suspected was Anya's. Octavia spreads her legs and Lexa steps between them as the sitting brunette leans forward and presses light kisses to the commander's lean stomach.
Lexa's eyes close and she lets out a shuddery breath as she places a calloused hand on her lover's head and gently guides her down. Octavia complies, bringing smooth hands to the commander's lower lips and spreading them apart before eagerly sucking Lexa's tight bundle of nerves into her mouth, eliciting a long groan of pleasure.
Octavia eases off the nub and switches her series of short sucks to long circular licks, exploring and licking every crevice, intentionally avoiding the bean as Lexa's arousal builds. Once Lexa's breaths turn labored, and she begins to thrust her hips against her partner's hot slick mouth, Octavia sucks the nub back in and unleashes a flurry of flicks with her tongue, lapping relentlessly until the commander is screaming through her orgasm and pulls away.
Octavia can feel the sticky remnants of her reward cling to her chin and lips. After recovering, Lexa sheds the remainder of Octavia's clothing and gently pushes her backward into the large tub. Octavia thinks Anya could have easily fit in here with the two of them.
Lexa pushes her lips to Octavia's breaking her thoughts and begins a wrestle of tongues. The commander seems to turn wild as she tastes herself on Octavia who is gasping for air when her lips are finally released. As Lexa pulls back for a much-needed intake of air as well, Octavia notices a predatory look in her partner's eye. Unexpectedly, Lexa surges forward, and before Octavia can process what's happening, she's flipped to her hands and knees and lifted over the edge of the tub as the commander plunges two fingers between soaked velvety folds. Lexa snakes her free hand around Octavia's waist to circle her clit expertly.
The speed at which the commander moved was both unnerving and exhilarating. Octavia had never had such a thorough lover thrust into her with such extremes. Too soon did her orgasm crash over her, she gushed hard over Lexa's nimble fingers before her body turned to jelly and she floated back into the water. Warm arms wrap around her and both women lay in the warm liquid, relaxed and fully sated with dazed expressions.