WARNING: Strong language, implicating sexual advances, bad AU Finn, FLUFFINESS. Enjoy.

"You shouldn't drink that," Lincoln came over to Octavia as she picked up a beer can.

She scoffed, "It's not mine. Bellamy and Clarke over and she brought Finn," the girl shows distaste in the black haired boy.

"You could have called me, I could take your mind off it."

"Bet you would," Octavia smirked and Lincoln laughed. He bent down to kiss her, hand falling down with the slightest touch on her back. He felt her shiver into him. "Besides, it was better you weren't here. You wouldn't have liked what he said," she didn't hide the growl in her tone.

"What was it?" She shot him a look. It doesn't matter.

He shot her one back; Yes it does.

"'Oh, look, Bel, your baby sis. Where's the guy she's screwing? The pedo?' Then Bellamy proceeded to punch him the face when I left. So I didn't go to jail for murder," she smiled bitterly, ending the monotone said quote. The beer can she had once been holding was crushed. Octavia could see the anger in Lincoln, she could reflect with him on that commonality. "I don't think Clarke's realized she's dating a virgin." Octavia grinned evilly.

Lincoln didn't yield. His face still held massive amounts of pissed off. "One day I'm going to see him again, you know." She knew the implications that held; One day I'm going to see him again and probably bash his head in for his shit.

"Record it for me, will ya?" Octavia sighed, of course, her loving boyfriend was serious. Finn was a prick who hadn't been pricked in a while, and he was also a drunk with a bad habit of being an idiot. His insistence Lincoln was a pedophile was incredulous; Lincoln was only two years older than her, still in high school for at least three more months and in one of her advanced classes. "Hey." She sat on the kitchen counter, palming his face close to hers. "It doesn't matter, okay? He's a douche, but soon none of us will have to deal with him. Clarke says he's moving, and maybe alcohol poisoning will hit him before the year ends. Besides," her legs wrapped around his waist and he held her hips, "I love you. You know that, Bel knows that, everybody knows that. And I love you. So as long as we're clear on that, what do one vagina's words have to do with anything?" Lincoln cracked a grin at her words. "So he does smile," she poked his cheeks.

"It's not okay, Angel. He's always drunk when he's around and after last time..." Octavia felt rage seep off of them both at the night he was talking about. Three weeks beforehand Octavia and Lincoln had been hanging out when Clarke and Bellamy came home. She had just started dating Finn, who was worse than she thought. Finn was such a fuckboy even with his girlfriend and Octavia's boyfriend (who is quite buff, might we add) he still had the nerves to touch her thigh and flirt with her, sending a disgusting wink. Octavia had slapped him when he wouldn't stop touching her, and Lincoln and Bel had to remove Finn before he hurt her.

"I love you, Angel, and I want to protect you." She smiled adoringly at him. "If he had actually hurt you, touched you more than he did..." Lincoln had been with the others when Octavia got a drink in the kitchen, so he hadn't thought much when Finn headed to the bathroom in the same direction, seeing as she was coming right back.

"And this is exactly why no one can ever compare to you. You, my dear boyfriend," she scooted closer, "are protective and kind and mature - a rare thing in my experience - and no matter how many people call me the bad girl or you a loner, they can't even imagine how great you are. And don't even get me started on what you can do with to a girl with your body - "

"Tread carefully, Angel, or I might have to show you again." He smirked at her and Octavia giggled. Oh, how he loved her giggle... They took another kiss from one another, tender and loving. "Call me over, next time he's around?"

"Yeah," she nodded, "Sure thing, Grounder."

Lincoln rolled his eyes, still smiling, "It's been a year, when will you stop calling me that, Angel?"

"Not even after you stop calling me Angel," she promised.

"So never," Lincoln confirmed.

That was another story.