Octavia woke some time later that day in the healing tent. She must had passed out in the arena because she didn't remember making the trip back.

"Finally, I was beginning to think you'd never wake up."

Octavia turned in the cot to find Anya sitting in a chair beside her. Did Anya carry her here? Why would she be kind to Octavia? Anya hadn't given her the warmest of welcomes and seemed rather angry Lexa had taken a liking to the vault dweller.

"Commander told me to take care of you, didn't she?" Anya answered as though reading her thoughts, "And congratulations on your surviving. That means you passed the first test and will be trained as a Trikru warrior once you've healed."

"That's quite an initiation ritual," Octavia groaned.

Anya chuckled, "Pain is a part of learning. Withstanding a beating and surviving shows character and strength of will. You have done well."

Octavia smiled at the blonde who rolled her eyes and quickly stood. Apparently, the moment was getting too sappy for her, "You will rest a few days before your training really begins. I'll be right back with food."

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Octavia spent the next few days in the healing tent recovering from her injuries and being cared for by Nyko and Anya. It had been rather boring and uneventful. Anya visited periodically but was not much for talking when she did. Nyko also was not a great conversationalist.

Octavia was ready when she re-entered the fighting arena later that week. Indra had been a stern mentor but a brilliant teacher. Octavia had been pushed to her limit every day and collapsed exhausted on Anya's bed every night. The blonde had been annoyed at first but seemed to grow more empathetic with each passing day as Octavia sported more and more bruises.

Anya fell into a fit of laughter when Octavia returned one day completely caked head to toe in mud. Indra had instructed her to climb a tree; Octavia fell out of this tree. Chuckling and teasing all the way, Anya led Octavia to a nearby lake for her to wash off. The blonde had even been kind enough to hold on to a fresh pair of clothes for the brunette.

Octavia dove in head first not wasting a second, causing Anya to roll her eyes again.

"What'd I do now?" Octavia called from the water.

"You need to strip and wash properly. Take off those clothes."

Thankfully, Anya couldn't see her blushing beneath the mud still coating her face, "Uhh, are you going to turn around?"

"No."

With a sigh, Octavia began stripping while still in the water and throwing her clothes on the shore. A too big grin crossed Anya's features.

After washing, Octavia shuffled out of the water quickly crossing her arms to cover her breasts and rushing into the outstretched towel Anya held open for her.

"Perhaps it would do you well to jump ahead in your training to fighting naked. Modesty is not becoming of a warrior, Octavia. I will inform Indra when we get back."

Octavia stared at Anya; eyes wide, "Please no Anya. I just don't think I'm ready for Indra and every other warrior here to be staring at me."

Anya crossed her arms, "You have to do it eventually."

Octavia frowned and reached for her clothes before hearing the warrior sigh and say, "Fine, I have an idea that will help ease you into it."

Octavia glanced at the blonde curiously.

"Let's head back; we can do this in the tent."

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Once in the safe confines of the tent, Anya spun around and immediately began to strip, indicating with a nod of her head for Octavia to do the same. Octavia shuffled her feet awkwardly and looked around thinking of any excuse not to do this.

"Do not worry, Octavia. I made sure the guards know no one is to disturb us for the rest of the night."

Octavia didn't miss Anya using her name for the first time again in a long time. The blonde was handling the situation with great delicacy. The brunette couldn't have been in better hands. Taking a brave breath, Octavia took off her clothes. She felt Anya's eyes rake over her but couldn't read them.

Once completely devoid of clothing, Octavia stood bare before her instructor, covering her breasts. Anya gracefully moved behind her, just as naked as the vault dweller. Firm calloused hands rested on the brunette's shoulders before gliding down to the elbows and slowly pulling Octavia's hands down to her sides.

"You have nothing to be ashamed of, Octavia. You are gorgeous. Are you certain you still wish to taint yourself with the life of a warrior?"

Octavia drew her brows as Anya stepped in front of her again. That's when she noticed Anya's scars for the first time. Several thick marks and blemishes littered the blonde's body. But she stood proudly. "Pain is a part of learning, Octavia." The brunette recognized her words from earlier that week. "For all of us." She finished.

"So," Octavia began, "How are you planning to break me of my modesty?"

A mischievous smirk laced the blonde's face before Octavia was tackled to the ground. It didn't take long for Octavia to burst out laughing while she rolled around the floor with the playful blonde. She had never seen Anya so happy.

They continued to wrestle, practicing everything Octavia had learned that week with Indra. Guards, headlocks, escapes, and then Octavia began to understand as their bodies continuously touched and rubbed against the other. The closer Anya touched near her privates, the more she grew use to the feeling, the less she would jerk away until there was no longer a barrier. That bubble, that invisible line marking personal space faded from existence. She became more confident and focused in the actions she needed to execute instead of worrying about what was exposed.

After Octavia escaped several of Anya's attempts at trapping her, the blonde nodded. Apparently pleased with the brunette's progress. Rising to their feet, Anya disappeared a moment behind Octavia and returned with a dagger, she positioned Octavia in a specific fighting pose, legs apart, left arm out, and right hand overhead in a stabbing motion as the blonde pressed the hilt of the weapon in her hand.

"Do not move," she whispered. "You are a statue, understand?"

Octavia nodded as Anya began to move around Octavia and began to touch the brunette with feather light fingertips, everywhere. Octavia tried desperately not to think about the gorgeous grounder connected to those hands but failed.

The gentle calloused hands continued to stroke and caress Octavia from neck to shoulder to collarbone, down her arms, back up again, back down again, circling her wrists and prodding each finger delicately. Those touches got firmer, then began to move slightly faster, they got closer to her breasts, pressed between her valley until Anya began to knead them and circle the tits, causing them to turn rock solid.

"You cannot control these," Anya whispered in that husky whisper of hers, "But do not allow me to arouse you further. You are a statue. You are impervious to the touch of others if you do not give permission.

Octavia held the position but could not stop her trembling when Anya's hands traveled lower, running those glorious hands across her stomach and around her waist before cupping her mound. Anya stepped closer, embracing Octavia from behind, she could feel the blonde's own tits hard against her back and mound bumping lightly against her backside.

"You'll never be a Trikru warrior if your enemies make you wet, Octavia."

The brunette broke the trance and stepped away from her instructor, turning to face Anya as she began to dress without permission. "This was a bad idea. I'm going to bed now."

Anya chuckled and crossed her arms, "It's nothing to be ashamed of, Octavia. It happens to many."

"I'm not ashamed! I just—" but how was Octavia suppose to finish? "Let's put it this way," Octavia finished pulling on her shirt before finishing her sentence, "Had it been Indra or anyone else touching me, I wouldn't have gotten wet."

Indra was gorgeous sure, but Octavia didn't have feelings for her. Anya narrowed her eyes before they grew wide in realization, "Ah, I see."

"Somehow, I don't think you do," Octavia replied sadly.

"Octavia, if you wish to have sex you need only ask. Lexa's desire for you to be with us means we have permission to—"

"Oh god! Stop talking! Noooo, this isn't about sex, Anya!" Frustrated and a bit angry, Octavia slipped into bed and faced away from Anya, wishing for the day to be over.