Mature
Octavia didn't have much to do today, and for her, an idle mind created mischief. The brunette moved around Arkadia, getting a three gallon bucket, and filling it with cold water.
A grin on her face, she headed back to the room she shared with Lincoln. She kept herself busy until an hour before Lincoln was suppose to get back. She scooted a chair over to the door.
Cracking the door open she lifted the bucket up onto the top of the door, letting it balance against the wall, sitting on the top of the door. Very carefully Octavia backed away, and waited.
She thought she might crawl out of her skin in anticipation, until finally she heard his boots outside the door. Habit had him nudging the door open. The bucket fell, water splashed over the man, the bucket falling at his feet.
Lincoln jerked back in surprise, a muffled sound escaping at the feel of the icy water. He looked over at the sound of laughter, "Very mature, Octavia." Lincoln growled.
On the far side of the room, Octavia was bent over, cackling, finding this just as entertaining as she'd hoped. While to others, her lover would look severely pissed, she saw the flickers of amusement in his dark eyes.
He stalked closer, Octavia's eyes widened, "Uh uh, stay away Lincoln." She tried to scrambled away, but he was took fast. Long arms reached out, grabbing her, dragging her to his soaked chest, causing her clothes to get wet.
He nuzzled against her as he held her close. "Payback will come Octavia." He murmured against her skin, causing her to shiver. She turned in his arms, grinning, "Do your worst." She challenged.
Leaning in she kissed him deeply, her hands pushing his wet shirt up and off as he started pulling on her shirt as he backed her towards the bed.