Taste
They sat in the cave, after a morning of collecting various fruits, most of which Octavia had never tasted. Lincoln cut one open and offered her half of it. Curiosity and trust had Octavia sinking her teeth into the fruit.
Almost immediately, her face puckered up, and she shook her head. Lincoln snickered as she handed the piece back to him. "Ekk!" She eagerly grabbed for the cup of water he offered, she drank the entire cup.
"Some are a little more sour." Lincoln said, his voice filled with amusement, Octavia's eyes narrowed as she knew he clearly had known what her reaction would be to that particular fruit.
"That wasn't very nice." But she couldn't help but smirk back at him, he was so handsome when he was smiling. Lincoln cut another fruit in half and offered it to her. She narrowed her eyes, eyeing him with suspicion, making Lincoln laugh.
"It's sweet, I promise." One more moment of debate, and Octavia took the fruit. She tasted it hesitantly, but Lincoln was telling the truth, it was very sweet.
"This is really good." She said, as she finished the fruit. Smiling he leaned over and kissed her, tasting the sweetness left from the fruit.