Linctavia Appreciation Week – Day 5
Day 5: Song you associate with them
Love Me Like You Do- Ellie Goulding
They walk into Camp Jaha with their hands linked. The war had been hell, but neither have any regrets. They have always chosen each other, and they will continue to do so.
Octavia grips Lincoln's hand tightly, almost fearful that something would happen to him if she let go. He squeezes her hand back, and it's comforting. He's here, and he's alive. That's all that matters.
She spares a glance in his direction, and she can see his hard set face. He's staring straight ahead, and she can tell that his mind is elsewhere. She wants to see him smile again, like he only does for her.
When they set up camp and a tent, she's glad for the isolation from others. Clarke is gone, Jasper is broken, and Bellamy is trying to keep it together. Lincoln's stoicism is a comfort to her.
They lay on blankets with their hands still joined and his arm around her. She buries her face in the crook of his neck, and breathes him in, sweat and all. His scent has always calmed her. It grounds her and makes her forget about the rest of the world. While so much lies ahead of them, she is glad for this small moment of intimacy.
They're still in their uniforms when they fall asleep, too tired to take it off. It bites them in the ass in the morning when they're stiff and sore. He suggests a trip to the river where they can bathe and wash their things, and she agrees.
They make it a day trip and bring along packs. Not much is said on the journey there. Their wounds are too raw to talk about just yet. While they travel in silence, Octavia reaches for his hand. He entwines their fingers, and they remain close until they reach the river.
Lincoln helps her remove her clothes and gear, and she does the same for him. When they're done, they're only in their underwear. Octavia's about to take them off when she catches Lincoln's gaze. He's studying her.
She removes her hands and steps closer to him with her hands resting on his Apollo's belt. Standing on her toes, she places a kiss against his lip as she slides his underwear down.
His teeth tease her bottom lip before his tongue caresses it. He unhooks her bra and tosses it to the side. Cupping the back of her head, he deepens the kiss as he pulls her panties off.
They hold each other while they kiss languidly. There's no rush or urgency last time. They can take their time.
His muscles contract when her fingers dance across them, and her body shivers when he cups her breasts. Her moan brings him back to reality, and he steps away.
She groans in frustration, but she knows they need to bathe first. They're both covered in grime. She grabs a bar of soap from her pack and follows him into the water.
Once she builds a lather into her hands, she washes him slowly. His groans delight her as massages his skin as she goes. She makes it to his member, but he moves her hands away. She pouts but moves on to his thighs and legs.
When she's done, he rinses all the soap off and returns the favor. He even washes her hair and gives her a scalp massage.
Even after they're clean, neither wants to leave, so he teachers her how to swim. It's shallow enough for her to be safe, and he's easy in his instruction. Once she gets the hang of it, they race each other across the river. He wins of course.
As they lay out in the sun to dry, Octavia speaks.
"Lincoln, what do we do now?" She can practically hear his body tense up, and she turns to her side so that he can't escape her. He turns to look in her eyes and reaches to caress her face.
"Enjoy the time we have with each other." His answer is simple, but their situation is not.
"Lincoln…" she drawls, and he sighs.
"The allies of the Woods clan will still take us if you want to go, but I know you were just reunited with your brother," he answers. "We could stay at the camp and make a life there."
Octavia sees the sincerity in his eyes, and it makes her want to cry. This beautiful man of hers chose her over his people and was willing to live with the Ark people just to be with her. She leans over and presses a soft kiss to his mouth.
"I love Bellamy, but it's not my home. The Ark was never my home. They locked me up for just being born, and now they're going to start encouraging people to have more children. I would never feel at peace there," she admits. He nods, and she knows that he understands her.
"What about your brother?" Lincoln asks, and she sees that he's watching her face for her reaction.
"His home is there. He was our leader when we were sent to the ground. Now that Clarke's gone, he has to stay to try and pick up the pieces. I don't want to stay there, Lincoln. Not even for Bellamy."
He's quiet for a moment, and she turns away from him. She feels ashamed for some reason. She left Indra to be with her brother, and now she's prepared to leave her brother behind.
"Octavia," he says in the way she loves. "You are allowed to seek happiness for yourself, even if that means leaving others behind. Even Indra knows that."
"Indra left me in those caves," Octavia huffed. Her eyes squeeze shut as she remembers being left to face the challenge on her own. The woman she looked up to and fought beside was hers no longer.
"She left you alive, and that's what important. Lexa left me alive as well. They both gave us a choice, and we made it. I don't regret mine, but you seem to regret yours."
There it was. Out in the open. A sob escaped her, and she couldn't hide. Next thing she knew, Lincoln drew her into his arms.
"We're not Grounders or Sky People. We're us, and that's enough for me," Lincoln murmurs against her hair.
"I don't regret a goddamn thing," she says and turns in his arms so that she's facing him. "It got me you."
He smiles at her and kisses her forehead. She cups his cheeks and brings him down for a kiss. It was simple at first, but as time passed it grew more passionate.
He laid her back on the animal skins and covered her body with his own. She felt his member harden against her, and she grinded against him. His hands at her waist stilled her as he moved his kisses from her mouth to her throat.
His lips were hot and wet as he trailed them down her throat to the valley of her breasts. His mouth closed over a nipple, and his hand occupied the other one. She clutched his head to her chest as currents of desire ran through her. The heat moved from her face and spread throughout her body, focusing in her center.
She nearly raked his back with her nails when he used his teeth. The sharp contrast to his soft lips made her buck against him.
"Lincoln," she whined, and he went even lower. Her thighs clamped over his head as her started licking her center. Her moans became screams when he added his fingers and curled them against her walls.
His hot tongue slowly moved across her flesh as his fingers slowed inside of her. He alternated between sucking her clit and licking her lips.
Octavia brought her hands up to her breasts to pull her twirl her nipples since Lincoln's hands were occupied. She nearly cried when detached from her flesh to put her legs over his shoulders. Once he returned to pleasuring, her hands fell to the skin and bunched them up underneath her hands.
"Lincoln, Lincoln, Lincoln!" she panted before she came. He kept licking her throughout her orgasm, and she tried to twist away but he kept her in place. He moved away from her clit and focused on her folds as he continued to work his fingers inside her.
He kept curling them and rubbing them against the top wall inside her as if searching for something. She gasped once he found it and nearly bit through her lip as he started rubbing harder.
She felt a pressure building inside of her. It felt different than before, but she craved it. She was scared too. It felt too great and too pleasurable. He rubbed harder while sucking her clit, and she dug her nails into his arms. She didn't know if he was groaning in pain or in pleasure, but she didn't care. She just didn't want him to stop.
Or atleast she thought she did until it felt like she had to pee.
"Lincoln," she tried to warn him, but he just doubled his efforts. Within seconds, it hit her. She screamed as the pleasure tore through her, and her fingers raked his skin.
Every single place that his skin touched hers was on fire. Her whole body rode out the waves of ecstasy while she thrashed around. She could feel him use his strength to keep her in place while continued to finger and eat her out.
Then another wave hit her, and she passed out. When she came to moments later, he was pressing kisses along her slick thigh. Sweat dotted his face and forehead, and she was horrified to see that his face and torso were wet.
"Lincoln?" she was about to ask, but he surged up and claimed her lips harshly. She could taste herself on him, and she was tempted to join their bodies now.
"It's normal," he whispered against her lips. She just nodded and continued to kiss him. Her hands dropped to his groin and wrapped around his length. This time, he didn't stop her.
She rolled them over so that she was on top, and she promptly took him in her mouth. Licking him all the way from the base to the tip, she used his hands on the areas that weren't covered by her mouth.
His grunts only encouraged her, and she decided to take him all the way in. She slowly built up to it, and hummed once the tip touched the back of her throat. Using her tongue and hands, she slowly bobbed her head up and down.
His hands tangled in her hair, and he gently guided her. He came into her mouth, and groaned loudly when swallowed all of him.
He brought her up to his mouth and kissed her once more. It was sloppy, but neither of them cared.
"Lincoln, make love to me," she whispered while looking into his eyes. He rolled her so that she was underneath him and entered her slowly. There was no need for build up as she was still wet from her earlier orgasms.
With one hand linked with hers and the other at her waist, he set a delicious pace for them both. It was slow, but it was just right. He looked into her eyes as he moved inside her, and she looked back at him with her mouth slightly parted.
He stilled for a moment as he reached for something to the side. He gently lifted her up and placed a balled up skin underneath her lower back. When he withdrew and plunged inside her again, he hit that spot that made her see starts.
Her voice choked up as he started thrusting deeper. Her legs locked around his waist as she tried to urge him to go faster. He placed a kiss to cheek then her neck, but did not increase his speed.
One of his hands went between them and started circling her clit. His other hand cupped her cheek as her breathing quickened. With every thrust, he made sure to rub against that spot. It made her body shake every time he hit it.
After a few more thrusts, she came again. It was softer this time, but she was not. She bit his lip, his neck, and even tightened her legs to get him to move faster. He took the hint and started snapping his hips faster. He also took her legs placed them on his shoulder. For once, he was glad that Indra forced all her warriors to stretch well. Otherwise, he would have hurt her.
This time, he didn't draw things out. He was moving so fast that Octavia was sobbing in pleasure. She couldn't focus on anything other than feeling him inside her. She so desperately wanted it to end and continue on forever at the same time.
Lincoln looked into her eyes and said, "I love you, Octavia."
Her body erupted in ecstasy, and she kept her eyes focused on him as she screamed at the top of her lungs. He kept moving inside her throughout her tremors, seeking his own release.
His movements brought wave after wave of orgasms to her. It was minutes later when he came as well.
He collapsed on top her, but moved to the side to give her space. Both of them were covered in sweat, and the sun beating down on them only made it feel hotter. Their labored breathing was the only sound that filled the air for awhile.
When Octavia's heart slowed back to its natural rhythm, she climbed on top of him and placed her ear over his heart. It was strong and beat to the same rhythm of hers.
"Lincoln?" He looked at her. "I love you, too."
His smile did things to her. It made her want to walk through hell. It made her want to take on the entire world. But it also made her completely and utterly happy.
He was her future, and she was never going to let go.