Cave
She loved this cave, loved what it represented for them. She leaned back into her lover's chest, as they sat together, his arms around her, as she sat between his legs, her back against his chest.
They were near the fire, as he was cooking dinner for them, fish from the river. She looked around the cave she had come to love. The drawings on the wall, the bed of furs in the corner, the wall of items that Lincoln had collected over the years. The open area of floor, where he had been teaching her to fight.
It was times like these she wanted to stay here forever, to never return to the dropship, to never have to deal with all the stupid teenagers again. But Octavia knew if she disappeared, her brother would turn the world upside down searching for her.
And the first place to be searched, would be this cave, where they found her last time. She would not have their space ruined by her brother and his stupid friends. Soon dinner was done and reluctantly separated from Lincoln in order to get the two wooden bowls that they used.
He put a fish into each bowl and then shifted to welcome Octavia back close to him. She happily curled against his chest again, as they ate. "I'll have to go soon," She sighed quietly.
Lincoln nodded, "Yes," he sounded as reluctant as she felt. Once she finished eating she leaned into him further, "But not yet." She whispered before her lips met his.