Octavia Blake (hasnohome) wrote in saveatlantisic, @ 2018-02-21 20:31:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log, *hannah, *hannahgrace, cappie, octavia blake |
february 14-15
Octavia Blake ✦ Cappie
VALENTINE'S DAY BALL & THE AWKWARD MORNING AFTER Medium (implied sex, nothing spelled out) COMPLETE |
The last time she’d talked to Cappie, Octavia had wanted to slap him across the face but instead had just given him the cold shoulder. She’d gone to surprise him at the bar, but instead of finding him working, she’d been told that he was out with one of those Spinnet girls. Most of the time that probably wouldn’t - and shouldn’t - have bothered her, but this time it made her so angry. They’d had such a beautiful night at dinner and then a nice walk in the park afterwards. He’d been so funny and just way too charming for his own good, and of course she’d fallen for it. And him, apparently. But he’d gone out with someone else. From the conversations she’d heard around the bar that night, it sounded like he did that sort of thing often. What was she? Just some random bird he wanted to take out whenever he got bored with Lulu, Vivi, Trixie, Rosita Chiquita Wichita, or Emilia. Whatever her name was. She’d left the bar that night with the resolve not to pay him any mind whatsoever again. Valentine’s Day rolled around, and as much as she wanted to just ignore it, Octavia ended up deciding to go. She may or may not have been curious about whether or not Cappie was going to show up, but she would never admit that out loud. Dressed in red for the occasion, Octavia had a drink in hand and was browsing the area after speaking to a couple of her friends. As her eyes scanned the room, she eventually spotted Cappie sauntering inside. Her eyes narrowed, and she excused herself from her friends to try to get out of his line of sight before he saw her and tried to come over. One quick glance over her shoulder, and she could already tell that she hadn’t succeeded. Cappie has intended to take Emilia to the Valentine’s Day Ball - he always went with her to these kind of things, didn’t he? - but this time he’d found himself coming up with excuses as to why he might just see her there, rather than them actually going together as a couple. She’d seemed a little put out, to say the least, but Cappie wasn’t exactly new to breaking the odd heart here and there. Still, he usually blew girls off when they got too clingy, jealous or stifling. This time, however, he wanted to fly solo for one purpose only: to ensure that Octavia didn’t get the impression he would rather be there with anyone but her. Because that was the truth of it, wasn’t it? Over the last few days, Cappie had realised, for the first time in his life, that he would gladly give it all up - the freedom, the adventure, the girls - if it meant being with her. He didn’t know how or exactly when their friendship had become something more, or when she’d stopped being just the brave but young girl he liked enabling and corrupting - perhaps it had been that awkward but electric moment when their lips had met on the same strand of spaghetti - but somehow she had morphed into an elegant, spellbinding woman before his very eyes and no one, not even someone as pretty or kind as Emilia Spinnet, could make him give her up now. As he walked into the ball, he caught sight of Octavia’s stunning red dress and long, glossy, dark hair almost immediately. It would have been hard to miss her. She was an absolute vision, despite her efforts to apparently avoid him. Without bothering to look around to see if he knew anyone else there yet, he made a beeline for her in his usual, relaxed gait, although internally his heart was jumping around inside his chest in anything but a cool, calm and collected manner. Approaching her from behind, Cappie slipped one arm around her waist as he stepped close - close enough for his cheek to brush against her hair as he took a deep breath, the wonderful, floral, musky scent of her perfume filling his senses - before circling around to face her, a little smirk playing on his lips. “You were avoiding me,” he pointed out, big, round eyes giving the impression he’d been hurt by the gesture. On one hand, the whole point of Octavia showing up tonight and wearing this dress was to capture Cappie’s attention. On the other, she was still upset with him about all of the other girls she’d been hearing about when it came to him. Okay, so she’d really only heard about one, but there had to be more, right? He was playing her like a fiddle, and she’d let him. Not anymore. She ignored the chill that ran up her back when he touched her and glared at him instead. She didn’t care if he knew she was purposely avoiding him or not. That was kind of the point. “So?” she said and turned her nose up at him and shifted herself so that she wasn’t directly facing him anymore. “Don’t you have others you can go bother instead? Little Miss Pastry Puff?” Octavia used all of her willpower to keep from looking back at him. She wasn’t some little girl who normally fawned all over a guy. In fact, it was usually the opposite. Why was it different this time and with the guy that she’d had a good friendship with for so long? The guy that she should have known better for so many reasons than to get involved with beyond friendship. Cappie’s face fell a little. It upset him that Octavia thought so badly of him. Surely she had been able to sense that what they’d shared the other night had been special, unusually so, enough that it had made this old dog want to learn some new tricks, like becoming a one lady kind of guy. “I came here for you, Pidge. No one else.” Finally, Octavia turned around to look at Cappie square in the eye. Her face was hard as she stood there and watched him. She shouldn't believe him. Not when everything she heard and saw told her otherwise, but it was that stupid nickname and that almost kicked puppy look that made her soften a little - only a little. “Why should I believe you?” she asked him. “When tomorrow you could tell someone else the same thing.” Cappie felt a little shiver run down his spine when her gaze finally fixed on him. Part of him didn’t like the scrutiny and wanted to look away, turn tail and run, back into his comfort zone of playing hooky with a different girl on every street, but another part of him, a bigger, louder, more passionate part, told him that this, she, was worth changing for. “Believe me,” he told her, his brow furrowing slightly with his earnestness. “I’ll spend all tomorrow with you, and the next day, and the next day, if that’s what you want, so I can prove to you that you’re the only lady I want to be with.” Would he really change for her? Octavia wanted to believe him, but she’d been so hurt before when she’d first realized he’d been running around with others. She knew she should just walk away and forget about all of it, but she couldn’t seem to get him out of her head and how special their night out together had felt. That it might have meant something more to him too. “Okay. I believe you,” she admitted and lowered her head, almost blushing. How did he do this to her? When she looked back up to meet his eyes again, she shrugged a bit. “So… what now? Do you want to stay and do this whole Valentine’s thing or…” She let her words trail off and raised a brow at him, smiling just a little. A wide smile spread across Cappie’s face when Octavia said she believed him. He loved the way she lowered her eyes, so coyly, before essentially asking him if he wanted to get out of there with her. The answer was easy, of course. “Why don’t we go have our own adventure?” he replied, reaching down to take hold of her hand in his. “We don’t need all this…” He motioned around at the ball. “...to have a good time, as long as we’re together. Agreed?” “Agreed.” She grinned and held onto his hand as he led her out of the ballroom. They made their way back to the towers and eventually to her apartment. Thankfully, nearly everyone else was at the ball, so they didn't have to worry about interruptions. The rest of the night felt like something out of a dream. Octavia had never felt so protected, loved, and satisfied to top it all off. She never would have thought that the two of the would end up like this, but here they were and it just felt right. She couldn't have asked for a more special or beautiful night. By the time morning rolled around, Octavia could feel a warm body next to her, but she wasn't coherent enough to realize yet who it was. Her subconscious likely thought it was a couple of other people besides who it actually was. She snuggled up to him and kept her eyes closed. She didn't want this moment to pass. Her hand ran across his chest, and that was when she started to realize something wasn't quite right. Memories started to flood back to her, and as soon as her eyes opened, she knew the person lying beside her really shouldn’t be. “Oh my god! Cappie!?!” Cappie’s woke with a start as someone yelled his name, painfully, right in his ear. He blinked blearily, trying to work out where he was and why he was being shouted at. He was in bed, but that wasn’t unusual. He was with Em, but that also wasn’t unusual. Hold on… that wasn’t Em. “Holy fucking Mother of God!” That was Octavia. And he was definitely naked under these sheets. He was willing to bet that she was too. He yanked them up quickly, scooting away from her across the bed whilst trying not to see too much. Still, as he did so, his mind gave him a full colour, widescreen flashback of the night before and he realised he had already seen way more than he ever should have. “This is bad. Really bad.” “No shit!” Any leftover Lady personality traits flew out the window as soon as she'd woken up. Octavia grabbed the top blanket to wrap around herself and stood up from the bed. Looking around her room, she saw the discarded dress and his clothes on the floor. Just the thought of what happened over the last few days made her head hurt. “What in the hell happened?” She was trying to piece through the last week, and none of it made sense. She remembered the ridiculous spaghetti dinner, the park, the jealousy… Oh good god the jealousy. What weird Atlantis magic had hit them? Then it hit her. “If Neal Cupid Caffrey had anything to do with this, I swear I'm going to shove one of those arrows up his ass.” Growing up in a dystopian future meant she had no idea of any Disney connection they'd actually experienced. Cappie groaned and flopped back into the pillow, lifting his hands to cover his face. He’d kind of known that everything felt a bit familiar but he hadn’t really stopped to question it - Atlantis magic tended to work that way. “We were Lady and the Tramp,” he explained, his voice muffled by his hands. “It’s a Disney movie about two dogs. That’s what that spaghetti thing was all about. It’s the iconic scene.” “Lady and the huh?” Octavia was used to not knowing much about different movies and things from the past, but she was stuck on one point he'd brought up. “We were supposed to be dogs??” She didn't really want to, but she probably was going to have to go back and watch the movie to see how it all made sense. “Great,” she said in a way that said this whole thing was anything but great. Though, if it had to be anyone then it was alright it was Cappie, right? Even if the who waking up naked together made things awkward, and the fact he had a girlfriend who Octavia actually liked a lot. “So, uh..” she trailed off but sat back down on the bed, making sure the blanket was still wrapped around her securely. This was the first time Atlantis had put her in such a compromising position. Well, this was technically the first time she'd been in this position period since being in Atlantis, but she so was not bringing that up right now. “What now? This was a weird Atlantis thing. More so than the Care Bear thing, and I can't believe I'm admitting that out loud.” “It explains why I kept wanting to sniff people,” Cappie mused quietly to himself, fitting all the pieces together in his head. Sighing, Cappie pulled himself up to sit beside her, making sure the covers, which pooled at his waist, weren’t exposing anything indecent. “Now… I’m going to get dressed and go home,” he said, hardly wanting to imagine the sense of guilt and shame he would feel on that long walk home. “Oh shit,” he gasped as he remembered where he was. “Em lives on this floor!” As if this wasn’t bad enough already, there was the very real possibility that he might bump into his girlfriend on the way out! Octavia looked at Cappie for a moment before his freak out and realized exactly how fucked up this all was. Sure, Atlantis was behind it all, but they still had to deal with the fallout. She was just lucky that she didn’t have someone else waiting for her to check in. Well, she wasn’t sure if she’d call herself lucky all things considered, but in this situation is sure as hell was a good thing. “I guess jumping out the window probably isn’t a good idea,” she thought aloud. If it were her, she’d go for it, but it probably wasn’t the best idea for him. “What time does she normally go into work? Early, right? Maybe she’s already there.” She stood up from the bed, blanket in tow, and walked over to the door, cracking it a bit to make sure Becker wasn’t out there yet because that was the last thing she needed right now. “You can probably slip out and get to the stairs. It’s only one door down, but the elevator is at the other end of the hall.” Cappie felt an uneasy lurch in his stomach when Octavia mentioned jumping out of the window. He’d just jumped out of another window, to avoid getting spotted leaving someone’s bedroom, when he’d picked up the coin and come here a year ago. In fact, it was because of what had been said in that bedroom that morning that he’d decided to stay here at all. However, the thought of Casey now only served to add to the guilt he was already feeling. While Octavia was occupied by peering out into the shared area of the apartment, Cappie slipped out of the bed, found his discarded boxer shorts and quickly pulled them on. The rest of his Valentine’s Ball outfit was scattered across the floor in various places and it took him a minute to locate and pull everything on. He looked a disheveled mess, he was sure, but at least he wasn’t naked any more. That was a start. “Is the coast clear?” he asked. Like she said, he’d just have to make a dash for the stairs and keep his fingers crossed. He would have to face Emilia at some point but right now was not the time. She turned around to face him again, and noticed that he’d gotten dressed and looked about as presentable as he probably could given the circumstances. She opened up the door wide enough for him to go through. “Yeah, it’s clear but be careful. He usually gets up kinda early.” Thankfully it was still early enough that Octavia didn’t think Becker would be coming out of his room anytime in the next few minutes. “Okay,” Cappie nodded, crossing to the door and peeking out before slipping through. He paused and looked back at Octavia through the gap. “This is nothing personal, you know? You’re an awesome girl and under different circumstances…” He trailed off, unsure how to finish the sentence. Octavia was a friend, a good friend but just a friend, in the way that Spitter, Wade or Beav were his friends. He hoped this wasn’t going to fuck all that up. Octavia shook her head at him. “No, I know. I get it. It’s fine, alright? Really. The last thing you need to worry about is me taking this the wrong way.” Her experience might have been limited, but she knew full well the difference between sex with someone you cared about and sex when it was just sex. Not that this really fit into either of those categories exactly, but… anyway. He knew what she meant. She waved him off to get going, hoping that they hadn’t been too loud during the freak out to wake up Becker and send him looking to see what was going on. Once she was sure that he cleared the front door, Octavia shut the bedroom door, standing there for a moment and just groaned. She walked back to the bed and face-planted down into her pillow. She really wanted to just bury herself underneath her covers and forget the last week ever happened. |