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[ she's drunk. isn't that always the best excuse? octavia's drunk, and the year is drawing to a close. one year on the ground, and what a year it's been. so she's drunk (although probably not enough to use it as a real excuse for her next move) and it's their landing anniversary, and someone starts a loud and obnoxious countdown to the official beginning of Earth Year Two. what else was she going to do?

raven's sitting near by, and octavia clumsily bumps her shoulder as she shuffles in closer, nodding up at the sky. it's beautiful, really. the lack of human kind has left the sky almost perfectly clear, and as stars twinkle above them it seems like a perfectly good idea. it's not like she's made great decisions on monty's moonshine before this, it's a perfect get out of jail free card if this all explodes. ]

Hey. [ perfectly smooth, a little slurred, and then: ] Happy Year Two.

[ octavia's all sloppy grins and wide eyes as she leans in, and an arm snakes around raven's waist just in time to tug her a little closer. she leans in, and despite her current lack of grace manages to land her lips only just off target, crashing into the corner of raven's mouth a little harder than strictly necessary. ]

[raven gets so into the idea of getting drunk on the anniversary that she would crash into it if it were tangible. it's good, because it's no longer doing reckless things to fill up the holes left in her life now that she's got no-one else, because she can drink and get drunk and think of finn and not want to go kill something. someone.

so she's already looking at the sky when octavia comes closer, staring longingly at it if you wanna give it a name. because wasn't it all easier when everyone was going to die in space in their sleep and she could dream of spacewalking? one year ago today, finn and clarke and octavia too, were sent down to the ground to presumably die. a few days later, raven followed in a space bucket. her anniversary's not for another ten days, but she doesn't want to be aware of it enough to celebrate.

because the truth is that she misses space. she misses zero g, misses floating, misses knowing how all the engines worked and what to put her hands to work on when she was angry or sad, and she misses space because there was still finn in space. but she's not sad or angry about it anymore, she just misses.

it's not why she drinks. she drinks to get drunk and have fun, and for the buzz that floods her veins and dulls the effect of having a bad led because everything feels like stuffed with cotton.

she's grinning at octavia as she slurrs, and lets out a little snort as far as 'happy' year two goes, but then there's -- well, then.

(it's been a while. she misses space, but she also misses sex and making out with someone, if she's brutally honest and selfish. she's selfish and brutal, so.)] You missed.

[voice low, tinged with a laugh. she stumbles a little on her own two feet and leans her weight against octavia, who can take it now that she's all amazon princess or whatever she is. and smooches her, dead center on the lips. apparently little o wants to experiment, well -- she's not the kind of person who talks people out of bad decisions either. ~~sorry, bellamy.~~]

[ granted she isn't looking to be talked out of any decisions, but it probably helps things along that bellamy isn't anywhere nearby anyway. there's no buzz kill quite like an overprotective brother to get in the middle of things, but she'd already made sure to leave him busy dealing with other people. at any rate, her clumsy attempt at pulling the moves fall just a little short and she laughs - a quiet little snort under her breath that accompanies the tightening of the arm around raven's waist. after all she is all amazon princess now, she can take it. ]

Yeah well-

[ she was all ready with some incredibly clever retort (like, you know, 'no you missed') when raven plants her lips on octavia's, in the right place this time, and she just grins slightly into the kiss. finally, the way to get her to shut up is discovered. it only took a year.

one hand tightens a little on raven's waist, just enough to say 'don't go anywhere', and her other comes up to touch her cheek. even though the kiss breaks, she leans her forehead far enough forward that they're resting together, and murmurs under her breath: ] So fun fact, not the first time I've thought about doing that.

[yeah. that's right. someone should hand her an award for discovering it, except that it's apparently a good way to shut up people in her family, and she doesn't want to think about the time(s) she kissed bellamy while kissing octavia. that's just rude. and raven's not rude, not about makeouts.

like, she's all about reciprocation and teasing. a sweep of her tongue across octavia's lower lip to get her to open her mouth, chasing away the taste of moonshine on her tongue with barely a muffled little sound.

it's the touch -- it's being held, being held in place -- that ends up acting as a calmant; the knowledge that, hooch aside, she's wanted here. against this gorgeous girl's lips. (she's in, sign her up.) and octavia goes and confirms it.

a spring comes loose behind raven's ribcage, and she grins like she's just been told 'look at all this space, walk through it, it's yours'.] Yeah? Could've fooled me.

[ she's tempted to make some flippant comment about the options drastically dropping over time, but somewhere between thinking about it and opening her mouth monty's moonshine works double time, and instead she just gives a lazy grin and a little laugh.

with all that goes on around here octavia can't afford to be drunk all that frequently, but even though she's far beyond the point of no return (and still considering dipping in for a little more) it certainly isn't an excuse. it's not one she intends to use either, as she leans a little closer and half brushes her lips to the corner of raven's mouth, half bumps her cheek against the other girl.

(it might not be an excuse for the kissing, but it's totally an excuse for the lack of co-ordination, give her a break) ]

Maybe if somethin' wasn't trying to murder us every damn week.. [ said as jokingly as she can manage between the a) serious matter of seriously Earth stop trying to kill them and b) reality of 'fessing up something fierce here. ] You're just- I don't know. I want to be around more. Shut up.

[ advice for herself, which she promptly takes by leaning in and rather fiercely kissing raven again, because clearly that's far more important. ]

[hey, it's a good thing; raven probably wouldn't like hearing how she's almost first choice again. but - shock and surprise - octavia doesn't make her feel like that right now. maybe it's the moonshine and the way she grins at her, maybe it's the kiss to the corner of her mouth, maybe a combination of all the factors, maybe a not the first time I've thought about doing that.

her mouth splits into a grin.] I'm not saying anyth-mmm. [yes, agreed. far more important. when was the last time -- no, she's not going to think about that. her love life isn't a list she has to keep with the smallest details.

she shifts her stance and draws octavia in closer with her hands on her hips, and deepens the kiss. hardens the kiss. gives into it.]

[ and that's about the sum of it - or at least it should be, because she's holding raven about as close as she can get without bruising the other girl, and raven isn't the only one who can't/won't think about how long it's been between kisses like this.

but octavia isn't exactly known for her self-control, as much as people have tried to train it out of her she's still remarkably impulsive, explosive, blunt and brash when she wants to be - and now she wants to be. even as she drags her teeth against the other girl's lower lip she just can't help herself. ]

Y'know- [ interrupted when she continues the kiss ] -if I was compelling enough- [ she breaks the kiss here, but pretty much immediately fastens her lips to raven's jaw and trails lightly along there ] -could probably spend more time here. Just a thought.

[ honestly, she can't keep her mouth shut and it's a problem. who needs to shut up now, huh? ]

[she was wrong. octavia's not missing any spot. that drag of her teeth has her catching her breath, the deviation to her jaw makes her hold it. she tilts her head to the side, inexplicably drawn to smile a goofy smile.

(she's not comparing, who's comparing? but it's kind of nice to be sought out first ~~by a blake~~.)

octavia's mouth brushes lightly over one spot in her jaw that makes her knee feels like jello, and she exhales.] You have good thoughts...

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i'm like 100% gonna do both at u tbh. also idek wings the heck outta this

year 2, where the angst went down to 45%

slightly less sad, hell of a lot more time to make out

hella

sLOWLY PLUGS THROUGH THINGS omfg

ha ha you need me neener neener

we have found the one thing that will turn me into a fast tagger it is chronic lateness ffff

desperation to get in a game