A cold and lonely night

Meg shifted in the bed, drawing a little closer to Octavia until she heard her speak up. She barely managed to bring a hand up to cover a yawn as she came too. "Is something wrong Blondie?" She asked quietly as she leaned over and took Octavia's hand in hers. Octavia had taken to calling her Butters thanks to the butterfly tattoo on Meg's shoulder blade. It was a sweet little nickname and Meg rather liked how Octavia had been the one to come up with it. The two of them had gotten much closer as the weeks went on, and while Meg was tempted to make a move on Octavia she didn't. It wouldn't be fair of her to do that, especially since Octavia was pregnant...God if something were to happen to her baby. Meg silently hoped that nothing bad would happen, she had to hold out some kind of hope that things would improve. What else could she do after all?

Octavia watched as Meg woke up. She squeezed Megs hand when she took it in hers. "I can't sleep." As soon as she had said it, Octavia realised how stupid she had been to wake Meg just for that. She looked down, wondering if she should apologise. Instead she decided to ask what she had intended to ask when she woke up her sleeping friend. "Would you mind holding me?" she asked. "... just for a little while," she added soon after, as if that somehow made waking her up okay. She looked up at Meg again and bit her lower lip, nervously wondering what Meg would reply.

Meg blinked at Octavia's request, not entirely sure if she'd heard her correctly. The look on Octavia's face though answered her unasked question and Meg moved to wrap her arms around Octavia. "Yeah sure...better?" She asked quietly once she had situated herself comfortably. She moved so she was closer against her and nearly bit down on her own bottom lip as Octavia's scent filled her nostrils. "So you're not able to sleep? Is it nightmares or something?" She asked after a moment as she ran her hands along Octavia's sides in a comforting motion. Octavia had a tendency to freak out but then Meg couldn't blame her, they were being held prisoner by some crazy person. A person neither of them had met yet, who could be working with a group for all Meg knew. It made no sense though and Meg's worry was on the verge of becoming as pronounced as Octavia's. Which was something Meg could usually bury with a disturbing amount of ease. She found it easier sometimes not to focus on her worries, whatever they tended to be. It wasn't a good habit of hers and was one she was trying to break. However her prior concern at that moment was Octavia who wasn't handling things well and Meg didn't want her to lose her baby.

Octavia snuggled into Megs arms and made herself comfortable. "Mhm. Thank you," she breathed against Megs chest. She had started taking off her shirt, bra and jeans off before she went to bed, so she was only wearing underwear and her tank top.
Octavia shook her head at Megs question. Despite the fact that their lives had turned into a real nightmare, she hadn't had one in her sleep that night. "I just couldn't fall asleep." She started trailing a finger around in circles over the area she knew Megs tattoo was located. "I miss home," she said after a while, as if she had thought about it and concluded that was the reason she couldn't sleep.

Meg shivered a little bit as Octavia started trailing her finger along her shoulder blade. Right in the area where Meg's tattoo rested, "No problem." Meg said eventually trying not to concentrate on how Octavia had her face practically buried in her chest. Her lips were nearly hitting Meg's cleavage, then again Meg's nightgown had a sweetheart neckline and her breasts were practically on display. Why Meg had chosen that particular nightgown to sleep in the night she had been taken was beyond her. God she should have worn actual pajama's but no she had wanted to feel sexy.

Even though there would have been no one but her to appreciate how she looked...and now Meg couldn't help but wonder just how long she'd have to wear the damned thing. It wasn't exactly made for consistent use after all, and while it did wonderful things to her cleavage it wasn't exactly practical.

She was pulled out of her thoughts by Octavia's next words, "I wish I could get us both out of here. I'm sorry you miss your home though...is there anything else I can do?" She asked after a moment, hating that she was practically useless in this situation. She shifted so she could gently sweep some of Octavia's hair back from her face. "Want to talk about it?" She asked as she studied Octavia thoughtfully.

Octavia thought about Megs question for a while, but eventually she shook her head. "No, I just want to lay like this for a while." She had already told Meg a lot about her life at home, and even though she enjoyed talking to Meg and also finding out more about her life, talking about it didn't make Octavia feel any better about being kidnapped. It didn't make her miss her normal life any less than she did.
For a long time, the two girls laid in the bed without saying a word. Octavia didn't fall asleep, but she did feel a lot calmer in Megs arms. It felt safe. Octavia started to wonder if Meg had fallen asleep again. She shifted so she was able to get a look at her face. Her eyes were closed, but Octavia couldn't tell if that meant she was actually asleep or not. "Thank you for doing this," she whispered as she leaned closer to give Meg a kiss on the cheek.

Meg nodded in understanding, knowing that Octavia probably just wanted to relax. She kept her arms loosely wrapped around her and occasionally stroked her sides. Eventually she started to doze, she was still a little tired after all. It didn't even dawn on her that Octavia had moved closer towards her, but she shifted just the littlest bit. Her lips were soon pressing against something warm and wet and she opened her eyes in confusion. Octavia's lips were pressing against her own, judging from her expression she clearly hadn't meant to kiss Meg. Meg's eyes widened and she slowly pulled back, not wanting to offend Octavia after all. "I'm sorry, I didn't even realize you had moved." She said apologetically. Her face turned a bright red and she looked down and away from Octavia. All she could think about now was the kiss and how nice it had felt to kiss her. The few kisses Meg had had over the years had been more rushed and that had been sweet. Although it definitely hadn't been on purpose if Meg was any judge.

Octavias eyes widened in surprise when her kiss didn't land where she had intended. Even though the kiss was misplaced, Octavia couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed when Meg pull away. She could feel the heat rise in her cheeks. It was the first time in her adult life that she had kissed another girl. Her lips had been so soft. "I'm the one who should apologise," Octavia rushed to say. "Please don't hate me," she said and shut her eyes. She could hear a slight panic in her own voice as she spoke. "I meant to kiss your cheek." She wasn't sure if that would make it any better in Megs eyes.

Meg studied Octavia out of the corner of her eye, she looked so cute when she was nervous. "No it's fine...it was my fault anyway." She apologized as she kept her head lowered. Although the traitorous part of her brain wanted to see what it would feel like to kiss her again. Before she could stop herself she leaned forward just the slightest bit and lightly brushed her lips against Octavia's own. She gave Octavia time to pull away if she wanted and slowly pulled back after a moment. "I'm sorry I....I don't what came over me." She said quietly feeling her face heat up. She shouldn't have given in like that, and yet she hadn't quite been able to help herself.

Octavia had gotten so tense with nervousness, but all that vanished when she felt Megs lips against her own once more. She slowly opened her eyes and saw Megs face right in front of her. She looked so cute when she was blushing, but Octavia didn't want her to apologise. She just wanted to feel her lips again. Without thinking about it any further, Octavia closed the gap between them and kissed Meg, more passionately this time. (Afterall, you only live once).

Meg nearly froze when Octavia suddenly leaned forward and kissed her. This time the kiss was much more passionate and Meg nearly whimpered from just how nice it was. She pressed her body closer against Octavia's own as she kept kissing her, loving the taste of her. Her arms slid down to grip Octavia's ass as she kissed her hungrily. She might have kept on kissing her but then reality hit and she pulled back. What was she doing? She'd never done something like this before, and even though she wanted to keep going she wasn't sure how. "I'm so sorry I um...I think I should um pee." She said knowing the excuse was horrible. Her face burned in embarrassment, what had she been thinking? She slid out of the bed and hurried towards the bathroom, God she must seem so weird to Octavia.

Octavia enjoyed the kiss and the touches. She wasn't ready for Meg to pull back when she did. "Wait.. I'm sorry," she called after Meg as she rushed to the bathroom.
Octavia sat up in the bed. What had she done? She had let her urges get the better of her. She was afraid she had ruined her relationship with Meg. Kissing her had been way out of line. She put a hand on her stomach and felt even more guilty by doing so. But a part of her wondered if Henry, her fiancé, would even care. She could feel herself getting teary-eyed and quickly dried them.

Meg was so caught up in just leaving that she didn't even really hear Octavia apologizing as she darted into the bathroom. She ran her hands over her arms as she struggled to keep herself somewhat calm the moment she shut the door behind her. God she was so stupid sometimes! It wasn't like Octavia was to blame...she really wasn't. Meg let out a shaky sigh and ran a hand over her face, it wasn't her fault about what had happened.

She didn't even know one of the main reasons for Meg running off the way that she had. Meg's eyes darted up the mirror and let out a small sigh as she studied her reflection with a frown. Her lips were swollen from Octavia's kisses, and her hair had come undone from it's braid so it was now tumbling down past her shoulders. She ran a hand against her lips as she thought about the kisses...they had been so sweet, and then just as suddenly they had become quite passionate.

Octavia knew how to kiss, and God she tasted so good...Meg wasn't sure how she'd be able to keep herself away from Octavia now. Especially after having kissed her like that, the mere thought made her body shiver in anticipation. "Fuck." She growled under her breath, she really had screwed things up back there. Maybe if she hadn't been so afraid she might have been able to go further. Then again that was extremely selfish of her, Octavia was engaged and she was pregnant. Meg couldn't get in the way of that...even if she really wanted too.