｡･:*:･ﾟ★," I want to have you as my own personal feast."｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

｡･:*:･ﾟ☆"I thought we were just going to be friends tonight?"｡･:*:･ﾟ★,

Octavia

"You would think they would care to stop nymph traffickers." Stella snaps as we stride through the hallways.

"Perhaps, but who would work in their brothels and as their escorts." I murmur, grinning when the sound of Riven's footsteps faltering at my words. Sky remains as unaffected as always, that cold exterior becoming more permanent by the day.

"You can't be serious." Stella demands as she gapes in shock, a slight blush rising to her cheeks at the topic of conversation.

"I'm dead serious," I grin in amusement at her flustered look, "Why do you think I had the General Attorney brought in, I thought I was going to have to deal with Villareal's predecessor, and let me tell you, that male had a thing for nymphs."

Stella covers her mouth to hide her loud giggles as we reach the Winx suite, she quickly unlocks the door and invites me inside, Riven and Sky quickly following. Beatrix is apparently sneaking down to the greenhouse to take some chemicals to begin testing against the burned one residue. Where she got Burned One residue from I do not know.

"How was the meeting," Aisha asks cordially from her place on the sofa, Musa smiles at me in greeting from her side.

"Boring and tedious as always," Stella sighs in irrigation, rummaging through the selection of tea bags in their little coffee corner. "Why must males spend more time measuring their dicks than dealing with the important shit?"

The giggles and I watch in silence as a stoic Sky moves to stand by Bloom's place on the sofa.

"Because-" Riven begins but pauses when all eyes turn to him, he grins sarcastically and shakes his head, "Nope, I'm not dealing with that issue."

"Smart choice." Musa laughs and Riven mockingly laughs in her face.

I smile at their banter, happy to see Musa engaging after so long of remaining in her little headphones bubble.

"Octavia had a good day though," Stella taunts and I suddenly panic that she somehow knows what I did with Riven, what I lost to him, "She had lots of fun putting the ministers in their place with technical jargon that I don't understand."

"You're living my dream life." Aisha jokingly moans but I see Musa's eyes flash and her expression fall slightly, Aisha means that genuinely. She's jealous.

"It was a rather attractive sight," Riven drawls as he leans against the wall next to me, grinning down at me.

I hear the girls make various noises of mock disgust and Terra's expression suddenly becomes unreadable. Riven presses a kiss against my forehead and my heart stutters, warmth filling me at his gentle gestures. I wasn't expecting him to be- to be so affectionate. With all the bad boy attitude, the obvious trauma and bad habits, I was expecting. Well I don't know what I was expecting but I've been pleasantly surprised with his care.

"We should go," I murmured to Riven, "It's getting late."

"Is that an invitation?" he whispers against my lips.

We grin and quickly leave the winx suite, striding through the corridor in our haste to get back to my dorm. Where we would be alone again, finally.

"Octavia!" I turn to see Terra leaning out of the winx suite door and I pause my fast strides, causing Riven to groan in annoyance beside me.

"What, Terra?" He demands, clearly frustrated. I really hope it's sexually.

I slap his arm when Terra's expression drops.

"Wait here, please." I mutter to him, pressing a quick kiss to his lips before he can complain.

"Ankáthi?" I ask, once I've reached Terra who steps out of her dorm fully holding some kind of plant.

"It's for you," She mutters, thrusting the small pot out to me, "Stella was on the phone to Beatrix the other day, asking about how you were doing. It seemed pretty bad."

I tense, feeling cornered by the sincere expression on Terra's face.

"It's a strawberry plant, so you never run out of them on bad days. I enchanted it" She whispers, forcing a smile at me, "I've seen Riven get you strawberries at lunch and for breakfast, you always seem to smile when you see them."

She suddenly panics, face turning down as her eyes water. I freeze in shock, struggling to comprehend that she paid this much attention to me, that she cared this much. No one has gone this far out of their way to get me something so personal and so thought out.

"I have completely misunderstood this haven't I. It's not place, and I'm really sorry for overhearing the conversation Stella had but she was so worried and you sounded so sad-"

"Thank you, Terra." A smooth voice cuts in and I register the shock on Terra's face first and the feeling of Riven linking his pinkie through mine second. "Octavia loves it I'm sure, it's just been a long day of meetings and drama, I think we're both a little overwhelmed."

"Oh- Oh of course." Terra bustles, clearly put out a little but she forces a happy smile and hurries back into her dorm.

I gently brush against one of the perfect strawberries hanging from the leaves, because they are perfect. Each one of them is bright red and ripe, perfect for picking. Pulling one off I marvel as a flower slowly buds and springs to life on the picked stalk, warmth sparking in my chest when it takes only a few seconds to grow into a perfect strawberry. The amount of power she must have used to enchant this. It's still a small object, nothing like trying to enchanted an entire field of crops or bag of seeds but- she put a lot of effort into this.

"Why the tears?" Riven murmurs as he brushes one away with his thumb.

"Happy tears Riv," I whisper back munching on the strawberry, "These are happy tears."

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

"C'mon pixie, let's get changed and into bed."

I freeze and Riven scoffs at me, like my reactions are so fucking amusing.

"I've already told you on the walk over, I don't have to sleep in your bed tonight," He huffs and tidies up around my kitchen, clearly it's his safe space.

I move to sit on the sofa, and fidget as I watch him clean. He doesn't look at me but he has extra senses or some shit, which he annoyingly does funnily enough, because after I've agonised over the bed situation for ten minutes and find myself jittery, he says, "Look, I get you're probably gonna have issues-"

"Why am I going to have issues?" I snap.

He cuts me off with a stern look. "You've been raise under the threat of assassins, rape and torture for your entire childhood and from multiple fucking sources. From what I can tell the people you care for tend to be taken away from you and you had a complete comatose moment yesterday after losing your power."

He takes a breather and I look down in embarrassment.

"I'm sure that would make anyone jumpy, Pixie. I'm not in a rush. We can take it as slow as you want." Silence as I ponder his words, "If what we did today was too much-"

"No," I interrupt, head snapping up to look at his guilt eyes, "today was perfect, I don't regret it."

"Thank Helios," he breathes, "Cause I had a glorious time."

I grin a little at his forced joke but I dim down as my thoughts drift back to hid words as he busies himself with washing clean dishes to give me a moment. "I'm not scared."

"I didn't say you were. Pretty sure I said jumpy."

I roll my eyes at him. "It's not just all the shit going on that's stopping me. I'm not interested in casual, never have been and never will be. I don't want to just fuck guys."

Riven scrubs the pots in silence and I watch him while I try to figure out how the fuck to say it. When he moves on to wipe the surfaces with such thoroughness I know he's been trained by Sky, only a soldier like mentality could force someone to clean with that precision.

"Are you trying to ask me if I think this is casual? Because fuck, Pixie, I'm kind of hoping you already know how serious I'm taking this."

I swallow. "Knowing something and believing it are two different things Riv, letting yourself believe something. I guess, I still kind of think this whole life is going to blow up in my face."

He nods and drops the cloth by the sink, walking over to where I lean over the back of the sofa.

"What can I do to prove it to you, hmmm." He whispers, staring down at me with such love and care that I blush. "What do you need me to do, Pix."

I look up at him from under my lashes, "I need you to stay with me tonight, and be by my side tomorrow. It's not going to be a good day in the meetings."

Riv hums and nods, "What else."

He knows me so well.

"Distract me," I beg, because I know what conversation is coming with Lýkos tomorrow, what I'll need to do with the Burned Ones soon.

"It's becoming too real, Riv." I confess as he tugs me up from the sofa, "There is too much, too much responsibility, too many lies and secrets."

Riven leads me to the bedroom, gently helping me undress with such care that I can't help but feel safe.

"You did so well today, a true leader." Riven mutters as he sits down on my bed, "the ministers were eating from your hand by the end of it."

I scoff slightly, sliding under the covers as I watch him get changed.

"Some, perhaps, but there are still vipers among them that saw what I was doing." I comment mindlessly.

"But you controlled the sheep," He answers as he slides into the bed next to me, "Lions and tigers and bears must be slayed. Other creatures should be guided and led. You know the difference between them."

He's wrong. I don't know what I'm doing. I've read books, and reports and I've practised on a small scale but this is still new. I'm leading when I've barely had any practice and soon I'm going to ask soldiers to go into battle for me. To risk their lives for an untested child giving them orders.It doesn't make me a leader, It makes me a lying piece of trash.

"We should go to sleep." I murmur.

The patter of rain was the only sound for a while, for a long moment where I thought I had disappointed him before he said, "All right."

The cool sheets shifted around me but my shiver was from something else as I felt the mattress dip and shift as Riven moved to turn off the light.

The darkness hit me the same moment the heat from his body did and for a moment the second sensation was enough to distract me from the first. From the lack of comfort it brought me, the lack of power.

I stare out into the darkness, shaking as the loneliness begins to creep in. The memories of the cell coming back. Of what the darkness there was like before the shadows crept in. I shift backwards slightly, trying to steal Riven's warmth and take comfort from his close proximity.

"You're shaking so hard the bed is moving," Riv mumbles.

"The dark is different now." I admit.

Riven was silent for a long moment and then I felt his front press against me as the mattress shifted, allowing him to lay directly behind me as his warmth poured over me. "There are no expectations, but If you really want me to distract you- I can or you can just enjoy my company instead of the shadows' in a... platonic way." I scowl at the laughter in his voice.

Riven's broad hands slid under and over me; one coming to rest against my stomach, tugging me back to him till I pressed against the hard warmth of his body. The slides under my ribs and arms band across my chest, pinning me against him in the most delicious way as his legs tangle with mine.

I smile slightly, appreciating his comfort as I shift back against him, pausing when he gasps at the movement.

"Platonic, Pixie," he breathes against the shell of my ear before dipping down to mouth into my neck, "I thought we were just going to be friends tonight?"

I trace a finger along his arm, grinding back into him until something hard pushes against my behind. Heat flooded me, and I went taut and loose all at once.

"First you decided to step back, keep it all PG," He drawls, spreading his fingers over my stomach to make idle, lazy strokes, "then you taunt me and drive me insane with those delectable hips of yours."

He swirls his fingers around my navels, and I press back closer into him, blushing when he chuckles low against my neck. I ignore him and arch slightly to give that other hand access to my breasts.

"I told you today, you have to tell me what you want." He whispers, lips hovering over my neck as his fingers travel down the slope of my breasts, while his hand my stomach drifts lower and lower with painstaking slowness.

You. I almost beg, I didn't know it was possible to need someone again so soon.

I moan as his hand continues its idle strokes down my stomach, my abdomen, slowly- so slowly - heading toward the band of my pants and the building ache beneath it.

Riven's teeth scrape against my neck in a lazy caress. "What do you want, Pixie? Say it out loud now sweetheart."

"I don't want to be platonic." I plead, "I need you to do something, anything."

"Anything?" Riv mutters.

His hand move with more confidence, sliding up my top. Skin to skin and I moan as the calluses of his hands scrape the top of my breast and circles around my peaked nipple. I gasp as his other hand slides up to cup my other breast, kneading against it. I can't help the groan that escapes me when he grazes a knuckle against my nipple, I arch into the touch, begging for more, begging for him. He's hard as granite behind me as I grind against him, eliciting soft, low snarl of pleasure as nips at my throat.

"You're ruining my fun, Pixie." He snarks, driving his hips against me with such force that I gasp, "I want to touch you first, take my time."

His voice is so low and guttal that I barely recognise it. "Just- let me touch first, let me do this properly this time." He pinches my nipple to capture my attention.

"You don't think I noticed the blood on my sheets?" I tense, freezing at the implication of what I didn't tell him. "You should have told me Pix, I would have-"

"Would have what?" I cut him off sharply, shifting even as I moan from his hands at my breasts, "Stopped me?"

"Taken it slowly." he murmurs, soothing me back down as his hands stroke broad movements down my body to calm my agitation. "I know it can be painful the first time and we didn't exactly talk or prepare-"

"Shut up," I gasp, arching into his hands as he tugs at my breast again, "Talk less."

He chuckles at me, tugging again as a moan is ripped from my throat. Riven's other hand drifts down my stomach and trails along the edge of my pants, again and again. A cat toying with its food.

Again.

Again.

"Please," I gasp out, my head dropping back against his shoulder.

He smiles against my neck. "There we are, Pix. Was that so hard?"

Finally his hand trails beneath my pants and the first brush of him against me dragged a groan from deep in my throat. He snarls in satisfaction at the wetness he finds there and his thumb circles over that spot at the apex of my thighs, teasing and lightly brushing against it but never-

I'm distracted as his other hand squeezes my breast at the same moment as his thumb presses down exactly where I want him. My hips buck and I'm panting hard against his neck as his thumb flicks-

I cry out, and he laughs, low and soft. "You like that?"

I could only moan in response. More, I need more.

Riven's fingers slide down, slow and brazen, straight through the core of me and every single thought in my head narrows down in that movement. Narrows down to the feeling of his fingers poised there as if he had all the time in the world.

Fucker. "Please," I said again, grinding against him to highlight my desperation.

He hisses at the contact, pushing his hips against me to no doubt relieve some of the friction. I gasp as he slides a finger inside me, still sensitive from earlier.

"Octav-"

I'm already moving, twisting around to face him and swallowing his curse and he presses his lips against mine before trailing down to mouth against my neck.

I let out a moan so loud it drowns out the sound of the rain when he slides a second finger in, filling me so much I can hardly think around it, couldn't breathe as he slowly pumps them inside me.

"There you go, Pixie." He mutters, his lips tracing my ear, "You like that much better don't you."

I want to see him. I twist as much as I could, finding his eyes gleaming in the darkness as he stares down at me with pure hunger. The beat of my racing heart pulses through my body as he stares down at me, at the hand down the front of my pants, watching me move on him.

Riven was still staring at me when I captured his lips with my own, biting on his lower lip and relishing in his groan. He plunges his fingers in deeper. Harder. I open my mouth allowing his tongue to sweep in , moving in a way that says I wouldn't be able to walk the next morning if got between my legs.

His fingers plunged in and out, slow and hard, and my very existence narrowed to the feeling of them, to the tightness in me ratcheting up with every deep stroke, every echoing thrust of his tongue in my mouth.

"You have no idea how long I-" he cuts himself off, and groans again. "Octavia."

The sound of my name on his lips is my undoing. Release barrels down my spin, and I cry out, only to have his lips cover mine, swallowing the sounds. His tongue flicks the roof of my mouth even as I shudder around him, clenching tight. He swears again, breathing hard and fingers stroking me through the last throes of it, until I was limp and trembling in his arms.

I couldn't breathe hard enough, fast enough, as Riven pulled his fingers from, tugging me away from enough so I could meet his stare. "I've been wanting to do that since I first saw you pin Sky down during training. When I saw how bold you were in the ministers meeting, putting all those little grovelling men in their place. I wanted to have you right there on the table. But mostly, I just wanted to taste you." His eyes held mine as he brought those fingers to his mouth and sucked on them.

On the taste of me.

I was going to eat him alive. I slid a hand up to his chest to pin him down, but he gripped my wrist. "Not tonight Pixie," he murmurs, staring down at me lustfully, "When you lick me I want to be far away from this drama, I want to be the only thing on your mind. Not just a distraction." He presses light kisses to my jaw, nipping at my throat. "I'm going to let myself roar loud enough to let every fucker know who you belong to, who I belong to."

I was instantly liquid again, and he laughed under his breath. "And when I lick you," he said, sliding his arms around me and tucking me tightly against him. "I want to consume your every thought, I want to have you as my own personal feast."

I whimper.

"I've been patient during these meetings, Pix, thinking about what I want to do with you. How you're going to repay me after these ridiculous sessions are over." Riven says into the skin of my neck, his finger sliding below the band of my pants, but stopping just beneath. Their home for the evening.

I shudder, feeling how long and hard he is against me. I had to feel him, had to get that considerable length inside me again-

"Sleep." He commands, "You've had a long day, and you'll have an even longer one tomorrow." Disbelief clouds my mind, how can he expect me to sleep? But he began stroking my body again, not to arouse but to soothe, luxurious strokes down my stomach, down my sides. "I'll be here when you wake Pixie."
And maybe it was the stress and anxiety for the meetings, or the aftermath of the pleasure he had wrung from me, but for the first time since Rosalind I slept easy without a single nightmare.

A/N: I'm pretty sure this chapter is just pure smut... sorry not sorry.

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