Memories

Chapter Twenty Four

Little NSFW warning!

I shut the door behind me, smiling to myself. I really had a great time with Sarah. It was nice to finally let loose like that.

Octavius was sleeping on one side of the bed, the moonlight shining on him. I giggled as I climbed on the bed, sitting on my knees. "Otto." I called out, kissing his cheek.

Octavius sighed, but still slept through it. I kissed his jaw, then his neck before getting a soft moan in response. I chuckled before kissing his cheek again. "Otto, I'm gonna shower."

Octavius nodded, slowly opening his eyes. "Did... Did you have fun?"

I nodded, looking him up and down. He was shirtless, only wearing his boxers to bed. I could see his bulge and his muscles, and god I was so drunk.

Octavius watched me, smirking as he sat up a little. He liked the attention he was getting from me, and it made him nervous yet excited all at once.

"I called Sarah a trophy wife and called my dad a stupid runaway." I laughed out, standing up.

Octavius half laughed, confused about what I said. "Why?"

I shrugged, "I need a shower..." I pouted at him.

Octavius cocked an eyebrow, "You can shower my love. I'll be right here." He showed he wasn't leaving at all.

I pouted, leaning against the doorway between the room and bathroom. "But I want you in here with me."

Octavius parted his lips, not knowing what to say. I giggled, walking towards Octavius. I crawled on top of him, straddling him. His breath hitched, his eyes filled with lust once again. I panted, craving his touch, his kiss, and what he could do to me.

His hands touched my lower thigh, tracing up to my hips and waist. The bare skin to skin touch sent electricity through my veins. I sat on his lap, feeling something poke my inner thigh. Octavius groaned when he felt me slowly grind on him. He wrapped an arm around my waist, another on my upper back. He pulled my head back, kissing my neck. I gasped at the sudden motions before moaning quietly. With every moan, the more aggressive and hungry Octavius got.

I pulled slightly on his hair, closing the space between us. My arms were wrapped around his neck, my nails slightly putting pressure into his back. Octavius's arms wrapped around my torso, his hands exploring my body. I felt hot, so hot under his touch. This is what I craved since the first few times I ever saw him. Ever since my first dream of him like this, it made me melt all over.

Octavius pulled away, meeting my eyes. "I can't go much further while you're intoxicated."

I whined, catching my breath. "Why are you so nice to me?" I continued to whine as Octavius chuckled at my drunken state.

"Go shower my love." Octavius smiled before giving me a quick kiss on the lips.

I huffed, "Fine. You're so stupidly kind it turns me on more." I admitted.

Octavius hid his laugh, finding my drunk state amusing. I just huffed my way into the bathroom, cracking the door before turning the shower on. I stripped as the water heated up. I stepped in, immediately moaning with happiness.

The water tapping on the shower floor, the smell of vanilla shampoo and soap filling the room, the steam fogging up the shower doors and mirrors. No one ever talks about how good a shower feels after drinking, and how sleepy it makes you as well.

When I stepped out, I saw new panties and a large white tee sitting on the counter. Did I not notice Octavius bringing me in clothes? Or was it his actuators? Whoever, I appreciated it.

I stepped into the bedroom, hair brushed and cleaned up. Octavius smiled at me warmly, patting the empty side of the bed. I smiled as I crawled under the covers and cuddled up against him. "So, are we calling ourselves boyfriend and girlfriend now?"

Octavius chuckled, kissing the top of my head. "That depends," He held me in his arms, turning any lights off that were still on. "Would you like to be my girlfriend?"

I giggled, closing my eyes. "I've been waiting a long time for you to ask that. Yes, I'd love to."

Octavius hummed, smiling to himself. I fell asleep curled against him. His body heat kept me warm in the cool room. Our legs were intertwined, and his chin was on top of my head. The actuators whirred in their sleep. It was the most peaceful night we could've experienced together.

I remember during the months apart from each other, I had wished that Octavius would be there with me. I used to pull a pillow close to me, fluffing it out to be the size of him. I would pretend Octavius would be playing with my hair, or admiring me while I slept. I would pretend that he would sleep ever so peacefully, and that his actuators would curl against me, never wanting to leave.

But during those months, I would wake up to being alone. I hated it. I would scream into the pillow, telling it that Octavius was an asshole, that he was stupid to leave me like this. I would hug that same pillow, crying into it. Sobbing until my throat burned. Punching that pillow for not actually being Octavius. Apologizing to the pillow, crying even more that I couldn't tell Octavius how I felt.

It was the most dreadful part of my life. I had never felt so heartbroken until that year and some months without him. And now he was right here, holding me in his strong arms. Sleeping ever so peacefully.

It was perfect...

(Hey lovelies! I'm sorry for the short chapter, but things are starting to spice up in this relationship... I'm super excited for these next few chapters! Have a good day/night!)