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Maebe wanted to drown her sorrows in something, but had nothing except fresh air and running and sparring and healthy s**t until the next time she could leave the island - which was way too far away. When she saw Otto walking down the hall, her entire body shook with a mixture of desire, and need. He had snacks. So many snacks. He had everything she could ever want, and also he was Otto and that was delicious too. But she tried to focus on the snacks part, since she wasn't allowed to indulge in the second.

She all but ran up to him, placing her hands on his arms and holding him still until he could look her straight in the eye with deadly intensity.

"Otto." She breathed out heavily. "I need you."

Well. Sort of.

Her own need took a backseat to the amusement of that red face. It was easy to imagine what he could have interpreted her words to mean, because that was the intention, but that did not make his pretty little red face any less entertaining. She reached out and pinched his cheeks, before giving him a slick smile.

"Okay. I was going to say not like that, but I change my mind. I actually do need you like that. That's just not why I'm attacking you right now. I need to raid your snack stash. You still have some, right? You're not on some health kick, are you, because if so I will literally die."

She dropped her hands and put them on his waist, gently turned him around, and started to guide him back towards his room. "I have had the shittiest few days you can even imagine, and I have never needed booze and junk food more. Except for maybe one time. But other than that, this is totally the worst few days of my life. Otto, save me."

"You know I actually will." She promised him. "I'm ******** petrified of clones. You know that. Never even joke about broccoli around me, I'll shiskabob you." She punctuated her sentence and his sassy response with a slap to his a**, and then turned the corner with him as if he couldn't do it on his own.

"Well, other than some stupid side effect that turned us all into bimbos for a day, things have been really wearing me down. I know I've been doing better ever since, you know." She brushed that off, unwilling to talk about it. "But let me tell you something. The minute I decide that sex is off the table, not only do I get utterly rejected by somebody I thought was actually kind of cool, but I also gave in and probably disappointed Cami a little bit. But I mean, you can't really blame me. You know how hot she is."

There were times when it was important to be good, and righteous, and true. And there were times, she figured, when you just couldn't say no to that sweet, unbearably intoxicating woman. The problem was, saying no and then leaving had probably done her more hurt, than good. Maebe was not impressed with life choices lately. Did that mean she should have realized how dangerous it was to be holding Otto like this, driving him up towards his room? Probably. But snacks, damnit.

"How about you? I can see you've had a very good week, as opposed to me." She leaned in and bit one of the hickies on his neck. "You little slut."

His denial made her laugh up into the air. Even if she teased him about it, she knew he was right. Otto wasn't a slut - and she knew sluts. He was just a little more open about who he slept with than he'd expected to be.. which could easily be interpreted as slutty. She remembered hating him for cheating, but even then, she couldn't hate him for being a slut. It would be like hating herself.

"A friend." She repeated, with a long dragging emphasis on the word. "You're so friendly Otto. Please be my friend, Otto. Play with me, Otto. Let's share toys, Otto!" Actually, what she really wanted to share at that moment was a bag of Doritos and a bottle of Coke. ********, she wanted caffeine so bad.

"As long as that friend isn't trying to use you for something." She warned him, a strict reminder that he never had the best of judgement. "I mean, other than bang bang bang."

She made banging sounds as she pushed him up the stairs, and towards his room. When they arrived, she stopped moving him and climbed up onto his back. "Do you have Doritos? I mean I assume you have Coke in there. You would die without it."

Maebe let out a gutteral, inappropriate moan the moment that cabinet was opened for her, and she leaned in to grab three bags of a variety of chips, as well as a tube of Pringles. "Do you want anything specific while I'm up here?" She asked, setting them down between herself and his bodies as if that was her little shopping cart.

Now, all she needed was the Coke from the fridge.. which meant she could focus on other things. Like the fact that she hadn't missed that important bite of information, in case he thought for one second she had.

"So our little Otto's finally gone and done it." She sighed out, while opening the bag of Doritos. "He's blossomed into a beautiful, capable, independent young woman."

Oh, did he think she was going to be mature about this? He thought wrong.

She giggled - and it was a new kind of sound for her, and she liked it - and then held on as he leaned to get the coke, careful not to smush the chips while also not losing them to the shift in movement.

"How was it?" She vaguely realized she should have felt that familiar twinge of pain settling in her heart whenever she thought of Otto with that man, the one that had taken him away from her. But he hadn't taken anything away from her, had he? Otto was still right here, holding her, giving her snacks when she needed to feel better. It was just.. different.

And it only hurt a teeny, tiny little bit.

"Slide me down on that couch, Brokeback Mountain, I never get to hear about what gay sex is like. Shiloh's a ******** prude. Does it hurt as much as I get it up the a**? Or are boys made better equipped for that particular intrusion? Oh GOD, give me that coke before I die."

"No s**t. I remember my first time. And my second and third. Come to think of it, I don't remember it ever not hurting." She popped the top,took a long sip of her coke that ended in a satisfied sigh, and contemplated that for a moment, trying to recall exactly why she'd been so adamant about the position that much. She couldn't remember, as if something was blocking it out.

Oh well.

Her coke was placed on the table beside him, and she grabbed the open Doritos. She hugged them to her body for a minute, before she began to snack. Her lower lip jutted out without realizing it, as if the Doritos were reminding her of something that made her sad.

"Are you happy?" She asked, her eyes distant as they stared just past his shoulder, to something that wasn't there. "I mean, do things finally feel right for you?"