Octavia lay back on the bed, exhausted. "Well, that was certainly an experience I won't soon forget."

Lyra tried to untangle herself from the straps, eventually using her magic to extricate herself. "I told you we should have sex, didn't I?"

Octavia was tired, and a little thirsty. "Yes. Yes, you did. And you were right, as usual."

Lyra lay beside her and yawned. "We really need to have coffee together."

Author's Note

OK, this story is T-rated, so that's probably all I can get away with.

But if you want some Octavia sex action, I have just published an M-rated story Parties, Preening, and PTSD. You should be able to find it here.