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Lucifer's Mansion, Monday Afternoon

Nothing good lasted forever, and so Octavia and Duke's long weekend camping out in the preserve had finally come to an end. Time to burst the two-person bubble and rejoin the rest of civilization. Or at least extend it into a three-person bubble, as the case happened to be. After dumping all their camping gear back at the boats in port and enjoying some of the little luxuries of not living out in the woods - like a nice warm shower - they'd ended up deciding to visit Lucifer.

(Not that they'd abandoned him completely, over the weekend. There'd been pictures of the preserve and general camping life, sent by Octavia. And some decidedly less innocent pictures, sent by Duke.)

(... Also, that one video.)

Of course, they hadn't told Lucifer they were going to show up. So when Octavia let herself and Duke in, it wasn't all that surprising that the master of the house was nowhere to be found.

No matter, though. They didn't need him to find their way to chilling in the master bedroom.

He could just consider it a hopefully pleasant surprise when he got home.

[ooc: For the two! Trip details and house and everything modded with permission, natch.]

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Lucifer wasn't entirely sure when Octavia and Duke planned to come back, though he'd had a vague thought of stopping by the port later into the day to check on them. First, though, he'd gone out to the mainland to have a nice lunch, work off the last New York of it all, and go for a long drive.

He had no idea they were here, no. He shut the door behind him and idly removed his jacket, taking good care to fold it before he went to put it back into the walk-in for later.

Duke was raiding his bar upstairs.

"Scotch or champagne?" He held up both bottles. "We could, like, set up a whole tableau for him."

Octavia had almost immediately flopped onto the bed. The questionable comfort levels of camping were very dear to her, but it didn't mean she couldn't appreciate the comfort here.

"Champagne?" she offered as she looked over, with a little shrug. "Sort of like a party."

Lucifer rolled his shoulders as he stepped back out of the walk-in. A snack? No, he was still fairly full from dinner.

Upstairs, then. Maybe he'd play a few songs as warm-up for tomorrow.

He began his trek up the first flight of stairs.

"Definitely a party," Duke agreed. He put the scotch down and brought the champagne bottle with him as he joined her on the bed. "Mmmmm. Camping is nice and all, but nothing beats a good bed."

"I still think that depends on the company," Octavia murmured lightly, as she rolled more towards him, reaching an idle hand to draw some shapes against his arm.

Her touchy urges from their private bubble were yet to fade.

Lucifer hummed some faintly 15th century-ish ditty under his breath on his way up.

And... his bedroom door was open. Frowning, he took the last few steps down the landing into the room, and...

"Well, look what managed to escape the woods."

Duke popped the cork on the champagne with a grin. "Surprise!"

Octavia was a bit less extravagant in her greeting, but her lips curved just a little, and she raised her hand into a little wave.

"Ha yun."

"Be careful you don't leak that all over the bed," Lucifer told Duke, but the admonishment was softened considerably by the grin on his face. "I take it the trip went well, then."

He didn't hesitate to move to the bed. He sat down on the edge to take his shoes off.

"It was excellent," Duke said, setting the bottle on the nightstand to make sure nothing dripped on the bed. "We just missed you. And central heating."

"I didn't miss central heating," Octavia rasped, flopping onto her back again before stretching her arms above her head.

She would only dispute the central heating part, yes.

"Yes, I'm aware you're a particularly alluring cave woman who prefers sleeping on rocks between the animals in the cold at night," Lucifer sighed, sliding onto the bed. "Luckily Duke still has some of his priorities in the correct order."

And all right, he was mainly reaching for Duke at that particular moment because he happened to be the closest boat person, but he was going to get to kissing her hello in a second after he finished this one.

Duke wasn't greedy. He'd make sure to keep that kiss brief but meaningful so he could get on to greeting Octavia properly as well.

Well, maybe not that brief. He was enjoying the way Lucifer's scruff felt against his own facial hair.

. . . Okay, so he could maybe be a little bit greedy.

It was fine, Octavia was content to watch them for a moment. Duke, in particular, and the small ways he showed his enjoyment.

This angle on it felt new again, after the excesses of the weekend.

Lucifer made a soft, amused noise in the back of his throat, and pushed aside that one lock of hair that always seemed to escape Duke's ponytail so he could cup the man's cheek.

What? Like he wasn't going to indulge that greed for a few more moments, sliding in closer until he found himself up against Duke's side.

Duke made a happy noise in return, tracing Lucifer's lips with his tongue before pulling back just far enough to breath.

"Miss us?"

"He better have," Octavia rasped.

The odds seemed good, at least for the length of that video.

"Yes," Lucifer said, running idle fingers over Duke's hair, back towards the ponytail. "And it's been horrifically boring without you."

Then he looked past him at Octavia.

Duke followed his gaze, then leaned back to make sure they had room to say a proper hello too.

And Octavia finally (but slowly) pushed herself upright from her sprawl, to lean past Duke and reach for Lucifer.

"Hey."

"Hello," Lucifer said, amusement tugging on the corners of his mouth as he stretched over Duke, into her grasp, and kissed her.

Duke watched with a lazy smile.

He loved this position.

Octavia wasn't as greedy as some.

... She was just thorough, because it had been the better part of a week, and what if Lucifer had forgotten what it was like to kiss her? Clearly she had to remind him, her hand curled along the back of his neck.

And with a bite or two against his bottom lip, somehow more meaningful than they had any right to be.

It would take considerably more than a few days to make Lucifer forget what kissing her was like, but he appreciated her overabundance of caution none the less.

Especially when her teeth got involved, drawing a small noise from him, and he absolutely had to settle his hand on the back of her neck and return the favor.

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