okteiviakom | The Samsara, Port of Fandom, Saturday Morning

"Mggh?"

Lucifer had no hangover - he was fairly sure he couldn't actually get one - but he wasn't asleep enough to sleep through that groan.

Until now, Octavia had been pretty wrapped around him.

But now she rolled onto her back, making another offended noise at what the motion felt like in her head.

"What's-- oh," Lucifer said, lazily flopping over so he could see her. "Margaritas."

"Margaritas," Octavia agreed, with a quietly grim sort of tone.

"Where do you keep your painkillers?" Lucifer asked, stretching.

Octavia gestured vaguely towards what passed for this boat's galley.

"Up in the cupboard."

Then her arm flopped back down.

Lucifer made an amused noise and patted her leg. He rose up off the bed and bustled about until he found the painkillers, and poured a large glass of water.

He walked back to the bed. "I'll make you some toast as well," he promised, holding them out for her. "Bit of breakfast'll help."

Octavia pushed herself slowly up on her elbows, first, so she could reach for the glass and the painkillers. The last thing she needed was to pour water all over herself and the bed.

"You don't have to," she muttered, faintly.

Lucifer rolled his eyes. "I'm not going to let you flail around in misery without help," he said, stepping back into the galley so he could search around for some food.

There wasn't a whole lot, because there also wasn't a lot of room - this boat hadn't been built for anyone living on it in the long term. Most of what was there was unsurprisingly fruit.

But there was bread, too, and things to go with it. And eggs. And granola. Orange juice, too.

It all looked a whole lot like Octavia, yes.

(Who was currently draping her arm over her eyes with a sigh, slumped down again immediately after downing the painkillers and all of the water.)

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Well, the orange juice, the eggs and the bread were coming out. As were a pan, and some butter.

Lucifer wasn't going to annoy her hungover head with loud chatter, and so he was silent for a while as he prepared some food.

And Octavia was just... listening to the small noises that came from that while willing the painkillers to kick in.

She could feel her stomach protest as soon as there were actual scents wafting her way. Really should have eaten something last night.

And also drank water.

"Drink more water," Lucifer called over his shoulder, as he carefully deposited the egg on top of the two bits of toast.

Octavia made a noise that had a 'yeah, yeah' quality to it despite not actually being that.

She pulled the arm off her face and got a little more upright again.

He tossed a fork and a knife on the plate, and then bustled back to her. Lucifer put the glass of orange juice next to the water, and held on to the plate until she was done with the water.

Orange juice had never looked as good. Octavia gulped down the water, then held the empty glass for him to take as she took the plate.

"Thank you."

It sounded both very sincere, and very tired.

"You're welcome," Lucifer said, fond, and took the glass back into the galley.

Once that was finished, he sat back down on the bed. "And now I prescribe bed rest," he teased.

"I wasn't going anywhere," Octavia said.

Well, mumbled. Around some toast and eggs.

"Just making sure," Lucifer said, and patted her foot this time.

Then he scooted back onto the bed.

Octavia just focused on her breakfast, for the moment. It seemed very important for her continued survival right now.

Including downing half the orange juice in one go.

And Lucifer finally just slid back under the covers.

If she wasn't heading anywhere, well. It wasn't like he had anywhere else to be.

Or like Octavia was going to throw him out or something. It was the weekend, so even the new breakfast routine didn't factor into it.

Once her plate was empty, Octavia gave a little sigh that sounded almost relieved.

"Better?" Lucifer asked, lazily holding his hand out for the plate.

Octavia handed it over, then cradled the glass with her remaining juice with both hands.

"A little, yeah."

The painkillers were starting to take effect, too.

"Good," Lucifer said.

He was, he realized, even in a good enough mood to get back out of bed again just to put the plate away.

He wasn't sure where that came from.

Octavia took note of it, too. But said nothing, because sometimes she knew better than to poke at a nice thing.

Besides. It gave her something nice to watch while she drank the rest of her juice.

Lucifer put the plate away, and, well, by then she seemed done with her juice, so he held his hand out for it. "Must be a pain keeping anything tidy in here."

"Not really," Octavia said, as she let him take the glass. "There's so little of anything here."

And she preferred it that way.

"There's food," Lucifer pointed out, "And... dishes..."

Octavia raised eyebrows, faintly amused.

(Yeah the painkillers had to be working.)

"And?"

"And clothes," Lucifer said, padding back to the bed. "That, I believe, qualifies as enough stuff to make a mess if you put your back into it."

"Which I don't."

Not when she didn't have an unwieldy tail, anyway.

Octavia didn't really need to pull back the covers, but it was half invitation, half a statement of intent on her own desire to crawl back under them.

"Mm, I suppose your spartan nature does rather help with the close quarters," Lucifer said. He put one knee on the bed, and slid gracefully under those covers a moment later.

And so did Octavia, though her movements left a lot to be desired in the grace department. But whatever, she stretched out by his side, and put her hand on his chest.

"Not everyone needs a room full of clothes."

"No," Lucifer said, stretching his arm out above her, along the pillow, "But most people need more than a drawer."

"Or they think they do."

She didn't entirely believe it, no.

Lucifer just laughed. "Mm, no, fairly sure they do. Even your snogon does."

"My snogon would be naked all the time if he could get away with it," Octavia retorted, idly rubbing his chest.

"So would I," Lucifer pointed out, grinning. "But since we can't, it's nice having options."

Octavia snorted. "Nice isn't a need."

Lucifer leaned in towards her a bit. "Most people," he said, "Care if they look nice."

Octavia's lips twisted into a tired, lopsided... smirk-like form. "Caring isn't a need, either."

"I'll note I've never seen you go outside in a loincloth in summer, either," Lucifer said, amused. "You know there's a 'pyramid of needs', and basic food and shelter is just where it starts, right?"

"You've seen me go out wearing a sheet in the summer."

Granted, it was because the island was stealing everyone's clothes, but...

"Because you had no clothes left."

"Doesn't matter, you said 'never'. And that's just not correct."

Could he tell the headache had mostly gone away?

Yes, that much was obvious.

"A sheet isn't a loincloth," he said, stretching out over her, "and you are a brat."

Who was getting kissed now.

Well hey, Octavia wasn't going to object to that.

Even slid that hand from his chest to the back of his neck, just to tell him how welcome he was right there.

Lucifer slid his fingers into her hair, taking his time with this kiss. Not soft, exactly. Just... slow, because she was worth lingering on.

So was he.

Octavia made a low humming sound in her throat, bringing her other hand up to brush over his collar bones.

Lucifer sighed, sliding his free hand over her belly, before rubbing circles against her hip.

Octavia made sure to catch his lip between her teeth a couple of times. Not quite playful but gentle all the same.

Her nails were short and blunt, but still something to drag down the top of his chest.

Lucifer broke away from her to kiss the corner of her lips, then the hard curve of her jaw.

His fingers trailed down her cheek, smoothed over her collarbone, cupped her breast gently.

His hand was warm.

There was nothing at all unusual about that, so Octavia wasn't sure why it caught her attention the way that it did. Maybe it was just because this whole thing seemed so cozy, all between the sheets as they were.

She liked it. More than liked it, really.

Her hand shifted again, trading nails for palm. He didn't exactly have a breast to cup, but she could feel muscle under his skin.

Didn't mean it wasn't nice having her hands on him, anyway, did it? Lucifer pressed the smallest of kisses against her neck, right beneath her jaw.

"You're very good at being beautiful even when you're hungover," he teased, and nipped gently at the skin under her ear.

Octavia's tiny groaning sound was wholly different from the one she'd started her morning with.

"Please."

She was a hungover mess! (With a tendency towards disconnection to applying words like 'beautiful' to herself.)

"That better not be you arguing with me," Lucifer said, voice teasing.

He played idly with her breast.

"It is."

Brat, remember?

"And I'm not sorry about it, either." Just running her hand down his chest and over his ribs, instead.

Lucifer sighed, drawing some pattern just above her nipple.

"I stand by what I said," he said, "Your opinion is questionable."

"Suit yourself," Octavia rasped, briefly pulling her hand away to brush some hair behind her ear. "'Cause I feel like a mess."

"But a lovely one," Lucifer said, and pressed a quick kiss to her mouth.

"You know you don't have to flatter me," Octavia mumbled, kind of pressing up into that kiss, "to get what you want."

It was a joke. Her tone sounded like a smirk.

"Flattering you is what I want, darling," Lucifer smirked back, fingers curling around her nipple for a brief pinch.

Octavia hummed another soft 'mmm'.

"Is it all you want?"

"It's what I wanted to do right now," Lucifer said, and kissed her cheek, and then her jaw again. "Might want to do something else five seconds from now..."

Octavia caught his cheek for a little kiss of her own before letting him keep doing what he was doing. Both her hands were at his sides, now, moving slowly downwards, then up again.

"You should tell me more about your wants."

"Well, now," Lucifer said, his lips brushing over her neck, "I think I want to make you come very loudly on my tongue," and between her collar bones, "just to see if that makes you more amenable," and a kiss on each breast, "...to being flattered."

Octavia sighed. "That --" Definitely made her feel more awake all of a sudden. "-- sounds like a good want."

Her nails raked over his ribs.

"Yeah, I think I want your mouth between my legs, too."

Lucifer chuckled softly.

"Any other desires?" he asked her belly, brushing kisses against old scars.

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As he moved, Octavia's hands ended up running over his shoulders, then a little bit down his back. While she could still reach.

"Nothing as specific as yours," she murmured. "Maybe to get off my back, later..."

"Think about it," Lucifer said.

He flashed one last smirk at her - and then vanished entirely under the covers.

And something about that was just funny enough, somehow, that Octavia --

Well, it wasn't a laugh.

But it was something like it. Enough so that when she pulled her hand back, one ended up with a couple fingers pressed over her lips, like a shushing motion after the fact.

That was absolutely not a hint of an answering snicker coming from Lucifer's end. No.

That would just be ridiculous.

He was far too busy pushing her legs apart.

Octavia's little snort was quiet, but considering where he was, the little jump of the muscles in her abdomen probably gave her away anyway.

Whatever. She could also just focus on shifting a little as her legs parted. Seeing him as nothing but a big indistijnct lump through the covers was kind of distracting, but anticipation coiling low in her body was still managing to cut through her amusement.

She wasn't as turned on yet as she had been some previous times before he'd even gotten to any direct touching, but it was definitely a start.

Sometimes sex could just be slow, warm and pleasant. Half the fun of it was that it could be so many things, if you asked Lucifer.

For example, without the need ratched up so high, he could definitely waste a minute or so just biting and kissing his way up her thigh from her knee.

It really wasn't wasted, though. Octavia exhaled a long sigh, and it sounded... pleased. Like she was relaxing a little further into the mattress with it.

She stretched her arms up over her head, for a moment.

Lucifer's teeth found her inner thigh, not far from his goal, now.

Still, he felt... leisurely about it.

Comfortable, actually.

(~~Maybe full of a deep kind of affection.~~)

It was the right mood for a slow, hungover Saturday morning. Not that his teeth on more sensitive skin didn't kick up Octavia's anticipation another notch.

Her fingers laced together, above her head.

And... there she was.

Lucifer brushed his nose against the coarse hair between her legs.

His tongue darted out to trace the folds he found not far from them.

And there he was.

Octavia sighed like she'd been holding her breath, letting her head tip back. She hadn't been, not really, but it was that feeling all the same.

Shifted a little, like she had more room left to give him.

Lucifer's fingers dug lightly into her thighs, keeping them in place. He took a breath. Slid his tongue between those folds, dragging it lazily upwards until he found the sensitive skin he'd been looking for.

This time the sigh was his name. He'd wanted loud, so might as well allow herself to be more expressive to begin with.

Her hands parted again. Moved, though she wasn't yet sure where to.

She could take her time. Lucifer was, thumbs sliding idly up and down the inside of her thighs, his tongue playing with her, leisurely.

It was morning, they had time, and he wanted her boneless by the time he was done.

(Something about Octavia relaxed was beautiful even without the heat.)

The slowness had its own benefits, anyway. It was easier to focus on each sensation when she wasn't being bombarded with them. Like the points where his fingers pressed into her thighs.

Like each full movement of his tongue.

Like her hands moving slowly over her breasts.

The one disadvantage of this position was that he couldn't look up and see that.

Ah, well. He'd just have to listen more closely, instead. He pushed the flat of his tongue against her entrance, teasing-- slipped the tip inside after lingering, pressing his face further against her.

Pros and cons to everything, it was inescapable.

Octavia's hands didn't linger long, anyway. When she made a pleased little noise, they were already slowly sliding down over her stomach, pushing under the covers.

Lucifer would be happy to say hi to them... Whenever they got here.

He teased her entrance with slow, solid motions; then he dragged his attention back up.

Quite literally, as his mouth settled against her clit with much firmer intent.

There wasn't much room for movement, so the way Octavia's hips tilted into it was really just the tiniest twitch. More in her head than an actual action.

"Oh th--" Her voice was another halting sigh. "That's good."

And her hands had stuttered to a stop at her hip bones, for now.

Lucifer had faint plans, but that little sigh... convinced him to put them off a while longer. He kept drawing small, increasingly firm circles against her with his tongue, his fingers almost... petting the insides of her thighs.

It was an oddly tender thing. Except maybe it wasn't all that odd, all things considered. Apart from her headache and the rest of her hangover, this had been a gentle morning so far.

But still. This felt new.

There was another sigh, but it held no words.

People had been changing Lucifer since his original retirement. He'd sometimes blamed the Detective's influence, but this week, the notion he was still changing was bubbling up more and more often...

His fingers drifted up, after some immeasurable span of time, brushing along her folds. Pushing gently inwards, curving.

Octavia's own hands were still on her hips, grasping at nothing.

They just curled into her palms in time with her little moan, at the feel of his fingers.

Good.

Lucifer's eyes had long since closed, and whatever smattering of focus he might have had on anything else had dispersed.

No tricks, this time, or fancy moves, or roleplay. He kept his mouth on her, playing her with his fingers, growing firmer with every other motion. Lost himself in her scent, the taste of her on his lips.

Octavia wanted to be right there with him, but there was just... one small thing. It'd seemed good at first, as it often was, but after a moment Octavia found it pulling at her focus instead of pushing her further into the moment.

She swallowed. "No hands."

It was too -- much? Too firm. Too something, for right now.

Lucifer turned his head and pressed a kiss against her thigh, sliding his fingers out of her. "As you wish," he murmured.

And slid his mouth over her again.

"Better," Octavia murmured, with a tone that sounded like a thank you.

One of her hands finally slid further down, over her hip and to her thigh. Looking for one of his.

She found one, and he slid his fingers between hers.

He pressed in closer, running his tongue over her in longer, lingering strokes.

Oh, that was so much better. Octavia seemed to melt into it, letting her head tilt back again (not that he would know that), breathing in deeper and slower.

Just letting it wash over her, while her hand held his.

Lucifer held hers tight, and stuck to his promise; his other hand laid on her hip, not moving.

He was just... glad to have found something that worked for her. Felt a pang in his chest that was entirely inappropriate to the act they were in right now, and yet... strangely wasn't.

It worked for her.

Octavia's breathing was slowly growing heavier. More noisy, as she let herself drift further into just feeling his tongue work against her. As thoughts flitted past freely in her mind, about her taste in his mouth, her scent in his nose.

Her free hand gave a little twitch where it had ended up staying, on her hip. It nudged his as it did.

Lucifer nudged her back, or... slid one of his fingers under one of hers. Maybe both.

He broke his rhythm for a moment to suck on her gently, give her a little something else to move against. His hips were pressed against the mattress, but whatever was going on below the metaphorical belt could wait; all he could think about, in terms of the future, was the moment she might come undone against him.

Octavia's hand slid further, almost on instinct alone. A few more of her fingers just barely on top of his.

This was the slow route to her coming undone, at least compared to what he could've done with his fingers if she'd let him. But the sucking had her shifting underneath him a little, making a small whining noise in her throat.

Slow didn't mean it would take forever.

He didn't mind the slow route.

She was more than worth the amount of time and care it took.

Lucifer took that whining noise in greedily, redoubling his efforts, much firmer now against her. Chasing another whine, another noise.

With that kind of determination, it didn't take much. And it wasn't just a whine that he got, either:

"Lucifer...!"

Her hips were trying to tilt further into it, again.

The hand that only barely brushed hers slid away-- and under her hips, pushing them up against Lucifer's mouth. His arm stayed there as a solid support.

He was noisier too, on his end, making little wet sounds with every movement.

They were faintly muffled by the covers on top of him, but that just seemed to make them all the more enticing.

There was a little gasp, when he helped Octavia's hips actually tilt. And then some softly hissed Trig when she felt the difference. It wasn't a big shift at all, and yet it was.

Her mouth hung open, all the better for all her little noises to slip out.

For the first time, Lucifer's hips shifted, a little restless, against the bed. It was hard for them not to, when she sounded like that.

He hummed something in the back of his throat, wasn't even sure what, and dragged his tongue all the way down for the first time in a while, hungry to taste more of her.

Didn't indulge himself for more than that, though. This was about her, and the way she seemed to sigh and gasp every time he lapped at her just-- so.

And Octavia did so this time as well, her little gasp bleeding into another little whine.

And then words. "Keep going." Under other circumstances, it could've been an order. Didn't quite reach pleading, either. Just, request. Instruction. Something.

Her fingers had slowly tightened their hold on his. The rest of her seemed to be gathering tension too, now.

Lucifer would have told her he wouldn't dream of stopping, but... well. The best he had was a huff, a warm breath of air that blew over her wet skin before he sucked it back into his mouth.

Every noise she made felt like a reward. So did the tension of her muscles under his fingertips.

He didn't stop. He kept going.

The huff was all Octavia needed, anyway. And then his mouth was fully on her again, and that was all she needed.

He got more of his rewards in the moments that followed. Almost every lick, every move on his part was met with a little noise. Little gasps and whimpers, at first.

Then moans, low and ragged and growing louder.

She didn't say she was close: everything said it for her, from the faint tremble starting in her thighs, to the way she panted her breath. To the flutters under his tongue, like false starts.

He couldn't even see her and he knew she was beautiful. Lucifer let out a soft moan against her, unable to keep it in, wanting that tremble, the flutter--

The hand holding up her hips dug its fingers into her skin, because he couldn't help himself. He pressed his tongue against her, a firm presence at her entrance, and dragged it all the way up, sucked her into his mouth, laved its attention on her again.

Fuck. He needed to feel this.

This was the slow route.

And so, even the final arrival to the destination seemed slower than most. There was no surprise about it, no sudden drop: Octavia could feel herself tighten, felt the first few sharper flickers of something warm, could feel herself giving into it --

And then the rest spilled over.

She wasn't loud, although there was definitely a moan. But she sounded satisfied.

Loud wasn't that important, in the end.

Lucifer didn't pull away. Not quite yet. But the drags of his tongue slowed, went gentle, as if trying to soothe her through it.

He pulled his arm back, lowering her back onto the mattress, and drew pointless circles on her thigh.

Judging by Octavia's little whimpers, there was no soothing her.

But even those started dying down after a moment, and her breathing began evening out as she went more lax underneath him.

Lucifer slid up from between her legs, dropping an idle kiss on her belly, then on her chest, in a quiet mirror of how this had started.

He slid to her side and propped his head up on his hand, watching her with a smile on his face. (And, all right, that smile was a little bit of a mess after what he'd just been doing...)

It was gorgeous.

You know, after the moment it took for Octavia to actually blink her eyes open and then let her head loll to the side that she could see him.

She reached a particularly lazy hand up to gently ruffle the hair just at the front of his head.

"So am I allowed to call you beautiful now?" Lucifer teased.

Because she was.

Honestly, relaxed, post-coital Octavia was a wonder.

"Only if I'm allowed to call you the same," Octavia rasped, like a brat, even though there hadn't even been a question of that.

Her hand brushed down to his cheek.

"I think that's more than fair," Lucifer said, still smiling, something going even softer in his eyes. "You're beautiful."

Octavia gave him a solemn nod. See, accepting it!

"En yu's meizen," she murmured, her hand curling around the back of his neck, to pull him gently into meeting her own lazy, awkward little lean.

For a kiss.

He was still smiling when he kissed her, his fingers trailing lightly along her arm.

Still in no rush.

From Octavia's side, it was best described as languid, anyway. She was just enjoying exploring the shape of his mouth. Tasting him.

Tasting her.

Lucifer sighed against her mouth, his fingers sliding up far enough that he could play with her hair a little.

He shifted closer, leaning into her.

Octavia's hand slid down, and then underneath his arm, to his back. Like an invitation to come closer, as if he hadn't just done that.

He was so easy to kiss.

He tried to be.

(For a very limited group of people, these days.)

Lucifer couldn't scoot much closer, but he tried, his arm wrapping around her shoulders, his elbow shifting against the mattress to make it even easier.

He caught her bottom lip, all light, amused teasing.

She was lovely.

Octavia gave a little amused huff, lips pulling into a curved something under his teeth. She ran her blunt nails down his back, a little.

Thought briefly about his wings, out of nowhere.

Lucifer sighed, and broke away for a moment. "I believe we salvaged this morning quite well, haven't we?" he said, sliding his thumb along her bottom lip.

"Yeah," Octavia said. Or sighed, more like. "Thank you."

That just slipped out.

Lucifer let out a soft huff, and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "No, thank you," he murmured.

Which was as much as he wanted to go into yesterday.

"I haven't done anything except have way too many margaritas," Octavia rasped with a little sigh at the kiss, "and then drag you back here with me."

It was one take on things. Specifically, one that didn't ask him to go into yesterday.

"Except being entirely too gorgeous for your own good," Lucifer said, tracing the edges of her face with his fingertips. "And a brat."

He kissed her cheek and murmured, "And tasting so good you leave a Devil wanting for more."

This sound wasn't a laugh, either.

"So you just gained more flattery down there, hmm?" Octavia drawled, voice low. "And wants."

"What can I say?" Lucifer said, leaning back just a bit to smirk at her. "You're an inspiration."

Octavia pulled her hand away from his back so she could bring it up to his face, instead.

Scratched lightly at his stubble.

"Or you're easily influenced."

"Oh, have you been trying to influence me, then?" Lucifer teased.

"No," Octavia retorted, "that's how easy you are."

Lucifer sighed. "I came all the way here just to be insulted, apparently."

Octavia's gaze slid down to his jaw, which her fingertips were tracing.

"I didn't say it was a bad thing."

"Hmhm," Lucifer hummed, amusement making his eyebrow twitch. "So my being easy is a good thing?"

"Yes."

Had he met her? She needed her people to balance her out in some respects.

Lucifer laughed softly. "Then I'll take it."

Octavia's expression hadn't been hard to begin with, but it seemed to soften further as her eyes flicked back up to his.

Then she kissed him again.

Lucifer cupped the back of her neck and kissed her back with an enthusiastic kind of gentleness.

After a moment, Octavia pushed him back.

... In that gentle way where the objective was for her to follow, rolling herself on top of him. Maybe it was finally his turn to have his back against the mattress.

He was certainly easy enough to go along with it, sprawling against the mattress, one arm flopping against the pillow behind him.

Lucifer hummed something pleased in the back of his throat.

Octavia shifted a little further up, to press a kiss against his forehead. Both he and Duke did it to her all the time, but for obvious reasons, it wasn't as easy for her to reciprocate in just any situation.

"Think you've done enough for this morning," she murmured.

"I can assure you, it was my pleasure," Lucifer murmured back, stroking his fingers down her spine.

Octavia snorted softly. Let her forehead drop against his for a moment, her hair falling like a curtain only on one side, by sheer dumb luck.

"Not as much as it was mine."

"As long as you had fun," Lucifer said, his gaze dipping down to her mouth.

"You know that's not in my vocabulary."

Yes, she could say something self-deprecating in a wry tone, and immediately follow it up by wetting her bottom lip with the tip of her tongue. Just because he was watching.

Lucifer's voice dropped lower for... some reason. "It is in mine."

One corner of Octavia's lips twitched.

"And we have many things in common," she said, shifting again, this time so she could duck down and press a kiss to his neck, "but that's not one of them."

"Doesn't mean it's not worth trying to rub off on you," Lucifer said, still tracing her spine up and down, with just the one finger this time. "Repeatedly."

Octavia huffed against his neck.

"Is that what you've been doing?"

"I might have to increase my efforts if you didn't notice," Lucifer mused.

"What if I'm just hopelessly past 'fun' already?"

Asked the woman giving his skin a few light nips before licking over the same spot.

Clearly for reasons other than 'fun'.

"What if the sky was green with polka dots?" Lucifer countered, letting out a soft sigh at the feeling of her mouth.

"Means nothing to me."

Clearly she had to continue on further down, leaving a trail of kisses down his chest.

"Both statements are equally ridiculous," Lucifer said patiently, letting his finger slid up her back as she moved down.

"I don't agree," Octavia replied, flicking her gaze up at him.

And then down again. She had the skin by one of his nipples to bite at, after all.

"You wouldn't," Lucifer agreed, "But you'd be-- ah-- wrong."

That was a good sound.

So Octavia was going to repeat the action on his nipple, of course.

It was certainly a valid way to stop him from snarking. He didn't need much of a warm-up, not after all that, but her mouth sent a worthwhile spark all the way down regardless. His breath stuttered, and his fingers worked their way into her hair.

Octavia gave a low hum, half pleased, half amused, and gave the spot a supposedly soothing lick. What the breath over the now-wet skin was supposed to do was irrelevant.

She moved further down, mapping his abs with her lips while dragging the covers back with her.

She knew better than to court claustrophobia, even with her hangover brain mostly soothed into submission.

It wasn't like Lucifer wouldn't appreciate the view. In fact, as she sank lower, he sat up a bit, watching her. Enjoying the heat of her mouth, but also the pretty way her tousled hair framed her face...

Octavia's hair came down past her shoulders, these days, and had lost the knife-cut severity she'd returned with in favor of something that looked more natural.

(How was that for a metaphor?)

It tickled at his skin as she moved. And right now she moved to one hip, with a few more kisses and nips, every bite gentle and teasing. She still wanted to find out how he'd bruise under her teeth, but this wasn't the time for it.

She shifted to settle her own body between his legs, her own legs bent underneath her.

"Now there's a sight," Lucifer said.

He hadn't made much noise, so far. But he was watching her with avid eyes.

It wasn't the only part of his anatomy currently jumping to her attention.

Oh, Octavia was well aware of that. Her hand crept to his other hip, just idly rubbing the skin there as she glanced up at him.

"The Devil approves?" she teased.

"Very much," Lucifer said, grinning at her, somewhere between sunny and filthy.

That was one of those expressions that seemed to be very particularly him, Octavia thought. "Good," she said, while the hand on his hip moved again, towards the center.

And wrapped around him.

This time, she did get a loud, appreciative sigh.

"I agree," he said, still watching her face.

Octavia's smirk was faint and very lopsided, but there.

She was watching him, too, as her touch grew firmer. As she stroked him the first few times, with nothing hesitant or particularly teasing about it.

Lucifer bit down on his lower lip. He'd been holding off on his problem downstairs for quite a while now; his skin felt sensitive, and her touch drew another, smaller sigh from him.

"Shut you up, hmm?" Octavia asked. She pressed a kiss over his hip bone, then straightened up some. Watching him and considering her options.

Didn't keep her hand from moving, of course.

"Seems like your keen warrior's eye might have found one of my weaknesses," Lucifer teased.

He reached out to brush some of her hair aside, mostly just as an excuse to let his fingertips graze her face.

"To be fair," Octavia rasped, turning her face into the touch, "it's a blindingly obvious one."

She made sure to brush her thumb up along the underside on her next stroke, all the way to the head. Then over it.

"Doesn't mean I don't appreciate it," Lucifer said, a smirk pulling on the edge of his mouth, not-quite-getting-there.

He blamed her thumb, personally. It was easy to get distracted by the minute details of what she was doing.

"I bet it doesn't," Octavia said. While she did the same again - just, firmer this time. "But I think you should keep talking."

"Any specific-- mm-- topic?" Lucifer said.

Teased, really. As long as he still had the sharpness of mind to do so.

"What's on your mind."

She figured they were past last night enough - and deep into this moment enough - for that to not drag up anything it wasn't supposed to.

But, still:

"Right now."

Lucifer let out a huff of amusement, and dropped his head back for a moment. Both to think, and to enjoy her hand with more focus.

"You are, obviously," he said. "You're always gorgeous, but I think I have a special love in my heart for tousled morning Octavia."

That was some word choice there, Lucifer. Not that Octavia paid it much mind. She moved again, that last bit more upright until she had the use of her other hand as well.

It rubbed some idle shapes against his inner thigh, though the movement was an upward one.

"Sounds like one of those things only you and Duke think."

Lucifer had filed everything back into the right cabinets of his denial and so he would never slip up and accidentally use a word carelessly. Obviously.

"Sounds like one of those things you refuse to believe," Lucifer sighed, "Even though it's true..."

"I believe that you both think that," Octavia said, with another firmer stroke that paid particular attention to the head. "And I like that you think that."

Her other hand slid up his thigh, for the couple of inches that were still left - before she could lightly cup his balls.

"That's enough."

Whether she believed it about herself was beside the point.

Lucifer moaned softly, stretching his arm out behind him for a moment, just because he needed to feel something in contrast.

"You are, though," he sighed. "A wonder... with very nice hands..."

"Mm-hm," Octavia hummed, as the touch of that second hand got a little firmer, too.

Because with a reaction like that, how could she not?

Lucifer blew out a long, pleased breath.

"Which is most of what I'm thinking about right now," he said, tilting his head forward and opening the eyes he hadn't realized he'd closed. "Mm. Still pretty."

Octavia did her little half-smile thing. Faint, but still.

"And yet you're not the one in bed with an actual angel."

She let her gaze drop to her hands. Allowed for more precision, like twisting her wrist just so on the next stroke.

"Trust me, not all angels are as pretty--"

He gasped, his hips doing a little roll up into her hands.

"--as I am. By far."

Octavia's smirk was a fraction wider only because it was half hidden. Right, so that worked.

Time to do it again, only a little quicker. Once, no - twice.

"But you're very pretty."

"Thank you," Lucifer said, a flush crawling up his skin and onto his cheeks.

Not over the compliment. But what she was doing was definitely working.

Good. Octavia had set on a brisker pace now, as she glanced up his body, seeing that flush.

And then down again. "You're also pretty stiff."

That was its own kind of pretty, really.

Lucifer smirked. "Well," he said, "I believe I have you to thank for that."

"What, no protests that I said 'pretty' and not 'very'?"

Look, on the rare occasion that anything even faintly joking came to her, she had to let it out.

"I don't see why I should," Lucifer said, smirking at her.

Maybe in a way that made it clear that he was far more inclined to agree with her when she had his hand on his cock.

Octavia snorted. "Wow, this really is a weak spot."

And that was absolutely knowledge she would not be using for good in the future.

Now, though, she gave him another stroke with a twist, and brushed her thumb over his balls. "But what do you want right now, Lucifer?"

How did she think Eve had kept him prisoner in that relationship for so long?

"What I want," Lucifer sighed, "Is mostly for you to have your wicked way with me, dearest Octavia."

"That's not very specific," Octavia noted, not that she found that surprising.

She just liked asking, sometimes.

"Sometimes I feel specific," Lucifer said, reaching out to touch her cheek. "Sometimes I just like to see what you'll do with unlimited possibilities."

He made no comments about power. The combination of that, sex, and Octavia at the wheel belonged somewhere else. If anywhere at all.

"Sometimes you like to be lazy," Octavia retorted. While... nuzzling his hand.

Shut up.

"Says the woman who keeps asking me what I want," Lucifer said, his thumb running over her cheekbone, "Instead of telling me what she wants."

"Sometimes my wants are specific," Octavia said, turning her head a little, trying to kiss his fingertips. "And sometimes I try to bait you into telling me your dirty thoughts."

Her hands were still moving, but it was slower and a little more casual, for the moment.

"Asking for your wants isn't a promise."

"Then what is it?" Lucifer asked, watching her mouth skim against his fingers with a small smile.

"It's just that," Octavia said, with a playful, light little nip at one of his fingers. "It's asking. For the knowledge."

"I have a lot of dirty thoughts about you," Lucifer said, and yes, all of his attention was on her mouth at the moment. "Might get distracted from the actual sex if we get into them."

Licking his fingers would surely get his attention somewhere else, right? No?

Then how about leaning in so that they juuuust pressed against her lips when she spoke?

"Is that bad?"

"Well." Lucifer's voice was slipping lower again. "I had hoped to see that mouth of yours on me before we get carried away..."

"But you didn't tell me that was a want," Octavia told him, her voice matching his.

Right before pushing her lean that one last little bit forward, to suck two of his fingertips into her mouth. Like a tease.

"And you told me you weren't necessarily going to honour my wants," Lucifer pointed out.

He sounded a little breathless all of a sudden.

Octavia would offer some counter-argument in a second. She was just kind of busy pushing her tongue between those two fingers in her mouth, before sucking on them again.

While her hand stayed around the head of his cock for the moment. Very little finesse, but definitely some more intense sensations again, even if her other hand had stilled to mostly holding her balls against her palm.

Lucifer let out a breath. It sounded very loud to his ears.

There could've been an explosion right outside and he still wouldn't have been able to pay attention to anything other than her mouth.

Octavia was watching his face.

And pushing just a little further, letting his fingers into her mouth as far as she dared.

Lucifer let out a loud sigh that seemed to come from somewhere deep in his chest.

"Now that's nigh on torture," he murmured.

When Octavia pulled back - slowly - his fingers were as wet as her lips.

"Is it?"

"Nigh," Lucifer murmured, withdrawing his hand... slowly.

"Too bad for you," Octavia said lightly.

As if she didn't already know what she was going to do next.

Lucifer sighed, shook his head. "Terrible," he said, drawing an idle line along his own cheek with his wet fingers.

Which was more than enough to distract Octavia into watching him for at least a short moment.

She'd get back on track in a second.

His mouth set into something that wasn't really a smirk. Half challenge, maybe. Half appreciative respect for those moves.

Octavia sighed. "You're too hot for your own good, skaifaya."

But she finally moved again. Dropped a little further down. One hand had to let him go because she needed it for support, but he wasn't going to miss it. Not when the remaining one stayed on him.

And she ducked down to give him one thorough lick up along the underside of his shaft.

"You're one to talk," Lucifer said.

Well, groaned. While grabbing for the sheets.

"My good is just fine right now," Octavia rasped.

Possibly as the last thing she was going to say in a while, because with all the warming up that had happened on both sides, she didn't hesitate before her lips were around the head of his cock.

And then she sunk down on it.

He wasn't going to bother to argue with her. Not right now.

Lucifer moaned and stretched back, just... feeling her mouth as it wrapped around him.

And that was the simple way it started.

But her hand was still wrapped around the base, for a little extra stimulation. And once Octavia had taken a moment to acclimate herself and her jaw, she swirled her tongue against him.

Sucked, lightly at first.

Lucifer hummed softly, cracking open one eye to look at her again.

He reached out and touched her hair.

That halted Octavia's plans for kicking things up a notch, for just a moment. Because she couldn't help sneaking a glance up at him.

With her lips still around him, yes.

Really should've tied her hair back, but oh well.

Lucifer caught her eyes and smirked back at her, pleasure written all over the rest of his face.

He brushed her hair back again, pointlessly.

It flopped right back down again.

Octavia made a faintly amused noise that sounded all kinds of delightfully muffled. Not to mention the vibrations.

Yeah. So much for looking right at her. Lucifer's eyes slipped shut again and he moaned very appreciatively.

Oh, there it was. And as well as he responded to this particular attention, Octavia wasn't content to just stay as she was.

It took a couple of tries to get the rhythm right between her hand and her mouth, but she got there. Bobbing her head so that her lips met the top of her hand; swirling her tongue on the way down, sucking on the way up.

Relentless, and more focused than she would have claimed she could be when she'd first urged him onto his back.

Oh, he liked relentless on Octavia, too.

Lucifer had never been known to be quiet or restrained, least of all in bed. He groaned as she found her rhythm, his hand tangling in her hair but not gripping it, not wanting to disturb her.

Not when she was stoking the flames in his abdomen like this, pushing him just a little bit further every time she moved.

Relentless was an easy mood for Octavia to achieve. This was just one of the better uses she had for it.

Less destructive than most.

She kept going, now that she'd started in earnest. His reactions were all the encouragement she needed to keep up her pace, to keep up her intensity.

Soon, his breathing grew shallower, his fingers in her hair just a little firmer. When her mouth grazed him just so, Lucifer let out a groan, and his hips bucked up in spite of himself.

Chasing more. Or just urging her on to keep going as he felt some control slipping out of his grasp.

Octavia wasn't any more willing to stop or let up now than he'd been with her. Even made a little noise of appreciation at feeling his fingers tightening in her hair.

And another, when his hips bucked, making that particular downward bob a little deeper than she'd meant for it to go. Recalling a rougher vibe that wasn't really what this morning was about, but still --

She was filing that away for later.

Right now, she was focusing on doing everything in her power to drag another one of those groans out of him. And pushing him further towards a loss of control with her lips, her tongue, her little moans right when he could feel it most.

There was just something about the way they were both taking their time this morning that felt... good. Like they'd locked all of the bad out of Samsara, and now they were just making their own little bubble of time here where nothing and nobody else mattered.

It was easy to let go under those circumstances. To let his hips move within the limits she set, and let the pleasure wash over him, the way her mouth felt around him when she made noise...

Lucifer groaned again, and again, and finally let the noise taper off into a low moan. He didn't know how much time had passed, but it was enough-- enough for his balls to tighten and the muscles in his abdomen to jump as his body readied itself for release.

"Octavia," he sighed.

Come on, let go, Octavia wanted to say. But for obvious reasons, she had to signal the same by just --

Keeping up everything she was doing. Her jaw was going to protest in a moment, but right now she didn't even feel it. She wanted this. His moan, her name on his lips.

His taste on her tongue.

She kept going. Maybe pushed the intensity just that last little bit further, sucking on him just a fraction more.

Lucifer had been riled up since he first settled between her legs; he didn't need much more.

His fingers tightened firmly in her hair, and he moaned low in his chest, his hips rocking up again to meet her--

And he tipped over, letting go, her name a whisper on his lips.

Octavia stilled, but didn't pull away. She wanted to see him through it, wanted to enjoy every last throb of his inside her mouth, swallowing down what he spilled.

There was a soft gagging sound. She'd had about a fifty-fifty shot at doing this gracefully, but, well.

She'd never cared much about grace, anyway.

There was an apology that nearly came out of his mouth, but Lucifer knew her too well now to let it slip. He just... held on, enjoying the heat around him as he came down slowly.

Until he finally stilled entirely.

He opened his eyes and peered down at her.

"See," he mumbled. "Beautiful."

Octavia pulled off him with a fairly obscene wet sound. Wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, then crawled up, bringing the covers back up with her.

And rasped, "Nothing people say immediately after orgasm should be taken seriously."

"Said it before, too," Lucifer said lazily, reaching out for her. "And I am deadly serious."

"Uh huh," Octavia said, as she moved to snuggle up against his side, with her head against his shoulder and with one leg draped over him. "So you keep saying."

Lucifer wrapped an arm around her and pulled her even closer. "Because I mean it," he said, kissing the top of her head.

"I know you do," Octavia murmured into his skin. With a little less off her playfully argumentative tone.

Okay, a lot less of it.

"Mm," Lucifer hummed, in acknowledgement of that tone shift. He pressed his cheek against her, and wrapped his other arm around her, as well.

Octavia felt snug, and comfortable.

And safe.

(It was weird how it kept coming back to that, lately. Safe.)

"That was hot," she muttered quietly, drawing absent little shapes against his shoulder, her arm resting against his chest.

"I quite enjoyed it," Lucifer agreed, softly. "You are a force of nature when you put your mind to it."

Even her snort was soft.

"More mouth than mind."

"Thankfully," Lucifer said, smiling against her hair, "I quite like your bratty little mouth."

"Not a brat."

Well.

Not really with anyone else but him?

"I beg to differ," Lucifer said, letting his fingers slide up and down the tattoo on her shoulder.

Octavia sighed quietly. Sometimes she was very easy when it came to soft touches.

"So what do you think makes me a brat?"

"Oh, you know exactly what I mean," Lucifer said, and nuzzled her hair. "You like trying to one-up me. In the most pedantic way you can think of."

"I don't know if that's true."

"Too bad," Lucifer said, chuckling softly. "Because you are bratty. And beautiful. And, hm, bold." He kissed the top of her head. "Occasionally belligerent."

"You handle my belligerence just fine," Octavia murmured, nuzzling his shoulder.

It was why she threw it at him, specifically.

"You may be the sweetest belligerent woman I've ever had in my life," Lucifer teased. (Which said more about the other belligerent women in his life, really.) "That helps."

Octavia had broken a bottle over his head, so. Yes, she figured it said less about her than about the others.

"Yeah, well," she murmured. And quieter still: "Thank you."

No, she wasn't thinking about the bottle incident.

Maze practically made stabbing him in the back a full-time job.

"There's nothing to thank me for," Lucifer said, quieter.

"I know." That was more of a sigh than anything. "Let me do it anyway."

"If you insist."

"I do."

Her fingers were just brushing back and forth against his shoulder now, and she was watching them move.

"Last time, here... That was good, too."

"Quite different," Lucifer mused, relaxing a bit against the pillow. "But still good, yes."

"I still don't understand it."

Maybe she was overthinking again.

(Or maybe, you know, the crying jag that followed had kind of thrown her off.)

"Do you want to tell me how you felt at the time?" Lucifer asked, his hand sliding up to play with her hair.

"During or after?"

Those were two distinct things. But she was mostly asking just as a tool for gathering her thoughts.

"Let's start with during," Lucifer murmured.

"Angry," Octavia muttered, after a moment. "Only -- not really? Or like a part of me was. Whatever part it is that really just... doesn't want to have anyone decide anything for me."

Or to bow to anyone.

"But you still let me," Lucifer said, his fingertips skimming along her cheek.

"Maybe that part's not in charge."

Anymore.

Nou Blodreina nawe.

"It felt like letting you and not letting you at the same time."

"Until the end," Lucifer mused.

"I don't know," Octavia muttered, turning her face a little more against his chest, with a sigh. "Nothing holds me like that."

Bound her like that.

"You are rather strong," Lucifer said softly. "Perhaps you were trying to figure out which way you wanted to go..."

"Maybe another part just wanted to be made to feel small."

Oh, that was quiet.

"Oh," Lucifer said softly.

When had he started petting her hair? Somewhere halfway into that sentence.

That was a welcome thing.

"And there's not a lot that can do that," Octavia said. "In a way that feels real. So maybe it... saw something that could, and grabbed onto that."

This was some A+ distancing herself from her own feelings. But sometimes that was an easier way to sort through them.

"You seemed like you'd needed it," Lucifer mused, glancing up at the ceiling. "Afterward."

"Mmm."

She let that hum just sit there, alone, for a moment.

"I did, didn't I?"

Lucifer glanced down at her.

"Like you'd needed it for a while," he said slowly.

Octavia's eyes were open, but she was very deliberately not looking up at him.

"I felt lighter."

Somehow that felt like the weirdest part.

Lucifer hummed softly. "Being in control all of the time can be a heavy burden," he said.

"Thought I gave that up on my last day on the Ground," Octavia muttered, "when I knelt for the new commander."

But she really hadn't, had she? After she'd landed back in Fandom, she'd kept trying to hold herself in because she was the only thing she could really control anymore.

Lucifer made a soft noise of acknowledgement, and leaned forward to press a kiss to the top of her head.

Octavia was just keeping her voice very, very quiet now.

"I don't think the angry part likes that I want to do it again."

Or that it felt like something right on the edge of a want and a need.

"But you do," he took away from that, quietly.

"Yeah."

She wasn't proud.

(But not exactly ashamed, either. It was just an all-around weird thing.)

"I can do that," Lucifer said, still stroking her hair slowly. "When it makes sense for you."

He smiled a little.

"And if your angry side wants to get involved, she can fight me."

He didn't know why his voice went a little wobbly in the middle of that sentence.

Octavia didn't know, either. Just that it made something feel a little fragile in her chest.

She tried for a lighter tone, but largely failed. "That's all she wants to do."

As he'd already seen.

"Well," Lucifer murmured, "She can try."

Octavia nodded against his chest. "And fail."

Maybe that was the point?

She suspected that was the point. But that was one of those things she couldn't quite bring herself to say.

"Yes," Lucifer said, giving her a small squeeze.

Octavia finally tried wrapping her own arm around him. As best as she could, considering she was lying halfway on top of him, so - not very.

And she murmured her words into the skin of his chest.

"I love you."

Lucifer sucked in a breath.

It wasn't the first time she'd said that, of course. It still made him feel inadequate, and incapable.

But he didn't say that, because he found neither of those feelings useful, and it wasn't like she could see his eyes as he stared at the wall behind her.

So he kissed the top of her head again, and cupped her cheek.

That was more important, anyway.

It was. And the rest was just fine.

Octavia quieted down with a little sigh. She wouldn't mind staying right here in his arms for a while.

"I think we can use some rest, after all of this exercise," Lucifer murmured, and shut his eyes as he leaned his head against hers again.

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