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.