The Samsara, Port of Fandom, Saturday Morning

[okteiviakom]

Last night had been okay. The margaritas had been tasty, and Octavia had acquiesced to Lucifer's request of not letting him go home alone by dragging him back to her boat with her at the end of the night. She'd passed out hard not too long after because, again, tasty margaritas.

Of course, now it was morning, and she was finally stirring again.

And the muffled little groan was almost immediate.

Goddamn margaritas.

[ooc: For the Devil, unless the neighbour wants to drop by too! ETA: NSFW downthread!]

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[my_own_advocate]

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.

[okteiviakom]

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.

[my_own_advocate]

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.

[okteiviakom]

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.

[my_own_advocate]

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...)

[okteiviakom]

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.

[my_own_advocate]

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

Because she was.

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

[okteiviakom]

"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.

[my_own_advocate]

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

[okteiviakom]

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.

[my_own_advocate]

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

Still in no rush.

[okteiviakom]

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.

[my_own_advocate]

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.

[okteiviakom]

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.

[my_own_advocate]

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.

[okteiviakom]

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.

[my_own_advocate]

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.

[okteiviakom]

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

That just slipped out.

[my_own_advocate]

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.

[okteiviakom]

"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.

[my_own_advocate]

"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."

[okteiviakom]

This sound wasn't a laugh, either.

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

[my_own_advocate]

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

[okteiviakom]

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."

[my_own_advocate]

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