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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[okteiviakom]

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."

[my_own_advocate]

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

[okteiviakom]

"Or they think they do."

She didn't entirely believe it, no.

[my_own_advocate]

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

[okteiviakom]

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

[my_own_advocate]

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

[okteiviakom]

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

[my_own_advocate]

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

[okteiviakom]

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

[my_own_advocate]

"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?"

[okteiviakom]

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

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

[my_own_advocate]

"Because you had no clothes left."

[okteiviakom]

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

Could he tell the headache had mostly gone away?

[my_own_advocate]

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.

[okteiviakom]

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.

[my_own_advocate]

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

[okteiviakom]

So was he.

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

[my_own_advocate]

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

[okteiviakom]

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.

[my_own_advocate]

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.

[okteiviakom]

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.

[my_own_advocate]

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.

[okteiviakom]

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.)

[my_own_advocate]

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

He played idly with her breast.

[okteiviakom]

"It is."

Brat, remember?

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