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]

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."

[my_own_advocate]

"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."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia huffed against his neck.

"Is that what you've been doing?"

[my_own_advocate]

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

[okteiviakom]

"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'.

[my_own_advocate]

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

[okteiviakom]

"Means nothing to me."

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

[my_own_advocate]

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

[okteiviakom]

"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.

[my_own_advocate]

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

[okteiviakom]

That was a good sound.

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

[my_own_advocate]

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.

[okteiviakom]

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.

[my_own_advocate]

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...

[okteiviakom]

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.

[my_own_advocate]

"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.

[okteiviakom]

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.

[my_own_advocate]

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

[okteiviakom]

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.

[my_own_advocate]

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

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

[okteiviakom]

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.

[my_own_advocate]

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.

[okteiviakom]

"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.

[my_own_advocate]

"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.

[okteiviakom]

"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.