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]

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

[okteiviakom]

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.

[my_own_advocate]

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

[okteiviakom]

"Yeah."

She wasn't proud.

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

[my_own_advocate]

"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.

[okteiviakom]

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.

[my_own_advocate]

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

[okteiviakom]

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.

[my_own_advocate]

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

[okteiviakom]

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."

[my_own_advocate]

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.

[okteiviakom]

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.

[my_own_advocate]

"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.