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]

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.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer sighed, drawing some pattern just above her nipple.

"I stand by what I said," he said, "Your opinion is questionable."

[okteiviakom]

"Suit yourself," Octavia rasped, briefly pulling her hand away to brush some hair behind her ear. "'Cause I feel like a mess."

[my_own_advocate]

"But a lovely one," Lucifer said, and pressed a quick kiss to her mouth.

[okteiviakom]

"You know you don't have to flatter me," Octavia mumbled, kind of pressing up into that kiss, "to get what you want."

It was a joke. Her tone sounded like a smirk.

[my_own_advocate]

"Flattering you is what I want, darling," Lucifer smirked back, fingers curling around her nipple for a brief pinch.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia hummed another soft 'mmm'.

"Is it all you want?"

[my_own_advocate]

"It's what I wanted to do right now," Lucifer said, and kissed her cheek, and then her jaw again. "Might want to do something else five seconds from now..."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia caught his cheek for a little kiss of her own before letting him keep doing what he was doing. Both her hands were at his sides, now, moving slowly downwards, then up again.

"You should tell me more about your wants."

[my_own_advocate]

"Well, now," Lucifer said, his lips brushing over her neck, "I think I want to make you come very loudly on my tongue," and between her collar bones, "just to see if that makes you more amenable," and a kiss on each breast, "...to being flattered."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia sighed. "That --" Definitely made her feel more awake all of a sudden. "-- sounds like a good want."

Her nails raked over his ribs.

"Yeah, I think I want your mouth between my legs, too."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer chuckled softly.

"Any other desires?" he asked her belly, brushing kisses against old scars.

[okteiviakom]

As he moved, Octavia's hands ended up running over his shoulders, then a little bit down his back. While she could still reach.

"Nothing as specific as yours," she murmured. "Maybe to get off my back, later..."

[my_own_advocate]

"Think about it," Lucifer said.

He flashed one last smirk at her - and then vanished entirely under the covers.

[okteiviakom]

And something about that was just funny enough, somehow, that Octavia --

Well, it wasn't a laugh.

But it was something like it. Enough so that when she pulled her hand back, one ended up with a couple fingers pressed over her lips, like a shushing motion after the fact.

[my_own_advocate]

That was absolutely not a hint of an answering snicker coming from Lucifer's end. No.

That would just be ridiculous.

He was far too busy pushing her legs apart.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's little snort was quiet, but considering where he was, the little jump of the muscles in her abdomen probably gave her away anyway.

Whatever. She could also just focus on shifting a little as her legs parted. Seeing him as nothing but a big indistijnct lump through the covers was kind of distracting, but anticipation coiling low in her body was still managing to cut through her amusement.

She wasn't as turned on yet as she had been some previous times before he'd even gotten to any direct touching, but it was definitely a start.