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]

"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.

[my_own_advocate]

Sometimes sex could just be slow, warm and pleasant. Half the fun of it was that it could be so many things, if you asked Lucifer.

For example, without the need ratched up so high, he could definitely waste a minute or so just biting and kissing his way up her thigh from her knee.

[okteiviakom]

It really wasn't wasted, though. Octavia exhaled a long sigh, and it sounded... pleased. Like she was relaxing a little further into the mattress with it.

She stretched her arms up over her head, for a moment.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer's teeth found her inner thigh, not far from his goal, now.

Still, he felt... leisurely about it.

Comfortable, actually.

(Maybe full of a deep kind of affection.)

[okteiviakom]

It was the right mood for a slow, hungover Saturday morning. Not that his teeth on more sensitive skin didn't kick up Octavia's anticipation another notch.

Her fingers laced together, above her head.

[my_own_advocate]

And... there she was.

Lucifer brushed his nose against the coarse hair between her legs.

His tongue darted out to trace the folds he found not far from them.

[okteiviakom]

And there he was.

Octavia sighed like she'd been holding her breath, letting her head tip back. She hadn't been, not really, but it was that feeling all the same.

Shifted a little, like she had more room left to give him.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer's fingers dug lightly into her thighs, keeping them in place. He took a breath. Slid his tongue between those folds, dragging it lazily upwards until he found the sensitive skin he'd been looking for.

[okteiviakom]

This time the sigh was his name. He'd wanted loud, so might as well allow herself to be more expressive to begin with.

Her hands parted again. Moved, though she wasn't yet sure where to.

[my_own_advocate]

She could take her time. Lucifer was, thumbs sliding idly up and down the inside of her thighs, his tongue playing with her, leisurely.

It was morning, they had time, and he wanted her boneless by the time he was done.

(Something about Octavia relaxed was beautiful even without the heat.)

[okteiviakom]

The slowness had its own benefits, anyway. It was easier to focus on each sensation when she wasn't being bombarded with them. Like the points where his fingers pressed into her thighs.

Like each full movement of his tongue.

Like her hands moving slowly over her breasts.

[my_own_advocate]

The one disadvantage of this position was that he couldn't look up and see that.

Ah, well. He'd just have to listen more closely, instead. He pushed the flat of his tongue against her entrance, teasing-- slipped the tip inside after lingering, pressing his face further against her.