Lucifer's Mansion, Very Late Friday Night

[okteiviakom]

There'd been the club.

And then some texts with Duke.

And then Lucifer's house, and specifically Lucifer's bed, where Octavia was now catching her breath and brushing her hair out of her face with a slightly lazy and uncoordinated hand, flopped down on her back.

[ooc: For the Devil in question, and some slight residual NSFWness may occur.]

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[okteiviakom]

Octavia's own hand finally found its way up to his face, brushing slowly over his jaw.

"This feels good."

Not just this moment.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer hummed his agreement, smiling into her touch. His hand slid idly up and down her back, just because he could.

[okteiviakom]

"Sex was nice, too," Octavia murmured. "Obviously. And it's not like I'm not looking forward to you indefinitely turning me into a mess every Friday, but... I think this may be nicer."

But her current relaxed state was largely brought on by the sex, so it was far from an either-or situation. She was just... needing to let him know she appreciated this.

Appreciated him.

[my_own_advocate]

"Enjoy the cuddling, do you?" Lucifer asked softly, thinking back to another recent conversation.

He kissed the tip of her nose.

"It is nice."

[okteiviakom]

"I guess I do," Octavia said, her gaze dropping with a little huff at the kiss.

There was still a part of her that got a little flustered at silly, gentle affection.

[my_own_advocate]

"Good," Lucifer said quietly. He pressed his forehead against hers.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia brushed the backs of her fingers over his cheek, then let her hand drop where it could rest against the top of his chest.

Her eyes closed.

Her voice was quiet and soft.

"I adore you, skaifaya."

[my_own_advocate]

"I adore you, too," Lucifer said, his fingers brushing over her hair. "My impossible cave woman."

[okteiviakom]

It was probably for the best that Octavia's eyes were closed.

Her lips drew into a smile. A small one, but it was there.

[my_own_advocate]

And Lucifer-- kissed that smile.

Very gently.

[okteiviakom]

Guess Octavia was still as affected by a simple 'my' as she had been by the 'we' meaning her and Duke, back when Duke had first begun using it all those years ago.

Octavia kissed him back, just as gently. Exhaled a little huff into it, like she was aware her emotions were doing something ridiculous.

[my_own_advocate]

"Don't spoil it," Lucifer murmured, touching her bottom lip with his thumb as they parted.

He was smiling. It was deeply fond.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's eyes blinked open. She nodded, just barely.

"Okay," she whispered.

She was still smiling, too.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer's arm curled back around her.

He just watched her face, for a little while.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's face was open, with a little bit of that wonder from earlier still around the eyes, even after the smile faded.

She was watching him back, too. Idly thinking of all the various versions of him she'd seen. Fitting them together in her head like a puzzle.

Feathered wings, and leather ones, and -- this.

[my_own_advocate]

He was just thinking how good it was to see her like this. How that-- inspired wonder, too, how open she could be, and how much Lucifer was aware it was a privilege most people didn't get.

How had he convinced someone like her to trust him with this? He didn't fully understand.

It was beautiful.

[okteiviakom]

Sometimes good things could come from darkness. That was where the roots were, in her knowledge that he knew the worst of her, and hadn't cast her out for it, not even for a second.

(But they had recognized things in each other long before all that, too.)

Octavia pressed forward and kissed him again.

[my_own_advocate]

One day, he might be able to resist the temptation to touch her hair, but it wouldn't be tonight.

Lucifer kissed her back, firmer than the last, and tangled his legs with hers.

[okteiviakom]

With the way Octavia herself was about him touching her hair? Unlikely. Right now, she gave it a soft hum, right into that kiss.

Or maybe that was for how they were tangling together. She did so like the little things that told her she was welcome, and wanted.

[my_own_advocate]

"All right," Lucifer teased softly, "So there are some benefits to you not being drunk..."

[okteiviakom]

"Like not being drunkenly snoring on you already right now?"

She had no idea if she snored, ever.

[my_own_advocate]

"If anyone in this arrangement snores occasionally," Lucifer said, with a little laugh, "It isn't you."

[okteiviakom]

"Yeah, it's Duke."

Accusations about snoring rarely sounded as soft and fond.

[my_own_advocate]

"Sometimes it's almost soothing," Lucifer said, half-joking.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's tone didn't sound even half joking.

"Yeah," she sighed, moving to tuck her face closer to his chest.