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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[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.

[my_own_advocate]

"You still have it bad," Lucifer teased, fond, and kissed the top of her head.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's voice was very soft. Quiet. "He's... everything."

So, yeah. She would not be arguing with that.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer hummed softly, something like a touch of faint amusement in the noise.

He ran his fingers down along her tattoo.

[okteiviakom]

"Though I try not to tell him that anymore," Octavia mumbled after a moment spent just quietly enjoying the touch. "That's too much to put on someone."

Especially someone with a habit of taking on too much responsibility for other people's well-being even without prompting.

[my_own_advocate]

"Are you worried about that?" Lucifer asked.

Privately, he questioned how true the statement even was.

Not because of some self-involved ideas about his own relationship with Octavia. But romantic as it sounded, it seemed rather contrary to the reality of human nature.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia nuzzled his chest.

"The part where he's told me it's too much?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Mm, so he actually said that out loud," Lucifer said, drawing idle patterns against her arm. "Suppose he is susceptible to pressure."

[okteiviakom]

"It's not a new thing," Octavia muttered. You need other lights, Duke had told her months ago. Way before all -- this.

Before skaifaya, and everything else.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer kissed the top of her head again.

"It's not quite accurate, either, is it?" he murmured. "You are more than just Duke Crocker's girlfriend."

[okteiviakom]

"I'm not his girlfriend."

Sorry. For all that it was mild, it was practically reflexive.

[my_own_advocate]

"Snogon," Lucifer corrected lightly. "Apologies."

[okteiviakom]

"Better," Octavia murmured. "And that's not... It doesn't mean I think that's all I am. It's not really about that at all."

[my_own_advocate]

"Then what is it about?" Lucifer asked. "Because that whole 'such and such is everything' thing has always seemed rather reductive."

[okteiviakom]

"It just means... that he matters."

More than anything.

[my_own_advocate]

"You could just say that," Lucifer pointed out gently.