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 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.

[okteiviakom]

"It's not the same."

It was very complicated, as he could surely tell by all the contradictions.

[my_own_advocate]

"Mm, there are more things that matter to you," Lucifer said. "There is that."

[okteiviakom]

"I was cut off from him for seven years," Octavia murmured. "That changes -- things."

She didn't have a better word for it.

"I know you know that."

[my_own_advocate]

"It has a way of showing you what's truly important," Lucifer agreed softly.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia made a little noise in her throat that sounded like an objection. To what? Even she didn't know.

She was just trying to burrow further against his chest.

[my_own_advocate]

"Did I get it wrong?" Lucifer asked, his hand settling on her back.

Happy to facilitate the burrowing.

[okteiviakom]

"No." That came out extremely mumbled, with all the burrowing. "Just -- different right than I was thinking of."

[my_own_advocate]

"Tell me what you were thinking of, then," Lucifer murmured. "Take your time."

[okteiviakom]

"I don't know if I want to," Octavia admitted.

Very quietly.

"Feels like a... Pandora's box situation. Maybe."

[my_own_advocate]

"Why?" Lucifer asked. "What are you afraid of?"

[okteiviakom]

... What a question. There was a long silence, where Octavia just kept pressing herself against his chest. Not by shifting around at all, just a steady pressure.

And when she spoke, well.

"I am not afraid."

It didn't actually sound like she was replying to him, there. It was a little too under her breath for that, for one thing.