Octavia Blake (
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Lucifer's Mansion, Wednesday Morning
Regardless of which bed it was, usually the middle spot was Duke's. But not last night. Lucifer was a devil of his word: he'd wrapped her up in his arms as soon as they made it to bed.
And he'd put her in the middle.
That was where she still was as she woke up this morning. She opened her eyes and saw nothing but the constellations of freckles on Lucifer's chest.
There were no words for how much better that was than staring at the ceiling on her boat would have been.
[ooc: For the two. eta: Somewhat NSFW for a bit there!]
And he'd put her in the middle.
That was where she still was as she woke up this morning. She opened her eyes and saw nothing but the constellations of freckles on Lucifer's chest.
There were no words for how much better that was than staring at the ceiling on her boat would have been.
[ooc: For the two. eta: Somewhat NSFW for a bit there!]
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He'd gone to sleep as wrapped up around the two of them as he could get, but overnight had uncurled a bit to sprawl out on his back instead, though his arm and leg were still tangled up with hers.
He let out a faint, unintelligible mumble in his sleep, and started to gently snore.
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His eyes were closed.
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And Octavia spent a long moment perfectly still save for her breathing, just listening to Duke's quiet snore, and drawing patterns between freckles in her head.
Though eventually she moved just enough to do the same with the light touch of a single, very slowly moving fingertip.
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Lucifer let out a soft sigh. Not quite waking yet, but closer.
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She drew a star.
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She traced a slow spiral. And shifted a little, her leg moving against Duke's as she did.
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And did not wake.
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And apparently part of Duke's arm in the process. "Morning."
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Octavia shifted just enough to kiss him. A proper greeting, and all.
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Shifting, so he was pressed up against her more, his leg winding up in tangle with at least three other, similar limbs.
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Octavia's fingers pushed through Lucifer's hair. The kiss was languid and soft, but she clearly intended to linger for a moment.
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His hand shifted, running along her side, her back, brushing against Duke's skin in the process.
The kiss grew maybe a bit less gentle.
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It was also enough for Octavia to respond in kind, even if some of the slow of it all still remained.
There was a low hum in the back of her throat, too.
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His snores died down, and he blearily opened his eyes to see his partners sleepily enjoying each other. He shifted, slow and careful, trying not to disturb them, so he could more comfortably watch.
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... Probably a good thing.
Lucifer's hand slid back down over her hip, and then quite behind said hip, getting a firm grip on her. He sucked slowly on her bottom lip.
Mm.
Much worse ways to wake up.
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She'd felt the mattress dip behind her. And had noticed there was no more snoring.
Her nails, blunt though they were, scratched down the back of Lucifer's neck. Another sharper point of contact.
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In a little while, maybe he'd invite himself to join as well, but for now, he was content right where he was.
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He glanced briefly over her shoulder to see if Duke was still asleep. Noticed he wasn't, and then dove right back into the kiss.
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Maybe this was a thank you for last night, for the complete lack of questions or expectations about whatever she should share about how everything had gone.
For the middle spot.
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Then his hand slid down her thigh.
None of them were in any hurry. He could give in to the desire to just... touch her.
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There was just one thing missing, though. And that had her using the leg she had hooked over his hip to try and encourage him to roll with her. Put her on her back with him on top of her.
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