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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!]

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Lucifer let out a soft sigh against her mouth. Squeezed a bit, teasing, as he rubbed himself more firmly up against her.

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.

Like Octavia was doing with him, running her fingers up into his hair, then back down to his neck again.

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.

Lucifer managed a soft sound, something halfway amused, before he rolled over her, cushioning himself on his elbows.

He cast the quickest glance towards what Duke was doing-- then returned his attention to her. "Is there an idea forming in that gorgeous head of yours?" he murmured, before leaning in to kiss her again.

That made it hard to reply immediately. But there was no rush, anyway. Octavia could get a little lost in kissing him, and then answer.

"Just making sure he can see," she murmured, "whatever I decide you should do to me."

Not that it was just that. For her to be able to look over and see Duke was important too.

"Oh," Lucifer said, his smirk especially pleased. "Whatever you decide, hm?"

"Mm-hm," Octavia hummed, and nipped at his lip again.

Awfully casual for someone fighting not to amend that into 'whatever I request', right now.

"Well," Lucifer said, smirking still. "Consider me waiting with bated breath for your decision."

Another quick kiss, this time from him.

Octavia made it less quick, looping her arm around his neck. Hey, it helped her think! Granted, a lot of that thinking was about how pleased Duke probably continued to look, but, still.

She pulled back with a sigh, after a long moment. "It's a slow morning," she said in a raspy, low murmur. "I think... An hour might be too much, but how 'bout we see how we feel at the half-hour mark, hmm?"

He got what she was talking about, right? She hoped he did.

Lucifer laughed softly, delighted. "Mm, sounds like a worthy cause," he said.

And just in case that didn't tell her he knew what she was getting at, he was already slipping down, pressing a kiss between her breasts.

"Endurance test," Octavia rasped, towards the ceiling, with a little sigh. "Well, for me." A beat. "And maybe for Duke."

What, like he was going to find it easy to hold off on interfering with a half-hour-or-more long edging session?

Another beat.

"For you, it's just a lengthy early breakfast."

"With perhaps some sausage at the end," Lucifer agreed, because how could he not?

He shot Duke an impish look, longer and more lingering than his brief glances before.

And then slid down Octavia's body to... get to work. For a while.

Half an hour really was just a lengthy early breakfast.

It was a bit of an endurance test for Duke, too, though he was up to the challenge. And resisting the urge to applaud when they were all spent at the end.

"Think, uh," he said, as he sprawled across the sheets again. "Think maybe it's my turn to make the more traditional breakfast."

Octavia snorted faintly, curling against his side. There was an air of ease to her that hadn't been there for... honestly, a while.

It wouldn't last. But for now, it was here. In her expression as she tilted her head to look at him. In the quiet teasing note of her voice.

"You saying that doesn't have potential to be tradition?"

"Why not make it a regular two-fer?" Lucifer asked, stretching a bit. His jaw had started to feel a bit sore, but it was entirely worth it. "Clams and sausages, followed by bacon and eggs."

Duke laughed for longer than the pun was worth. "Vegetarian sausage and bacon, of course," he said, flicking Octavia a lazy smile. "Yeah, I think I could get used to that."

Octavia had been slowly making kind of a face, so that was a good addition. You know, like listening to his laugh hadn't already been enough.

(She hadn't heard that nearly enough, lately. That alone made everything about this more than okay.)

She propped her head up on one arm. "No objections from me."

"Mm, good," Lucifer said. He craved a cigarette. "Though I'm torn between Octavia and I staying in bed and watching you do rumpled cooking," he said, looking at Duke.

Look, that laugh was nice for everyone here.

"See, this is the trouble with these giant houses. If your kitchen was right by your bedroom, you could potentially do both."

"There's always video calls," Octavia offered, but it didn't sound like a genuine suggestion. "I want to watch you live, though."

"At this point he's just convincing me we should order breakfast in, instead," Lucifer mused lazily. "He'd have to get dressed if he's going to cook, and I prefer him naked and sticky like nature intended."

"Good plan. But . . . who's going to go get the breakfast when it arrives?"

"Not me," Octavia said, managing to be both immediate and lazy in her response. "Not sure my legs even work yet."

There'd been a lot of tension! And trembling.

Lucifer sighed loudly. "I will, I suppose," he said, "It's a sacrifice I'm willing to make this once."

Because they were both pretty naked.

He reached lazily for his phone on the nightstand.

"Mmm, best boyfriend," Duke said, reaching over Octavia to give Lucifer a loving pat. "No, but seriously, that celestial endurance is impressive."

"Everything about him is impressive," Octavia said, faintly amused, but also faintly distracted.

She was watching Duke's face.

This was... if not the first, then definitely one of the first times she'd actually heard him call Lucifer that.

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