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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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"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.

"She's right," Lucifer agreed, grinning. "I was going to go for an hour, but she thought that'd be long."

He surfed idly to the site of a local food restaurant, then looked away again to just... admire the two of them. "Either way, watching either of you put on clothes right now would be an absolute crime," he said, "And I won't stand for it."

"We could do togas?" Duke said, nudging a discarded sheet with his foot. "Also, I would absolutely like to reserve seats for when he really does try for an hour."

Octavia snorted, softly. "Hour's not really up to just his endurance."

"Or you could just stay naked," Lucifer said sagely. "She won't let me try for an hour."

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