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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"We'll have to test that sometime, jaka, if you'd like," she replied, faintly amused. Then cast a look over at Lucifer. "Also, I have never stopped you from trying for an hour."
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Both things, actually.
"Actual food, presumably."
Ha ha.
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She was drawing another star against Duke's arm.
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He put it aside and stretched out over the two of them, trying to steal a kiss from Duke. Hadn't had one this morning yet, and that clearly couldn't stand.
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"Feeling the urge to doodle, are we?"
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Triangle. Circle.
"Guess so."
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He decided he quite liked being sort of draped over both of them, so he lingered there for a bit.
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The shapes were getting a little more abstract.
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Look, there was a reason he'd gone to paint, not to food. He remembered her reaction from last time.
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"Well. Far be it for me to suggest ruining your sheets."
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Just drawing more random spirals up and down Duke's arm.
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"Perhaps she's just plotting out your next tattoo," he mused.
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Or maybe that was just where she was trending, herself.
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Not that he was going to tell the guy that. That way probably lay another bout of panic.
"Animals are good," he said. "I've got my shark and the caterpillars, and of course the butterflies. What's something that says . . . strong and stubborn?"
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