okteiviakom | Lucifer's Mansion, Wednesday Morning

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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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Octavia snorted.

The shapes were getting a little more abstract.

Lucifer laughed softly. "Now, I'm not sure playing with our food is the best choice with these sheets," he mused, glancing briefly at Octavia.

Look, there was a reason he'd gone to paint, not to food. He remembered her reaction from last time.

Duke caught that glance, and while he wasn't remembering that event, he was perfectly happy to go along with what Lucifer was clearly hinting.

"Well. Far be it for me to suggest ruining your sheets."

Octavia was grateful, in her very quiet, non-obvious way.

Just drawing more random spirals up and down Duke's arm.

Lucifer was fairly sure Duke hadn't been around for it, anyway, the first time he'd floated involving actual food with sex around Octavia.

"Perhaps she's just plotting out your next tattoo," he mused.

"Hmmm, maybe. Something kinda spinny." Duke picked up his hand just enough to start drawing shapes in return on Octavia. "I don't know, what do you guys think I should get next?"

"More animals?" Octavia offered.

Or maybe that was just where she was trending, herself.

"The two of you are the tattoo experts," Lucifer pointed out, faintly amused, running his fingers up Duke's thigh.

Yeah, but Duke was kind of thinking like he should get a Lucifer themed one, and wanted his input.

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?"

Octavia's face scrunched up, faintly.

"... A bear?"

She only had limited knowledge of what animals were associated with what traits, so. That was something of a stab in the dark.

"Bulls, oxes," Lucifer mused, "None of which really scream 'pretty tattoo'."

Duke was chuckling. "Yeah, all that sounds like I'm trying to get into some scene somewhere. As lovely as bears are in general."

Octavia shrugged. As best as she could, under the circumstances.

"You asked."

Lucifer grinned. "You did," he said. "Either way, as you well know, I'm not into bears, so I'm all in favor of you not inking one on your body."

He ran his fingers over Duke's stomach.

Duke gave a languid stretch, not coincidentally offering up more skin for idle touches. “Hmmm, maybe something less . . . figurative. More abstract.”

Octavia looked up at his face. Asked, softly, "Something like mine?"

Well, the pieces on her upper arms and shoulder, anyway. Nothing abstract about the snake.

"Those do often come out rather gorgeous," Lucifer said, "As long as you avoid a tramp stamp."

He was taking full advantage of all the skin Duke was offering up.

(Half the fun of these recent lazy post-coital mornings was just getting to touch a bit without a goal in mind.)

"So . . . not the lower back. Gotcha." Duke nodded. He pressed another kiss to Octavia's shoulder. "If I got something like yours, where should I put it?" he asked her. "Admittedly, my arms are kind of filling up."

Octavia's hand shifted slowly as she thought it over. It ended up patting his chest. "Maybe here?" she said. "Or... Upper back."

She was absolutely thinking in terms of Grounder tattoos.

"Those are good choices," Lucifer mused. "Or you could pick a leg if you want to stick to limbs. Octavia's turned out rather attractive, I must say."

Complicated snake metaphor and all.

"Yeah, it did," Duke said, picking his head up to try and spot the snake tattoo again. "Of course, it's hard to screw up such nice canvases as ours."

Octavia obliged his attempt to see it by lifting her leg. It was something of a dorky move, but effective.

Her legs hadn't exactly been getting a lot of sun lately, so the precise lines of ink looked particularly dark on her skin.

"I like it too," she said, softer than either of them.

Lucifer let out a soft huff.

His hand stopped moving, somewhere on Duke's chest.

His mouth pressed a kiss to Duke's abdomen.

Hush. He wasn't feeling some kind of rush of deep l- fondness for both of them. He was just... really gently letting his mouth linger against Duke's skin.

Duke, already looking down towards Octavia's leg, watched Lucifer now instead, the way his face softened as he went in for the kiss. Very much the same way it had when he kissed Octavia.

He bit his lip to keep from saying something just then that would ruin the moment, and instead just watched and felt and enjoyed the small moment of peace between the three of them.

Octavia lowered her leg quietly back onto the bed. She glanced up at Duke, at Duke's face, then back down again.

Her hand left Duke's chest. And moved to where she could brush the backs of her fingers against Lucifer's temple. Idle, gentle.

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