Lucifer's Mansion, Wednesday Morning

[okteiviakom]

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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[my_own_advocate]

"Well, there'd be little point to me getting you food you hate, would there?" Lucifer asked.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke returned with three tall glasses and handed them around before sitting crosslegged on the bed again. "Well, let's see. Dish it out!"

[okteiviakom]

Octavia did exactly that, prepping each of them a plate and handing theirs to them before taking her seat on the bed.

And then she set her plate down next to her, because she needed both hands for holding the glass and popping one of the pills out of the strip.

(It didn't quite yet look like a ritual, but it would.)

[my_own_advocate]

The French toast certainly looked acceptable, even if Lucifer did find himself topping it with a bit more fruit just to satisfy the Insta-itch in the back of his mind.

He glanced up at Octavia. "Ah, I see your medication has arrived."