The Deck of the Cape Rouge, Port of Fandom, Friday Morning

[okteiviakom]

Octavia hadn't set foot on the Rouge since Monday. Hadn't talked to Lucifer since that same day, or to Duke since Tuesday. She wondered if all of that should've made her feel terrible.

But the truth was that the past couple of days had been good for her. Quiet, solitary. She'd been on the preserve, on her own boat, out on the mainland for a swim. (She was getting closer to being able to call it that, too. Not just floating.) She was still very tired, all the time, but that was easier to bear when no one she met needed anything from her.

She was just another stranger.

But this morning, she finally felt like she had the energy to return. At least for a while. And so here she was, right back where she'd originally begun this week: yoga on the deck of the Rouge, a little before anyone below decks was likely to start thinking of breakfast.

Some of her forms were a little better, this time around, and she hummed softly to herself as she moved through them.

[ooc: Open, duh.]

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[okteiviakom]

Octavia's voice got a little more dry. "And yet that didn't stop me feeling that," she said, then sighed. Softened again. "Look, I just wished he hadn't left that way. That I didn't let him leave like that. Okay?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Okay," Lucifer said, softer too. "You two seemed all right this morning, at least."

[okteiviakom]

"We were," Octavia murmured. "Yoga was nice."

It'd been good to feel that in tune with him.

"Should probably do it more."

[my_own_advocate]

"Might stop him complaining about being out of shape, as well," Lucifer said.

His fingers skimmed over her cheek.

[okteiviakom]

"Has that been happening before?" Octavia asked quietly.

She supposed she should know. But even when she was here, she wasn't always quite here.

[my_own_advocate]

"No," Lucifer allowed, "But I don't think he really noticed before because he wasn't doing yoga."

[okteiviakom]

"Right," Octavia said, her head tilting just a little towards his hand. Slowly. "Well, we should probably change that."

[my_own_advocate]

"At the very least," Lucifer said, mouth curving into a slightly lascivious smile, "It'll certainly improve my mornings."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia managed to pull together enough energy for a half-hearted eye roll that just seemed like the right response to that.

"It's not all asses, Lucifer."

[my_own_advocate]

"No," Lucifer agreed, "Sometimes it's you sitting up very prettily."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia snorted.

"Really."

[my_own_advocate]

"You are a bit of a work of art, darling," Lucifer said, sliding his hands down to her hips. "Especially in motion."

[okteiviakom]

How many times had she thought that about one or both of them?

She gave her head a slow shake.

"I'm not."

[my_own_advocate]

"Wrong," Lucifer said, smiling down at her.

[okteiviakom]

She snorted again.

"On what authority?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Mine," Lucifer said. Okay, not a smile anymore, but a grin. "I have slept with an incredibly large amount of very attractive humans, I think I have some authority."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's arms finally pulled away from around him, but only so she could run her hands up his arms.

"And how many of them were works of art?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Many of them were beautiful, and very sexy," Lucifer said, and as her hands slid higher, so did one of his, a finger beneath her chin that pushed her face gently up. "Very few of them were magnificent."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia yielded to his urging, letting him tilt her chin up.

Of course, that just put them face to face for her softly being a brat. "See?" she said. "That's too few. You don't have enough experience."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer snorted.

And kissed her, nudging her up against the counter.

[okteiviakom]

If he thought that was going to be enough to make her let this dumb argument go, he was --

Absolutely right, because now Octavia was trying to loop her arm slowly around his neck while she kissed him back.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer let her. Of course he did. His hands clung tightly to her hips again, and he kissed her for a long, leisurely time.

"Technically speaking," he murmured, "I've only met one Octavia."

[okteiviakom]

"Now that seems unlikely," Octavia retorted. Mumbled. Whatever.

She hadn't kissed him since last week, and she was greedy.

[my_own_advocate]

"Oh, I've met women named Octavia," Lucifer readily agreed. "But no one quite as-- you."

He kissed her again.

He'd missed that too.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia mumbled something about logic going in a circle.

She seemed far more interested in kissing him back, though, her free hand cradling his cheek.