A Sailboat in San Diego Bay, Friday

[okteiviakom]

Far away from Fandom collectively heaving a sigh of relief, the sailboat vacation was still going well. Even if not all parts of it really counted as vacationing - meaning that Octavia had gotten up early, this morning, to account for the time difference between San Diego and New York. Wasn't going to take a break from therapy just because she was on the opposite coast, not with the way the past couple of months had gone.

And much like on Tuesday, it had been... a little easier than several of the sessions in the very recent past. Even with the video chat aspect, which she wasn't entirely comfortable with. But, clearly enough.

They'd talked about this trip. And tattoos.

And grief.

And now all of that was done, and she made her way across the boat again, and leaned in the master bedroom door, seeing if the guys were still sleeping.

[ooc: NFB, open for the boys that are here, and calls/texts.]

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[betterthanaplan]

Of course they were. Duke was sleeping better this week than he had in ages, which meant his body was happily doing its best to catch up on months of backlog.

He was in a fairly light part of his sleep cycle just now, though, and something about her presence watching them faintly registered as he rolled over.

"Hey," he muttered, still half asleep, and took a moment for a full-body stretch. "Timezit?"

[my_own_advocate]

Too early, Lucifer wanted to say, but he was mostly asleep, suddenly colder and working entirely on instinct here, so it sounded a lot more like, "Mrrly."

[okteiviakom]

"It is pretty early still," Octavia admitted, gently amused. She pushed away from the doorway, and sat down at the foot of the bed, but didn't seem to intend to come back further than that. "Past therapy, though."

[betterthanaplan]

Duke stretched out his arm, batting his hand at the air in her general direction like if he just stretched a little more he could touch her without sitting up.

"Yay, therapy."

[my_own_advocate]

"Over, therapy," Lucifer muttered, squinting open one eye to see where Duke had gone. "C'mere."

It was unclear which one of them he was talking to. Possibly both.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia just did a little finger-wiggle wave towards Duke, and made no move to help him in his hope of touching her.

"What, no one's gonna get up to join me?"

[betterthanaplan]

“Mnnng,” Duke said. Still grabbing at the air. “You join us.”

[my_own_advocate]

"It's too early for anyone to not be in bed," Lucifer agreed.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia did not budge. Just stayed exactly where she was, looking at them.

Mischief was definitely too strong a word, but there was something in her expression, the particular rasp of her voice... "What if we made it worth everyone's while to be awake?"

[betterthanaplan]

Duke perked up enough to at least lift his head. “I’m listening.”

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer sighed loudly.

"How?" he muttered.

[okteiviakom]

"Weather's nice," Octavia said. "Seems like a good day to take this lady --" She patted the mattress, because it was the best way she had of signaling she meant the boat. "-- out somewhere a little more private for the day."

[betterthanaplan]

Duke had been thinking more “sleepy morning sex”, but he tilted his head at that suggestion anyway.

“Like...skinny dipping and naked partner yoga private?”

[my_own_advocate]

"At least one of those better be a euphemism for sex," muttered Lucifer, whose thoughts had vaguely trended in the same direction as Duke's.

[okteiviakom]

They were both clearly too half-asleep to remember they were talking to someone who did not always go for the most obvious thing.

At least, not the same obvious they did.

"Like 'going somewhere nice and then doing whatever the hell we feel like doing when we get there' kind of private."

[betterthanaplan]

“Naked,” Duke clarified. “Doing whatever we want naked.”

Look, his fantasies were ultimately very simple.

“Yeah. Okay. I might consider getting out of bed for that.”

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer sighed. "Defeated by our weakness for nudity," he said, rolling over towards the other side so he could at least grab the whiskey before he contemplated getting up.

[okteiviakom]

"Glad to see you're both so enthusiastic about this," Octavia rasped.

But not, it should be noted, without a considerable amount of fondness.

[betterthanaplan]

“Oh poor Devil,” Duke teased. “At least you don’t have to wake up enough to sail the boat.”

[my_own_advocate]

"Small favors," Lucifer agreed, and took a big swig of his drink. "Suppose I could make breakfast."

[okteiviakom]

"And I can... assist in one of those," Octavia said. Look, she would have sailed them away herself while they slept if she'd known how to.

She patted Duke's leg, because it was the closest, before she moved to get up. She was not in a staying still kind of mood. "Mochof, skat. Didn't even have to offer favors for it."

[betterthanaplan]

“Skat?” Duke asked, as he rolled over and fumbled for his pants.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer let out a soft snicker as he lifted his own trousers off the floor. "Skat."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia rolled her eyes. "Just means 'boy'," she clarified. "Well, boys, in this case."

[betterthanaplan]

“Awww.” Duke found his pants and wiggled into them. “We’re her boys.”