Lucifer's Mansion, Very Late Friday Night

[okteiviakom]

Octavia hadn't said much on the walk over from the club. Hadn't felt like it, for whatever reason. And there was worth to be found in silence on a late-night walk through town, anyway.

But they were here now. Just inside the door, and Octavia sighed and brushed her hair back from her face, and and seemed to try and inhale some sociability into herself.

"Do you have fruit?"

The odds didn't seem great. It wasn't like he was actually here a whole lot, these days.

[ooc: For that guy whose new canon has taken up most of my day.]

Comments

[okteiviakom]

When had Octavia closed her eyes? Probably somewhere around the last couple of steps of the first flight of stairs.

There was just something soothing about the movement.

"Mm," she hummed. "Guess I do."

[my_own_advocate]

"Glad you admit it," Lucifer teased gently.

One more step, and they were on the top floor landing.

"There we are," he said, and swept through the doorway with her.

[okteiviakom]

"That was fast," Octavia murmured.

It hadn't been.

[my_own_advocate]

"I can walk slower next time," Lucifer promised.

Took his time walking to the bed.

[okteiviakom]

"You better," Octavia rasped. Then, softer: "I'd like that."

No, she didn't seem to know which of her facets to show tonight.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer hummed softly.

He didn't set her down on the bed.

He sat down on it himself, his arms still full of her.

[okteiviakom]

Oh.

Octavia's face turned a little more towards his neck.

[my_own_advocate]

"You didn't tell me to put you down," Lucifer murmured softly, holding her a little tighter.

[okteiviakom]

"You're being ridiculous," Octavia murmured.

Funny how her tone didn't actually manage to make it sound like much of an accusation. Or one at all, really.

[my_own_advocate]

"Did you want me to put you down?"

[okteiviakom]

"... No."

Shut up.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer laughed softly and looked at her. "Didn't think so," he said.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia put in the effort of rolling her eyes (no matter how half-assed it ended up being), and retorted, "Did you want to put me down?"

[my_own_advocate]

"No," Lucifer said. "I'm rather beginning to like this."

[okteiviakom]

"Weirdo."

Said the woman watching him with that fond softness in her eyes.

[my_own_advocate]

"What's so strange about enjoying having a beautiful woman in my arms?" Lucifer countered.

[okteiviakom]

"Everything."

Translation: she didn't have a good argument for that.

[my_own_advocate]

"Says the expert, of course."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's huff was as soft as everything else.

"You don't think I've had a beautiful woman in my arms before?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Oh, I'm sure you have," Lucifer said, amused. "Just not as often."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's head fell against his shoulder again. "Does that matter?"

[my_own_advocate]

"It is when we're talking about--"

Lucifer paused.

"Actually, none of that matters."

[okteiviakom]

"None of it?" Octavia replied, lightly. Or as light as she got, anyway.

One of her hands was slowly stroking the back of his neck. Had practically started up on its own.

[my_own_advocate]

"No," Lucifer said, leaning into that touch. "You're here, that's what matters."

[okteiviakom]

"Okay," Octavia said, feeling no inclination to poke at it any further than that. Not when she could put more of her attention towards the small movements of her fingers, instead.

No shapes, just a slow, soothing back-and-forth. A small connection.