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.]

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[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.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer's eyes slid shut. He let out a soft, contented sigh.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia was watching his face. Or the sliver of it she could see, with her head resting against his shoulder, anyway.

"Beautiful," she murmured after a moment. Shamelessly stealing his line, for once.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer's mouth curved. "Thank you," he said softly. "Though perhaps I should set you down, now..."

[okteiviakom]

"Probably, yeah," Octavia murmured with her lips cirved into a faint little something of her own.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer shifted, allowing her to slide from his arms onto the mattress. "A shame, really," he murmured as he settled over her.

[okteiviakom]

"Real shame," Octavia rasped as her hands reached for him again after a very short absence, returning to his shoulder and the back of his neck.

[my_own_advocate]

"Ah well," Lucifer said, and pressed his lips to hers.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's arm looped around his neck, to keep him close - as if he needed extra encouragemeny to stay close to her.

She kissed him, gentle but welcoming.

[my_own_advocate]

She was lovely.

(She always was.)

Lucifer's hand slid under her shirt, up along her side, needing to touch her-- to feel that welcoming warmth under his fingertips.

He answered her kiss with a similar gentleness. He still wasn't sure what she'd needed here, tonight, but he was more than willing to be a part of this.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia had been in public spaces all day. What she'd needed was just -- not that. A chance to talk about her frustration somewhere more private.

And a chance to be this close to him. To steal this moment where she was kissing him. Shifting underneath him to pull him in closer.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer planted one arm against the mattress as he hiked her shirt up with the other. Her mouth was sweet against his; he indulged himself for a long stretch of time, kissing her slowly until their limbs became a tangle.

[okteiviakom]

As they should be.

There were still times when Octavia wondered whether she deserved any of this. But this was one of the ones where it seemed easy to take this regardless, when he was giving it so willingly.

The hand at the back of his neck had made it up into his hair. Those touches were gentle and slow, too. Just carding her fingers through his hair.

(Something in her chest felt tight.)

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer's lips pulled away from hers at last, to leave a slow trail of kisses along her cheek.

He kissed his way back along her jaw, lingering.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's fingers traveled to the top of his head and back down again.

Her eyes were closed. Her voice was soft, and quiet. Barely more than a sigh.

"I'm so out of my depth, sometimes."