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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[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."

[my_own_advocate]

"I think you're hardly the only one who feels that way," Lucifer murmured.

[okteiviakom]

"I didn't think so," Octavia muttered, cracking one eye open for a glance at him. "Up to a point, anyway."

[my_own_advocate]

"Hm?"

Lucifer's fingers had found her hair again, as they always did.

[okteiviakom]

And Octavia gave it a little sigh.

"Everyone's got their own thing." The specifics were different, was what she was saying.

[my_own_advocate]

"I suppose so," Lucifer said. He propped his head up on one hand. "What's yours?"

[okteiviakom]

That was just an invitation for Octavia's fingertips to travel down his temple to his cheek. "That I don't come from somewhere with a lot of birthday gifts," she said, watching her hand move. "Or a lot of... anything."

[my_own_advocate]

"And you want to be better at it?"

[okteiviakom]

This position wasn't very conducive to a shrug, so Octavia's little shoulder shift wasn't much of one.

There was stubble underneath her fingertips, and she was focusing on that.

"Always struggling to belong."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer made a soft, amused noise.

"I brought Duke apology flowers the other day," he said. "You'd have thought I brought him a whole dinosaur by the look on his face."

[okteiviakom]

"Oh," Octavia muttered, "that's what those were."

Of course she'd seen them.

[my_own_advocate]

"It's not actually strange to bring someone flowers when you say sorry," Lucifer said, "But he still acted like that."

He gave a one-shouldered shrug. "Belonging is relative."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia stroked her fingertips down his jaw, and looked past him at the ceiling. "Belonging is also internal."

[my_own_advocate]

"And you don't feel like you do unless you find Duke a proper birthday present?"

Her fingers were nice.

[okteiviakom]

"It's not that simple," Octavia replied, soft and quiet.

Her fingers brushed back and forth against his chin.

[my_own_advocate]

"Then what is it?"

Lucifer's own fingers slid down her arm.

[okteiviakom]

"I'm just thinking out loud." Finally, her gaze flicked back to his face. "It's been a long day."

[my_own_advocate]

"Mm, all that shopping," Lucifer teased softly. "So terrible."