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]

"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."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia rolled her eyes at his teasing.

And flicked her fingers against the tip of his chin.

"Well, I didn't have you for a shield."

[my_own_advocate]

"A pity," Lucifer said, "I rather like being your shopping shield."

Because he got to bring home extras for her.

[okteiviakom]

"Because you like to buy the things I don't."

She was onto you, Luce.

[my_own_advocate]

"It seems to have worked out for us thusfar," Lucifer said, grinning at her.

[okteiviakom]

Something tugged at Octavia's own lips, in response to that grin. Sometimes she couldn't help it.

And was thankful that she couldn't.

"Which did you like better," she rasped, her thumb just barely brushing over one corner of his lips, "the dress or the harness?"

[my_own_advocate]

"That's like asking me to choose between really good scotch and excellent wine," Lucifer said, and brushed some of her hair back behind her ear. "Impossible."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gave a littke huff. "Even to humor me?"

She was pretty sure it was still impossible, yes.

[my_own_advocate]

"Now that would be lying," Lucifer said, smirking.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's sigh was very fake in how heavy it was.

"Yeah, I know." Her hand cupped his cheek. Her other one joined it on the other side, to cradle his face. "My Lucifer doesn't lie."

[my_own_advocate]

"Point of pride," Lucifer affirmed, his smirk slipping into something a bit more-- smiley. "They are two different flavors of lovely on you."

[okteiviakom]

That was what Octavia liked to see, as much as she adored his smirking.

"And if I wore them both at the same time?"

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer laughed softly. "Peeling away the goddess to reveal the sexy queen?" he teased. "Now that would be interesting."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia snorted. "Only you would think that."

That was not true.

But she reached up to give him a little kiss, all the same.

[my_own_advocate]

"I think I know at least one person who'd agree with me," Lucifer returned, and then she was kissing him, and that was good.

[okteiviakom]

The more... elaborate harness may have been a little more complicated there.

But instead of getting into that, yes, Octavia was kissing him again. Still cradling his face between her hands, keeping the kiss slow and warm.

[my_own_advocate]

It wasn't really about that, anyway.

Lucifer's fingers were in her hair, against her back as he drew her up and in against him.

Perfect.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia went with it eagerly, tangling limbs further with limbs.

Sometimes you just had to.

[my_own_advocate]

It was certainly welcome. Lucifer kissed her again, running hotter now.

But not by that much.

Something about her mood tonight had him craving this contact more than the sex, which was confusing.

[okteiviakom]

Well, he was definitely getting a lot of it, right now. And Octavia wished for fewer clothes, sure, but that was more about her fondness for skin on skin than anything else.

Probably.

She was responding in kind, either way.

[my_own_advocate]

His hands slipped under her shirt again, because all other feelings aside, Lucifer was as fond of skin on skin as she was.

"Let me get you out of this," he murmured.

[okteiviakom]

"Okay," Octavia breathed, finally pulling her hands away from his face and his neck to help with that.

She didn't really need a shirt.

[my_own_advocate]

Did she ever truly need her shirt?

Lucifer pulled it over her head and cast it aside, sitting back for a moment just to look at her.

[okteiviakom]

And Octavia let him. Didn't raise her eyebrows, didn't make any sort of raspy quip.

Just sank back against the mattress, and watched him looking at her in her no-nonsense bra, with all her black ink and faded scars.