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]

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.

[my_own_advocate]

"I like the dress and the harness," Lucifer said, after a moment. "But this is a sight I won't get tired of."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia pushed some hair behind her ear, but all it really did was add that strand to the rest that were fanned out around her head against the mattress.

"Why am I not surprised?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Because you're aware of how attractive you are?" Lucifer teased, unbuttoning his shirt.

[okteiviakom]

"Because I'm aware of what you like," Octavia retorted. Watching his hands. "And what you're like."

[my_own_advocate]

"That almost makes it sound like a bad thing," Lucifer said, stripping out of his shirt.

[okteiviakom]

"It's not."

If she sounded distracted, well, she was looking at his chest. Or his shoulders.

(Or his freckles.)

[my_own_advocate]

"Glad we have that sorted out," Lucifer said.

He had planned to go for her bra next, but... well, now he had to sit back and let her look.

[okteiviakom]

Eventually, after a long moment of looking, Octavia's eyes flicked back up to his face. "Every part of you is ridiculous."

She thought the same about Duke, so... Guess she had a type.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer snorted.

"You're terrible at compliments," he said.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's expression immediately went more wry, but not without a trace of fondness mixed in there.

"Was I supposed to be giving one?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Generally people frown if you call them 'ridiculous' while they're half-naked in bed with you," Lucifer said, reaching for her waist.

[okteiviakom]

Snort. "And are you offended?" she drawled.

[my_own_advocate]

"I think you're a very strange woman," Lucifer said, pulling her into him.

[okteiviakom]

"I don't think that's news," Octavia said.

As she let him.

[my_own_advocate]

"But sometimes it bears repeating," Lucifer said, neatly unhooking her bra.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia shrugged her way out of it.

"Think otherwise I might forget?"

[my_own_advocate]

"You called me ridiculous," Lucifer pointed out. "An eye for an eye and all that."

[okteiviakom]

"Yeah, except I'm not offended by being called strange."

She ran her hand down to his waist. He didn't need pants.

[my_own_advocate]

"Should I just try calling you ridiculous back, then?" Lucifer asked, making no move to stop her.

[okteiviakom]

And so Octavia was undoing them.

"Do you think that'll make a difference?"