The Cape Rouge, Port of Fandom, Monday Afternoon

[okteiviakom]

Maybe Octavia was still trying to cling to some kind of a vacation vibe. Or maybe it just genuinely felt like the kind of day for her to sit out on the deck of the Rouge with a book in hand.

Either way, there she was, after the weird water-based class. Reading, while a few of the ship's porgs waddled around. So far, they seemed to have taken the hint that the book was not something edible, and therefore shouldn't be that interesting to them.

[ooc: Open, though may be occasionally slow due to recuperating from work. ET: Goes NSFW wayyyy down in the comments.]

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[my_own_advocate]

"Most of them are small bites," Lucifer returned, "And I've already gotten started on some of them."

[okteiviakom]

"Still, that's gonna be a lot of... fiddly stuff for me to watch you do."

What, like she wasn't going to do that?

[my_own_advocate]

"But you like watching fiddly stuff," Lucifer pointed out.

[okteiviakom]

"I didn't say I didn't."

It just looked like a lot fiddly stuff. She was still making the 'it's going to take forever' point, you see.

Thought she was, anyway.

[my_own_advocate]

"It'll be worth it," Lucifer assured her.

And he liked doing it.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia shook her head. Barely.

And reached up to touch her fingertips to his chin.

"I don't doubt that."

[my_own_advocate]

"But...?" Lucifer prompted.

[okteiviakom]

"No," Octavia said, and tapped his chin. "No but."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer's mouth curved. "Okay," he said.

[okteiviakom]

"Do your fiddly thing, Lucifer," Octavia murmured, as her hand slid to cup his cheek. "I know you like it."

[my_own_advocate]

"Well, someone needs to do the cooking," Lucifer said, though he knew perfectly well Duke would be happy to feed them into eternity.

[okteiviakom]

"There's two of you," Octavia pointed out.

Because she knew perfectly well, too.

[my_own_advocate]

"Duke can't do everything."

He absolutely could, Lucifer just didn't want to let him.

[okteiviakom]

Yeah.

"Mostly because you're there, taking over."

[my_own_advocate]

"Well--"

Lucifer sighed.

"...I like fiddly things."

They were soothing for his somewhat broken attention span.

[okteiviakom]

"That is what I said earlier, yeah," Octavia teased gently.

Her hand fell away from his face again.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer caught it in his. Gave it a little squeeze, and smiled at her.

There was still something of the past week in that smile.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia studied his face. Not for any particular reason. At least, not beyond wanting to commit this particular smile to memory.

It was beautiful.

(He was beautiful.)

Slowly, she smiled back, although hers was much smaller, and lopsided.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer gave her hand another squeeze, purely because he could. (Because he liked holding it.)

"I fiddle and you read," he murmured. "Sounds like an excellent afternoon."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia nodded - then leaned in to kiss him.

Look, it was as a good start as any.

[my_own_advocate]

It was.

Lucifer kissed her softly, lingering, and with a measure of joy he hadn't expected from himself.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia responded in kind.

She didn't realize how firmly she was holding his hand. Like she didn't want him to pull it away.

[my_own_advocate]

He wasn't planning on going anywhere. (Right this moment...)

Lucifer pulled back the slightest way with a sigh on his tongue. "I," he said.

[okteiviakom]

"Mm?" Octavia hummed, a soft prompt.

She hovered close to him, not pulling any further away.

[my_own_advocate]

"I'm sorry for being a dick somehow earlier," Lucifer managed.

He ran his fingers along her cheek. "You're beautiful."