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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[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."

[okteiviakom]

"You weren't," Octavia murmured, trying to press her forehead to his. "I was just... difficult."

Confusing. Or some other word like that, take your pick.

[my_own_advocate]

He let her. Of course he did.

"If you say so," Lucifer said softly.

[okteiviakom]

"Maybe sometimes we're both dicks," Octavia muttered. "Somehow."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer let out a soft laugh. "Sometimes," he agreed. "All three of us, really."

[okteiviakom]

"Maybe that's why this works," Octavia said. It was supposed to be a joke.

It didn't entirely sound like one.