okteiviakom | Lucifer's Mansion, Saturday Night

"I wouldn't want to inflict a sub-par meal on you," Lucifer said, running his fingers along her arm.

It felt weird, with the unfamiliar fabric in between.

But still nice.

"Yeah, I've kind of figured you have that in common with Duke."

"Hence why I take Duke out to nice restaurants," Lucifer said. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to her cheek. "And you to my house with fresh produce."

Octavia smiled a little, under that kiss.

"Mm," she hummed. "I definitely enjoy my end of the deal."

"And that makes my end worth it," Lucifer said, running his fingers up through her hair. "I'm glad you're having a good time."

Octavia's eyes closed. Shut up, the hair was a weak spot - that was something she shared with Duke.

"Seems like I've been having a pretty good time in general, lately."

Since they'd come back.

"Yes," Lucifer said softly. "I'm glad to see it. For... all of us."

"Yeah," Octavia sighed. "Things have settled, haven't they?"

Enough that they could feel it.

"It's almost strange," Lucifer said. "Ah, good, of course--" He held up a hand to demonstrate that, "But... strange."

"Yeah."

She got it.

"Been a long time coming."

"I think we've earned it," Lucifer said softly.

He leaned in to kiss her properly.

Octavia's head tilted further to allow him to do that.

Like he'd earned it, too.

He lingered in the kiss for a long moment, his fingers moving through her hair.

"You're so beautiful," Lucifer murmured. "I appreciate the blouse."

"Good," Octavia murmured back, her free hand finding its way to splay against his chest. "I wasn't sure it was right."

Her approach to fashion outside of her comfort zone was... fumbly, at best.

Lucifer let out a soft huff. "It feels very... miss Octavia tries fashion," he teased gently. "Which is why I like it." He smoothed the fabric over her shoulder. "It's still you."

"Dark and no-fuss?" Octavia drawled, with a crooked little smirk.

(It pleased her, to hear that.)

"But still nice."

That smirk was irresistible. He kissed it.

But Octavia wasn't going to let that keep her from murmuring, "If I'd known that, I wouldn't have made such an effort making what's underneath interesting..."

Because it was important.

Lucifer laughed softly, voice low, "Are you asking me to unwrap you?"

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"I'm giving you reasons to do so."

Because she was crafty like that.

Lucifer smiled. This time, when he went in for the kiss, his hands slid up under her blouse.

It was convenient like that, soft and loose on her. And underneath it, his hand met another layer of fabric a little lower than usual.

The laciness of it all was likely to be very obvious to the touch.

Octavia gave a tiny hum into the kiss, and teased at his lower lip with the tip of her tongue.

"I see you're just full of surprises," Lucifer breathed, and then parted his lips in a blatant invite.

His hands ran up higher, until they cupped her.

Some quip about just trying to make this good was completely lost to Octavia readily accepting that invite to deepen the kiss.

And to press further into his touch, too. What was even the point, really, if all those embroidered flowers didn't press into his palm?

None at all. He appreciated her dedication to texture. The feel of it, moving under his palm. Lucifer let her in, following her lead, making a soft noise in the back of his throat as the kiss grew deeper.

Octavia really should have set the wine glass aside before getting this far into things.

Maybe in a moment? Because right now, she seemed intent on just thanking him properly for dinner. Via re-familiarizing herself with his mouth.

With growing enthusiasm.

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Lucifer's fingers explored the lace with gentle curiosity. He loved the little peek of warm skin when he brushed over it, the press of it...

She probably should finish her wine. It'd be a shame not to.

But it was very hard to stop kissing her right now. Very, very hard. Nigh impossible.

Very hard, yes, especially when almost all Octavia managed to think about was the realization of a new worth in buying lingerie: his touch was always exciting to her, but a different arrengement of fabric between his hand and her skin also made for a subtly different sensation.

It also made her want to reach up and slide her fingers into his hair.

Which was when she remembered about the glass, as that hand began to move, only to then abruptly stop. Luckily, there wasn't enough wine left for her to actually spill anything, but it still startled her out of the kiss.

"Oh."

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Lucifer managed another laugh. "Better drink that and put it aside, darling."

Octavia made a faintly frustrated noise, but pulled back enough to actually take a sip.

There was still another sip's worth left.

"And let me help you out of this," Lucifer teased, pushing her shirt up.

Might as well, as long as they were distracted.

"Go ahead."

Octavia was even going to be helpful by raising her free arm some.

Lucifer stripped the blouse off of her with care, making sure to set it aside gently. "Last sip," he prompted.

And they should probably move this upstairs, he realized.

Octavia was thinking the same thing. She drank that last sip in a particularly deliberate fashion, then said, "All done."

And then got up from the couch.

(The bra, for the record, went great with her jeans.)

It did. He had to sit there and watch her move, admiring, just for a moment.

"Excellent," Lucifer said. He slid up to his feet, his hand settling over the small of her back.

"We're going upstairs now."

It wasn't an order, but it wasn't a question, either.

Just acknowledgement that they were probably thinking the same thing.

"We absolutely are," Lucifer said, already steering her there. "I put our purchases in the night stand."

"Smart move," Octavia told him, letting him guide her because the touching was nice. "We're well on our way to stocking every place we hang out at."

Lucifer grinned. "Now just Samsara," he said, dropping his hand once they got to the stairs. "Oh, I promised Duke pictures..."

Octavia cast him an amused glance, like of course he had.

"Then I guess you'll have to take pictures."

"I plan to," Lucifer promised. He gestured. "After you."

He wanted a view.

And a view he would have.

Was that a tiny bit of an extra sway in Octavia's hips as she moved up the stairs? Maybe, but you couldn't prove anything.

(It was probably the wine.)

"Lovely," Lucifer sighed, and then hurried up the stairs after her.

"Good, you're getting started early with the praise," Octavia rasped without another glance back. Not that getting distracted on the stairs couldn't be fun, but they had things to get to.

Which she was absolutely referring to, there, yeah.

"You earned it," Lucifer said, moving after her quickly.

He would very much like to get to the bedroom.

Lucky him, they were almost there.

"And I plan to keep doing that."

"Promises, promises," Lucifer said, snaking his arm around her the moment they got to the landing.

Octavia leaned happily into it, even as she drew him into the bedroom with her.

"Oh, you know I can keep them."

"I'm merely trying to encourage you," Lucifer teased.

And pressed her up against the wall for a kiss.

Oh, hello.

Octavia's hands were free, this time. All the better to curve one along the back of his neck, the other one immediately pushing into his hair.

Mmm. Her lips were still incredible. He bit at them, taking his time to worry her bottom lip between his teeth, and slid his hands up her sides.

Octavia made a low, deeply appreciative noise at the sensation of his teeth. Her nails scratched lightly at the back of his neck in return.

Lucifer sighed softly, sliding his lips from her mouth to leave kisses along her jaw.

He spun her around slowly as he did, bustling her towards the bed.

"Should've picked me up," Octavia murmured.

It was more of an invitation than anything else. He knew she could be particular about being carried.

Lucifer laughed softly. "If you insist," he said, his hands sliding down to her hips.

He hoisted her up.

Was Octavia with strong, tall men because on rare occasions she liked them picking her up, or had she discovered that she liked that because she was with them? The world might never know.

Her feet left the floor. Her lips found his neck.

These were the things that mattered.

They did. And they were very important.

Important enough that Lucifer took his time walking her to the bed. "I do love holding you," he murmured.

Was Octavia's general clinging with all four limbs enough of an answer as to how she felt about that?

She wasn't saying. Just kissing his neck.

Lucifer turned slowly, so he could sit down on the bed without letting her go. "My Octavia," he said softly.

Okay, so the kissing turned into nuzzling as she settled onto his lap. Sue her.

"My Lucifer."

Lucifer's arms slid up around her body. His fingers briefly slid over the clasps of her bra, but they kept moving.

He found the buttons of her jeans and opened those, instead.

Octavia's hands made their way down slowly.

But eventually found the buttons on his shirt, while she left his neck alone to kiss him again.

Lucifer sighed softly into that kiss, his fingers slipping into her opened jeans and her underwear.

The briefs matched the bra, although all that he would be able to tell right now was that they felt different - and skimpier - than what Octavia usually wore.

She took extra care with his buttons. ESpecially now that half her attention was moving with his hand.

Lucifer sucked lazily on her bottom lip as he let his fingers slide as far as they could go. He drew circles against the lace. "I almost want you to keep this on," he murmured.

"Maybe if you ask nicely," Octavia rasped, quietly.

"Might make other things harder," Lucifer said softly.

He let himself fall backwards, taking her with him.

Well, there went Octavia's effort to get the shirt off him.

And her desire to counter-argue. Clearly she should kiss him again, after brushing her hair off to one side where it wouldn't hang in the way and get in his face.

Very kind of her. Though the fact she'd abandoned his shirt meant Lucifer found himself undoing the last buttons on his own, now, while she kissed him.

He hummed against her mouth, and bit into the kiss.

Octavia made a little noise, trying to press further into that.

And still finding a breathless moment to rasp, "Now who's being a brat?"

"How am I being a brat?" Lucifer laughed.

"You're being bitey."

Yeah, that really didn't qualify him, actually. And she knew it.

"You like me bitey," Lucifer teased, nipping at her jaw.

"I do," Octavia sighed.

Claiming otherwise might cause him to stop. She wasn't risking that, so instead she was just tilting her head to expose more of her jaw and her throat.

Good choice. Lucifer dropped a string of kisses and bites along her jaw, down her throat, lingering over the space right below her chin.

He slid his hands down the back of her jeans.

Octavia managed to rock back into that a little bit, though the movement was careful when she didn't want to jostle any of his biting.

You know, he just deserved to feel some movement.

He was grateful.

Lucifer found a spot that he liked just... there. Something nice and vulnerable.

He bit down; it was more than a nip, this time.

Octavia's gasp was sharp. About as sharp as the realization that it had been a while since either him or Duke had done that. She hadn't missed it until just now.

The sensation seemed to shoot straight down her body.

"Octavia?" he breathed against the mark.

The breath made her shiver, and there was a 'what?' on the tip of her tongue, until it caught up with her that she figured she knew why he was asking.

Checking in.

"I love it," she murmured. She could still feel it now, but that was good.

Lucifer smiled. "Good," he said, nuzzling the mark.

Closing his teeth around another spot of skin, just below it.

Octavia's little hiss was about half anticipation.

"Good," she sighed, like an echo, her eyes slipping closed.

Lucifer's mouth closed around the skin, and he sucked roughly. His hand slid up and worked its way into her hair, holding her close.

Octavia drew in a noisy, unsteady breath that stayed just on this side of being a whimper. Her hand bunched up the bedding by his shoulder.

It was unfair how that seemed to set her skin alight.

"You really like me bitey," Lucifer observed. "Mm."

He pressed a kiss into the side of her neck. And another.

The third, a bite.

"It's been a while," Octavia muttered. Like that somehow explained it. Or excused it?

She sounded distracted, either way.

"I can think of a few more places I could give you that attention," Lucifer murmured.

His arm slid tighter around her waist.

He flipped her.

And so she found herself on her back. Just narrowly avoided trying to drag them into a bedding cocoon in the process, too.

"Bet you can," she breathed, her face haloed by hair.

She was gorgeous. (He'd think that another hundred times tonight, he was sure of it.) Lucifer just looked at her for a moment, his face soft.

How had he gotten so lucky?

Octavia looked up at him. Didn't even realize she was smiling in response to his soft look.

"What are you daydreaming about?" she teased, quietly.

"You," Lucifer said, smiling back. "How incredible you are."

Octavia reached up for his face, just to cradle it between her hands.

"Takes one to know one?"

Lucifer chuckled. "Interesting way of looking at it," he teased. He lingered for a moment.

Then he brushed a gentle kiss against her mouth, and tugged her jeans down.

"It's not my fault I think you're incredible," Octavia mumbled. While pushing her hips up for a second there, just to be of help.

The briefs were a whole lot on the sheer side for something she'd wear.

Lucifer left the jeans on the floor. After a moment of indecision, he... reached past her for his phone, and held it up as he opened the camera app.

"This one is for me," he said. "Not for Duke."

Octavia gave a soft snort and a tiny smirk.

"Mm, already hogging the pictures to yourself?" she teased.

"You picked these out for me," Lucifer said softly. He wasn't an idiot. "I just want to preserve the gift."

He held the phone up until he could get almost all of her in the shot.

He took the photo.

Octavia's expression softened just in time for him to capture that, too.

Because, yeah. She had picked those out for him. And was touched that she'd gotten it right enough that he'd want to remember that.

He knew her. That this didn't come naturally. That she'd thought about what he might like and gone out of her way to get it.

And the underwear looked gorgeous on her. There was that, too.

"Beautiful," Lucifer said, putting his phone aside.

He pressed a kiss against the lace right between her breasts.

Octavia's fingers found themselves carding through his hair. Soft and gentle.

Appreciative.

Lucifer moved down, leaving another kiss right below the first. He trailed down the lace until there was none left for him to kiss, and his fingers slid over the mound of her breast.

She should keep this on, he decided.

The bra hugged her in the right ways. It didn't have the structure of a corset or any of the other things that had kept her back straight over the years, but it had something of the feel of being wrapped up and supported.

So Octavia wasn't going to mind keeping it on.

The hand in his hair stayed where it was. Her other one brushed lightly over the top of his hand on her.

Lucifer smiled at her touch.

He found the vulnerable skin of her belly, and there...

There he bit down again.

Octavia hissed, her fingers tightening just a little in his hair.

It felt different there than it had at her throat.

It was supposed to. Lucifer dragged his tongue over the mark, all the way down. He picked a spot above her belly button, this time, and bit again. Harder.

The muscles in her abdomen jumped. Which just seemed to make the sensation more intense.

(Maybe there was nothing that would make it less so. Octavia didn't want there to be, anyway.)

The hand that had been over his on her breast slid away, grabbed at bedding again, instead.

Lucifer smiled. His mouth passed over her belly button. He kissed the skin right below.

"I love you so much," he whispered.

He bit down again.

Octavia did not whimper in response, how dare you.

Or she did, but, shhh. Love and pain-but-not were a powerful combination.

Lucifer pressed a kiss to the bruise forming under his mouth. He trailed more kisses downward, his fingers digging under the lace, tugging it down.

Octavia shifted a little, almost squirmed, all to help that tugging.

And she looked down, to catch sight of the patch of reddening skin on her belly.

Lucifer pulled the panties down around her knees. He pressed his face between her thighs, kissing one, nipping at the skin.

His fingers ran up and down her hips.

This was another one of those moments where Octavia somehow felt more naked than she would have had she actually been entirely nude. Her breath caught a little.

Her hand had slipped from his hair as he'd moved further down. Now it fiddled at the lace on the bottom part of the bra.

Lucifer nudged her legs a little further apart. He shifted down, pressing a kiss to the inside of her knee, right above the panties.

He worked his way back up with lazy, lingering kisses.

Octavia had about half an urge to say something, to tease. But it didn't feel right. Felt like - for now - that she should just revere this moment.

Her fingers brushed over the bruise on her stomach.

"I'm going to get my mouth on you," Lucifer breathed.

Another kiss.

"I'll make you squirm," he said.

And another.

"And then you're going to bend me over and screw me until I forget any name but yours."

He was close to his target. He bit down hard on her inner thigh.

And he had the gall to tell her she was incredible.

"Deal."

That was what what she got for trying to answer with her mouth gone a little dry, right as his teeth found her flesh again. Started out low, ended up a little high-pitched and breathless.

Beautiful. Lucifer's cock leaped against his belly.

He let out a soft huff, and shifted those last few inches.

He drew his tongue over her core.

Octavia made a noise that was louder right off the bat than it often would have been. Maybe it was the wine again?

Or maybe it was just how affecting she'd found all those bites so far. As he was finding out now, tasting her, warm and wet and so welcoming under his tongue.

Her hand returned to its rightful place in his hair while she shifted just a little bit again, just trying to part her legs as much as the panties around her knees allowed.

He loved the taste of her; he always did. And yet finding her quite like that was a gift. He couldn't help himself, pressing his tongue into her, wanting more.

Well it just so happened Octavia was wanting more, too. "Thank you," she sighed, without even thinking. Her eyes slipped closed again, and her head tipped back.

And her fingers clenched further in his hair.

Lucifer tugged her panties all the way down. It took him effort to be careful about it, but he didn't want to ruin them. Then he gripped her hips and pulled her in closer, fucking into her with his tongue. Pressing his face as close as he could go.

And that was the kind of enthusiasm that got both her hands in his hair, in case he'd otherwise have foolish ideas about where exactly he was wanted and needed right now.

She wasn't shy about trying to meet every push of his tongue with her hips.

Oh, he wouldn't be so foolish as to think otherwise. Promise. Nor did he want to be. He'd painted her a picture of how things should go, and he fully intended to stick with it.

Even if this was less about finesse and teasing now than he'd expected.

He let her rock against his mouth, giving up on fanciful ideas of exploration, and merely tried to make sure his face pressed up against her most sensitive nerves while he did his work, his fingers drawing patterns on her moving hips.

There was a time to be a tease, and clearly this had turned out not to be it. And Octavia was grateful he was following the flow of that.

He'd promised her squirming and well, there it was already, making sure he didn't waste a single second of time with his mouth between her legs.

Her breathing was already getting all kinds of noisy. Some of those were his name, some were just little grunts, little fragments of moans when his tongue pressed into her just right, when his nose pressed against her.

And Lucifer knew he had to stop eventually, or risk this being over too soon. Just... just in a minute. His hand slid up her thigh; he allowed himself this moment. To be in it. To feel her squirm.

His fingers pressed against the bruise.

Even Octavia's gasp was loud as the pressure seemed to send a shock up her thigh, and right up to where --

And then she was using the hands in his hair for wrenching him away from where she most desperately wanted him to stay.

Lucifer managed a soft laugh, and a slightly wet noise along with it. "Mm, enough?"

"No," Octavia replied, because obviously not. She inhaled deeply, and seemed to feel that in her entire body. "But there was a pretty obvious lack of an orgasm for me right now, in the plan you laid out."

Lucifer stretched up to kiss her. "True," he said. He reached past, for the nightstand, and pulled out the toy they'd picked out together, along with a bottle of lube.

"Step three it is, then."

While Octavia tried to distract him by licking at some of the wet streaks she'd left on his face.

"And what was step three, again?"

She knew it so well she may even have had some of her own words to describe it with. But she wanted to hear him, first.

Perhaps the words would distract her from the feeling of the toy, pressing between her legs. "You bend me over," he said, voice low, "and you fuck me so hard I can't think of anyone else."

They did not, actually.

Which meant Octavia's own plans for words went right out the window in favor of a quiet 'mmmh' as her focus shifted.

Though not too much. She'd still heard him.

Lucifer kissed her cheek. "Looking forward to that?" he murmured, sliding the length in one inch at a time.

It was shaped a little differently than the other end, so she could keep her... grip on it, and move as she liked.

Yeah. Yeah, Octavia was keenly aware of that right now. It was a new sensation, one to adjust to a little bit. She'd used toys on herself, before, but the shape was a little new.

She found her words again, though.

"To screwing you to my heart's content?" she breathed. Not that her heart was currently much of a priority to her, right now. "Using your pretty ass to help me get the release I deserve? Yes."

"Oh my," Lucifer whispered. "Yes, ma'am."

His hand fell away from the toy. He took the lube, instead.

And good, because Octavia's attention went elsewhere. Specifically, between her legs. Because when she clenched her muscles, the outer part gave a little twitch.

Didn't have that kind of a connection with a harness involved.

That had been the point, hadn't it? "Getting the hang of it, I see," Lucifer said, as he squeezed a glob of lube into his hand.

He wrapped it around the outer part.

Obviously, but talking and thinking about it were a different thing from actually experience it first-hand.

... So to speak.

And if she'd needed further proof it went both ways, well, she didn't need to look further than his hand on the toy. "Seems like, yeah," she sighed.

"Do you want to do me, or shall I take care of it?" Lucifer asked.

He held up the lube with one hand while his other one engaged in a few more, largely unnecessary, strokes.

They weren't unnecessary in the slightest. Octavia's eyes watched his hand raptly.

At least until her eyes flicked up to his face. There was something sharper about her gaze as she pushed herself up on her elbows some.

"I want you to do it," she rasped. "Get yourself ready for me."

Lucifer's shirt had already wound up discarded on the nightstand. He gave her a curt nod, and slipped out of his trousers, tossing them to the floor.

His hand slid from her length, and he squeezed a bit more of the lube into it. He laid down on his side, and reached behind himself.

Octavia pushed herself a little further upright.

Watched him.

"Good Devil."

Lucifer let out a soft huff of amusement. He didn't want to make this too much of a show, he wasn't... interested in that element of it right now.

So he worked two fingers into himself quickly, and let out a gentle sigh.

Octavia wasn't looking for a show, anyway. She just liked watching him, and sometimes even preferred it when it was simple, unshowy.

Like now.

She sat up the rest of the way (and only got slightly distracted by the way the toy moved with her). Reached out and ran her hand along his chest.

Lucifer kept one eye on that thing between her legs as he opened himself up. Decided to go with a third finger, just to be sure, drawing a gasp out of himself.

"There," he said. His voice was slightly shaky.

Beautiful.

"Done?" Octavia asked, something much too light about her voice - for just the length of that word. Her hand traveled further down, but not down enough before it pulled away. "Well. On your hands and knees, then."

There was a slight strain to her voice, too.

Lucifer's eyes flicked up to her face.

Something had just shifted in the air, and he swallowed, his cock twitching visibly against his stomach.

"As you wish," he said, and propped himself up. Palms planted on the mattress, his knees against the blankets.

His back to her.

... He was really into this.

It wasn't a surprise, but it still made Octavia feel things in her chest that she didn't really have the time or the need to dissect right now. Not when she could be rising to her knees, and shifting closer to him, admiring his everything.

She ran her hand over the curve of his ass, and casually nudged his knees just a little further apart to bring his hips a little lower to a more convenient height for her, while she reached for the lube and added some more onto her length. You could never have too much, and anyway, the few strokes to spread it along the shaft were their own reward.

Especially when she could do it where her knuckles brushed against his ass.

He was into anything that made her this intense, this into it, and... well, in control. She could ask him to do just about anything in that voice and he'd do it.

Dangerous power to have over the Devil, Tavi.

Lucifer didn't realize he was holding his breath until he let it flow out of him again. He could feel every brush of her hand against him.

But he said nothing, and made no moves she didn't push him to make.

Octavia didn't keep him waiting in his quiet obedience too long. Once the toy was slick, and with her hand still around the shaft, she guided the head to his entrance.

And pressed. Careful (which was unlikely to last), but not hesitant.

Oh.

Lucifer let out a low breath and relaxed, letting her in.

"Yes," he sighed.

Octavia rubbed at his lower back with her free hand, but her eyes were on the toy slowly but surely sinking into him.

"Good," she breathed - and there was that strained note again.

"Mh-hm," Lucifer hummed. His eyes slid shut as the toy pressed against some... very good nerves. "Oh."

The hand at his back slid to his hip. The other one joined it on the opposite side, as her hips did their best to press flush against his ass. As she got used to the new sensations.

"Just the start," she murmured.

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"Well," Lucifer said, as he shifted and rolled his shoulders and stretched a bit while he got used to the weight in his arse. "Good start."

"Gonna be good everything," Octavia rasped, quietly. Watching him, the freckled plane of his back.

So much power he was willing to relinquish for a little while. For her.

Her hips ached to move, but she was giving him a little moment longer to adjust. "For me, at least."

"Just planning to take what you want?" Lucifer murmured.

He fumbled for his phone. He wanted to keep his promise to Duke, and this... well.

That was picture number one.

"What I deserve," Octavia rasped. She let him get the photo. Then she pulled back, about half of the way.

The forward thrust was not as slow as it had been the first time, no.

It was harsh enough to make him drop the phone. Lucifer managed a loud gasp, enjoying the wave of sweet stimulation that followed. "What you deserve," he agreed.

Octavia's own gasp was lost in his. This time.

And since that had been such a success, she repeated the motion, grasping tightly on his hips as she did. Like an extra reminder of who was in charge here.

Or maybe just an anchor.

He'd take it as the former, because it was hot.

Mind you, the second time wasn't as intense, purely because he was growing used to it. "Yes," Lucifer sighed, a soft encouragement. Wanting to move into it, to encourage her to be bolder, but... no.

The slow start was for her own benefit too, anyway, as she got used to how this differed from her previous practice with the harnesses.

But Octavia was already starting to feel like she had the hang of this. And she was taking his subtle encouragement as exactly that, so... He wanted bolder?

The next thrust was harsher.

So was the one that followed in pretty quick succession, drawing a ragged moan from her in the process because yes, she could actually feel it like this, not just the part that was designed to rub against her clit but that perfect spot inside, too...

Better.

Lucifer slid forward until he found himself on his forearms. He moaned softly as the toy dragged against all the right nerves.

And yet, his attention kept getting dragged back to the feeling of his fingers on his hips. "Getting... a feel for it?"

They seemed intent on staying there, her fingers. Digging in about as hard as they could. Especially now that she used that hold for snapping her hips forward to meet him.

"Doesn't it feel like it?"

The words were half-grunt. Now that she'd started getting into it, she was really starting to find her rhythm.

"Yes," Lucifer groaned, feeling himself rock forward through no force of his own. "It's-- good."

"Good."

She wanted it to be, for all that she feigned just being in this for herself.

But all gentleness had definitely left this situation a moment ago. Octavia seemed more than willing to actually work herself up into a sweat, rocking him forward again.

And again.

It wasn't all that much different from when she wore her harness. Her attitude seemed just slightly so, though. Something about the confidence of each thrust, and...

He'd figure it out sometime when she wasn't fucking him. When every stroke didn't send pleasure burning through his belly, and he could feel the skin of her hips brush against his. "Fuck me, yes," he managed, "Take what you want..."

Octavia really wished she could have had a picture of this, for Duke or just for herself: the way he was bent over in front of her, the strain in his shoulders. But that would've meant taking at least one hand completely off him and fumbling for her phone, and that just... wasn't happening.

She didn't even hear the noises she made, her breath littered with grunts and moans. All that seemed to register were whatever noises he made, or their bodies together.

All of this was intoxicating.

"You're mine."

"I am," Lucifer babbled. "I am..."

He remembered faintly about the phone, scrambling to grab it again. The motion unbalanced him, and he sagged forward further, his face pressed against the mattress.

"Octavia," he sighed, and reached down, finally, to take himself in hand.

Maybe they needed a timelapse set-up or something. Because Octavia wasn't really managing to think about taking pictures, either. Not when it would have involved letting go of him while he was so perfectly bent over for her.

"Oh, good Devil," she panted. "That's right, just let me -- take you."

And taking him she was. The grip on his hips was actually starting to try and rock him just slightly backwards into every thrust, too.

The thought of taking pictures was still somewhere in Lucifer's mind, but it was hard to focus. So hard.

He worked himself feverishly for a few of those thrusts, deeply enjoying the feeling of Octavia pulling him onto her dick.

Then he remembered.

He pulled his hand away, groaning loudly in both frustration and the sheer-- fuck, that thrust went right up to his balls. He fumbled for the phone, holding it up haphazardly, hoping it was pointed in the right direction - at Octavia - when he pressed the button.

It was good enough, or at least Octavia thought so. She would have said if she hadn't.

But the sight of his fumbling sparked something.

So she pulled him into another rough thrust, then stayed there, buried to the hilt. "Oh, no," she said. (Breathed, panted. The strain was getting to her, and it was amazing.) "Do it properly, this time."

Had she just stopped? Lucifer whimpered, slumping forward a little.

Suddenly he could hear how harshly he was breathing. "Yes," he managed, forcing his head back up. Forcing himself to focus on the phone in his hands.

He held it up again, staring blindly at the screen. Tried to frame her, and his own gorgeous behind, and what she had buried in there...

Click.

Yes, she'd stopped, and it had been more than worth it just to see him struggle, just to take in the effect she'd had on him. Was having on him.

Octavia didn't say anything - but as soon as he'd taken the picture, her hips pulled back again. And thrust back in. No adjustment period, just right back to that harsh rhythm she'd had before he'd reminded them about the pictures.

It ripped a loud moan from her. Definitely chasing something, now.

"Oh fuck," Lucifer groaned, his thumb fumbling for the button to make one last picture before the phone wound up on the bed. He had done his best, Duke would just have to...

Something.

He planted his arms back on the bed, and dropped his head between them as he rocked back to meet her thrust this time.

After a moment, his fingers snuck back around his cock.

"You know I could forbid you from doing that," Octavia told him, breathless.

Wasn't intending to. But it felt good to say, while her hips were relentlessly snapping against him. Felt right.

"I know," Lucifer breathed.

Had half-expected it.

Was still expecting it.

But it was hard to worry about that when his entire body was telling him to smush his face into the mattress to smother the deeply filthy, repetive noises beginning to spill out of him.

Worry or no worry, Octavia let that possibility hang over him and his pleasure. She couldn't see his hand, but she could see the movement in his shoulder, in his arm. And couldn't stop watching.

The grip of her hands on his hips was so tight by now that he was going to end up with tiny crescent indents on his skin from her nails.

She couldn't stop marveling at how she could feel every thrust into him.

Definitely couldn't stop doing it, again.

It wasn't that Lucifer never got this, but-- well. Duke was Duke, and had his own ways. Octavia's unrelenting nature was something else entirely.

Overwhelming, in a very good way.

He felt the pressure building in his abdomen, his hand moving faster and faster just to keep up with her. He moaned helplessly into the sheets, his breath twisting into something vastly more desperate.

And why did that just make Octavia want to push his desperation a little bit further?

"Stop."

It was out of her mouth before she'd even thought it through. But she wasn't stopping anything, oh no. She was still pulling him back into her thrusts at the breathless pace she'd settled into.

The burn in her muscles blended together with the coiling in the pit of her stomach.

That wasn't just a whimper, it was a whine.

And his hand dropped away from his cock immediately, as if her voice had torn straight through his body.

"Does it ache?" Octavia rasped, her voice heavy with... all of this. His obedience, his whine, the way she clenched around the toy.

She wasn't sure she was even expecting an answer. It felt more important to drive home she knew exactly what she was doing to him.

"Yes."

That might have been an answer.

Or a response to the way her latest thrust hit all the right nerves, filling him with something sweet and jagged and aching with the lack of release. He pressed his face to the mattress again. Dug his fingers into the blankets.

That couldn't have shoved her a little closer to the edge, could it? Because it kind of felt like it had. Her breath caught in her throat a little.

"Good," she managed. "You're here for me, first."

But all signs were pointing to his misery not likely being too long, now. The hands on his hips were getting a little restless, like they couldn't bring him back close enough, no matter how hard they tried.

She had set the scene enough that there was a part of him that... wondered. About her coming, with that cock in his arse and his frustrated release so close and yet so far. Tossing him aside, leaving him to his misery until she came down enough to have a use for him again.

It wasn't a fantasy he had ever spent much time on before, but Lucifer was an angel of desire. And it was hard not to develop any new fantasies when her desire was like-- this.

"Only for you," he babbled. "Only for you."

Octavia was going to be nicer than that, this time.

But it was certainly something to think about.

And right now, Octavia was thinking less and less about anything at all. Her hips worked with an increasing sense of desperation, just pushing her closer and closer to where she wanted to get, even as she wanted this feeling to last forever. And not just the physical, but also -- where her mind was.

Confident and unquestionably in control.

A stray thought pictured him like he was, but with his hands bound. Too bad she didn't tell him that was what ripped that strangled moan from her.

Lucifer wanted to touch himself so badly, the instinct almost overrode all sense. It was that mental image that kept him where he was, clinging to the bed in a desperate attempt to keep his hands busy.

To endure the pleasure, the sounds she was making.

He managed to turn his head just enough to catch sight of her from the corner of his eye.

Octavia, moving like a bloody conqueror.

He whimpered into his arm.

Guess this was what was still left of the queen she'd been. This vicious, relentless, deeply private part of her that had found an outlet and was digging its claws right into it.

Or pounding her dick into him, as the case may have been.

Octavia met his glance, caught that little one-third glimpse at his face and the beautiful, desperate strain written all over it. Her breath stuttered again, and --

"N-now, do it."

He'd have to be quick if he wanted to join her in going over the edge, because she could feel it revving up and maybe if she really tried, she could hold it off for the length of more than one thrust --

He was never going to make it. Not after all that, the stretches of waiting, pleasure cresting high and then falling again.

But Lucifer tried anyway, his fingers gripping desperately around his cock. Moving without finesse, just hurtling towards an edge that seemed too-far and too-close all at once.

As soon as she saw his arm move again, Octavia lost just about all focus she'd had on him. Her eyes squeezed closed on their own, and everything fell away except the sensation of the movement into him pressing the toy against her.

She made it through two rough, desperate thrusts before the pleasure burst inside her, and she choked on air as it seemed to clench-and-release its way through her.

But did she stop?

No. The movements just got... messier, more erratic.

Lucifer choked on his own moan, his forehead rubbing back and forth against the blanket. Release just wouldn't come, and he was desperate for it, moving and moving and moving and--

Oh.

There it was.

"Octavia," he sighed.

Guess she'd made good on that promise to make him forget all other names.

After one last stutter or two, Octavia's hips finally slowed down, then stopped, the toy still buried in him, her hands still on his hips though her deathgrip was finally loosening.

She just breathed, deep gasping breaths.

Lucifer let out a loud breath of his own. Felt like so much pressure falling out of him.

"Fuck," he said, with all his heart.

Octavia's next breath sounded faintly like a startled laugh.

Her hand finally left his hip as she leaned over him - and reached for his phone.

"Mmm?" Lucifer hummed. He'd realize what she was doing in a second.

"He's gonna want to see this," Octavia said, faintly, as she straightened up again.

Flicked the camera open.

Lucifer let out a huff. "Mm," he managed again, and then, realizing he should say more, "He absolutely will."

Octavia snorted softly. And took a picture of her view, trying to get as much of him into the shot as possible, to really capture what a wreck he was.

"This one, you should probably send to me, too."

She dropped the phone aside onto the bed again. Rubbed at the small of his back a little, then finally went to pull the toy out.

"I will," Lucifer promised.

The toy drew a final gasp from him as she pulled it out. When it was gone, he collapsed in a happy, spent heap across the blankets.

He'd deal with the wet spot in a second.

Octavia had clearly put the phone away a little too soon, but oh well. She'd just have to remember this one on her own.

(And strive to see it again.)

She slid the other end of the toy out, too, with a soft sigh. Set it aside, then stretched out where she could rest her head against the back of his shoulder and her hand against his back.

She felt like cuddling.

"That was lovely," Lucifer sighed. "You are one Hell of a ride, if you don't mind me saying so, miss Octavia."

"I really don't mind," Octavia murmured, as she went ahead and draped her leg over his. The bra was finally beginning to feel like too much, but taking it off seemed like too much of a hassle, too.

She pressed a kiss against his shoulder, instead. "You were great."

Lucifer laughed softly. "I mostly just sat there," he teased. "You did all the work."

Octavia gave him a long-suffering sigh.

"You know what I mean."

Lucifer laughed softly.

"You may have awakened a whole new thing in me," he said, cheerful as all hell.

"Oh?" Octavia prompted. And pressed another lazy kiss against his sshoulder.

"Mhm," Lucifer said. "I mean, not the domination thing in general, I've always enjoyed that, even if it wasn't my main kink. But I think I rather like 'Octavia conquering my arse' time, whether literal or figurative."

He finally managed to turn, a bit. It jostled her, which was sad, but it meant he could see her in that bra, which was grand.

Octavia made a faintly affronted noise at him moving, which made it clear which direction her feelings on that trended.

Although maybe being able to see his face wasn't bad, either.

She gave a little hum as she tried to settle back down. "Well, I kind of figured that out when you didn't even let me press your face into the mattress..."

Lucifer laughed. "Maybe next time," he said.

She was so gorgeous like this. It was ridiculous. He was besotted.

Octavia propped her head up on her arm. Smiled at him, small and wry but also lazy.

"I might've thought about restraints, too."

And a chuckle, this time. "Really?"

Because that was generally Duke's thing, more than his, but Lucifer would be more than happy to oblige if it was Octavia's thing, from the other side.

Tiny shrug.

"It was just a thought, I don't know." No, really, she didn't know. It was complicated. "It's more symbolic with you than anything, anyway."

What with his ability to actually bust out of most things.

"I'm more than happy to follow any thought of yours to its conclusion," Lucifer told her, and pressed a gentle kiss against her mouth.

Octavia sighed against his lips. "It's gentle, with him," she murmured. "And not just because it's scarves."

"Because he's not comfortable with more," Lucifer guessed.

He ran his fingers through her hair.

Octavia made a little noise of agreement, but it was a little vague. Because it went both ways. "I don't want him to find himself thinking about the things he's seen."

The things he knew about how she'd been.

"Ah," Lucifer said softly.

He kissed her again.

"I suppose I did see that in you, just now," he said.

"I know."

But then, he'd seen some of that in her from just about the moment she'd landed back on the island, hadn't he?

Another kiss.

"Then I understand why you don't do it with him," he said softly. "But I think it's beautiful. Here, with me."

But I think it's beautiful.

Something in Octavia's expression crumbled a little, with her inhale.

She was the one who kissed him, this time.

Lucifer's fingers curled against her cheek.

He smiled into the kiss.

There were things one of her partners could give her and the other couldn't. This acceptance of this... aggression in her, here where she still wanted to let it out? This was all Lucifer's.

"I love you so much," Octavia whispered into the kiss.

Lucifer let out a soft, warm huff against her mouth - the same warmth, he imagined, as he felt in his chest just now. "Likewise," he murmured.

"Also you are hot when you submit."

For a whisper, there was a lot of convinction in how she said that.

Lucifer laughed softly. "I know, darling, but thank you," he teased, smoothing her hair away from her face. "You can do anything you want to me," he added, softer. "All you have to do is ask."

Sure, immediately trip up Octavia's attempt to steer this away from all the earnest vulnerability into some lighter afterglow banter, why don't you, Lucifer!

Terrible, how he insisted on giving her these warm feelings in her chest. "Anything?" she murmured, her fingers idly stroking over his shoulder. "Careful with that word."

Lucifer smiled. (Yes, totally besotted.)

"I trust you."

"I'll try to live up to that," Octavia murmured. Gave him another little kiss. And continued, "And, I mean, so far my wildest idea is to make you do all the work next time, so..."

Nothing to worry about.

Lucifer laughed. "Ah, I should have known that being truly lazy was your greatest heart's desire."

"No, the greatest is making you ride my dick," Octavia retorted. (She didn't realize how wide she was smiling, though it had happened in response to his laugh.) "Being lazy is the second greatest."

"Fair enough," Lucifer said, beaming. "I can see that being quite fun, as well. You really got into that thing."

Octavia snorted softly. "I mean... I thought the regular strap-ons were great?"

But they definitely had a new winner here.

"But...?" Lucifer prompted.

He just liked to hear her talk about it.

"But, I can feel more with this one." Yeah, she knew that was the point, and that she'd opted against the ones with a place for a vibe on their first round of shopping. It could still be a revelation. "When it moves in you, I can feel it. It feels like we're more... connected."

“Like we’re actually fucking,” Lucifer agreed.

"Yeah," Octavia agreed. (Sure, this was what got her animated.) "Which is kind of weird, because we were definitely fucking with the other ones, too. But not like this."

"Not in a way where you felt like it was part of you," Lucifer filled in.

"Yeah," Octavia said again, nodding. "And being able to actually come from it kind of ups the stakes."

"I remember you having some thoughts about that earlier," Lucifer said, smirking.

"Which part are you referring to?" Octavia asked, her hand sliding to where she could try and boop him on the nose. "The one about using your ass for that?"

"Mhm-hm," Lucifer said. "You painted quite the picture."

"Well, fair warning," Octavia rasped, amused, "if I get you to ride me... That's gonna come back into play."

"Is it?" Lucifer said. "Please, go into more detail."

Octavia did that thing where she didn't quite laugh, but got dangerously close to it.

"Well, you'll be on my lap, doing all the work," she drawled, idly running her fingertips down his shoulder, "but the goal will be the same." So he could probably guess what that was, but since he'd asked for more detail... "Making me come. First."

Tiny shrug.

"Once you've accomplished that, I might let you come all over my stomach."

"Might," Lucifer echoed.

He sounded curious, in that I-had-a-thought-about-that-a-few-minutes-ago kind of way.

Octavia's head tilted just a fraction as she caught that tone.

"How does that sound to you?"

"Like a very good time," Lucifer said, studying her face.

The smirky smile from a moment ago had given way to curiosity in her expression, in that 'new possibilities opening up' kind of way.

"And if I hadn't let you put your hand back on yourself, just now," Octavia said. "That could've been a very good time, too?"

"Yes," Lucifer said, after a moment. "As well as a... ah, longer time."

The curiosity sparked into recognition.

"You're interested in being denied."

(Now where was that faint sense of awe coming from?)

"It just seems," Lucifer said, propping his head up so he could watch her better, "like something that could be very interesting when you're in that particular zone."

And now they were mirroring each other.

"Why?" Octavia asked, curious as to whether he would even have an answer that could be put into words for that.

"Because you're beautiful when you take control," Lucifer said, running his thumb along her chin. "And while I deeply appreciate your consideration for my pleasure, it may get... in the way."

"You wanna see how far it goes?" Octavia murmured. "Without such petty concerns like your pleasure."

Lucifer's thumb slid up and pressed against her bottom lip. "I want you to be your worst with me," he said. He ran it along the edge gently. "So we can make it into something beautiful."

Octavia's breath caught in her throat again. Robbed whatever words she'd been about to say.

What did you say to that, anyway? That her sudden need to blink something away wasn't already communicating loud enough.

Lucifer dropped his hand and kissed her.

It was oddly gentle for the subject matter.

One of these days they were going to have to accept there was no 'oddly gentle' between them. Gentle happened when it wanted to.

Octavia shuddered as she kissed him back.

"You like that," Lucifer whispered against her lips.

"I do," Octavia replied, barely louder than a breath. She was shifting closer, as if she hadn't been already. "It's... No one's wanted that before."

And why would they?

How could they?

Lucifer's fingers found her hair again, pushing it back. "Well, I do," he said.

"I know."

Oh, good, she sounded so small. And like she was about to cry. She forced a deep breath into her lungs, like it would steady her.

"Are you all right?" Lucifer asked softly, a little worried (confused?).

"Uh huh," Octavia said, not nearly as light or reassuring as she would have liked it to sound.

Just ignore the hand coming up to rub over one eye, okay?

Lucifer hesitated.

After a moment, he snuck a careful arm around her shoulders.

Octavia swallowed.

And then shifted until she could tuck her head under his chin, burrowing against his chest. Accepting the comfort despite her ridiculous kneejerk desire to claim she didn't need it.

"I love you," Lucifer said, almost relieved that he hadn't gotten this wrong, that he... could just wrap his other arm around her too and hug her tight.

"I know," Octavia said, quietly.

That was how much he was not getting this wrong.

"Good," Lucifer said softly.

Octavia took a few slow breaths. Kept her eyes closed, her face buried against his chest.

Then she muttered, "It's just... stupid." A breath. Swallow. "I put a lot of energy into -- pretending none of it's there anymore. None of her."

"Ah," Lucifer said softly. "Yes."

"Because she shouldn't be."

And it wasn't just Duke. It was everyone.

"But she is," Lucifer said, running his hand gently along her hair.

"I was a queen," Octavia muttered, oh so quiet. But the room around them was quiet, too. "For six years."

And you didn't shake that off in a year, when you'd spent that long cutting off the softer parts of yourself.

"Trust me," Lucifer murmured. "I understand."

Of all people. That had been their way for so long now.

"I know."

She was saying that a lot, but oh well.

"So I shouldn't be surprised."

"It's easy," Lucifer said slowly, "To get rather wrapped up in your own head about that kind of thing."

Octavia tried for wry, and almost hit it. "That is why I'm in therapy, yeah."

But she didn't actually talk about this part there, did she?

Lucifer snorted. "I suppose so." Beat. "You talk about our sex life in therapy?"

He wasn't judging! Just curious.

"... No." A beat. "Not really?"

Not because she wouldn't - she didn't really have much of a sense of shame around her sexuality, after all - but because it hadn't really come up.

Because she had so much other shit to wade through, twice a week.

"Sorry," Lucifer said. "It merely sounded like it for a moment."

"Our sex life doesn't depress me," Octavia muttered, nuzzling his chest.

Lucifer laughed softly. "I would hope not."

"Also it just hasn't come up."

So far.

Lucifer pressed a kiss against her temple. "Mhm."

Octavia sighed quietly. "I have a lot of shit, Lucifer."

He already knew that, Tavi. You just almost cried on him over it, for one thing.

"I wasn't judging," Lucifer pointed out. "Or saying you should."

"And I wasn't saying you were saying that," Octavia muttered, in turn.

Just... circling back to what she'd said about therapy in the first place.

Lucifer slid his fingers along her cheek. "Have you talked about what remains of that side of you?"

Because Lucifer could still summon his Devil face at will.

The silence stretched on just a little too long.

"Not really," she admitted, finally.

"Perhaps you should," Lucifer said quietly.

He kissed her cheek again.

"I still have my Devil face," he said. "It's... a part of me."

"But isn't that something you gave yourself?" Octavia murmured. She was keeping her eyes down, now. "Whether you wanted to or not."

"Because of how I felt for a very long time in my life," Lucifer said quietly.

"Why hasn't it gone away?"

It felt like a stupid question as soon as it was out of her mouth, but it was there now, and she wasn't pulling it back.

"I... suppose you can't erase a part of yourself so easily," Lucifer said. "You can... make something better of it, move past it, but... a little bit of it will always be there."

"Yeah, but I think people expect something different," Octavia murmured, trying to nuzzle at his chest again. "Like you could just carve away a part of you."

A pause.

"Or at least they want you to let them think you've done it."

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"Well," Lucifer said, his fingers running over her hair. "We can't. So I think... it may be better. To turn that into something good."

"Here," Octavia murmured.

Between them, where it was safe.

"Yes," Lucifer said. He drew a little circle against her skin. "We can do this again," he said. "Have dinner, come up here, get undressed... and you can be whatever version of the Red Queen is still in you, until you're done or someone uses the safeword."

"Don't say her name."

It was a small, soft request.

"I apologize," Lucifer said softly. "Whatever part of yourself you have to pretend you're not, then."

"Thank you," Octavia murmured.

The difference was subtle, but it was there. Felt important, to keep just that much of a line between this and the Blodreina of it all.

She sighed, then breathed him in. "The rest sounds good, though."

"I thought so," Lucifer said, his fingers sliding along her back. "And anything would go, darling. Even if all you find yourself wanting to do is cuddle."

"Good," Octavia told him. Her hand had found its way to his side, drawing abstract shapes there. "Sometimes I want to."

"I know," Lucifer murmured. "Can't force a mood, as we've found."

"No," Octavia murmured. "But we can meander from one mood to another."

She liked that.

"Yes," Lucifer said, his mouth tugging into a small smile. "I like it."

Octavia finally pulled back enough to see his face again. But only by that much.

"I love you," she murmured. "And I love being here with you. And that you've always held a space for me."

"I love that you're willing to take that space," Lucifer said.

That smile went nowhere.

"How could I not?"

Bet you'd thought Octavia's voice couldn't go softer than it had already been. But no, there it was.

"When it's one of the things that feel like home."

Well. Now it was Lucifer's turn to deal with wet eyes, he supposed.

"I can do that for you?"

"Yes," Octavia said, like it should have been self-evident. Like it should have been obvious.

Because it was, to her.

"Ever since you came back from Hell," she murmured. "And you said you'd come back here with me. It was the first time since --" Nope, still couldn't say it. "-- everything with Duke back then, that I felt at all like anything could be okay again."

Lucifer blew out a shaking breath and cupped the back of her head. He shut his eyes. "You made that day bearable."

"Yeah, likewise," Octavia whispered. Oh good, her eyes were welling up again. "You said it back then yourself: we're family."

Though she wouldn't use the word he'd actually said, then.

"It feels nothing short of miraculous," Lucifer admitted quietly. "The way you and Duke make me feel as if I belong here."

And the thought of giving it up continued to fill him with terror.

"Because you do," Octavia told him, her hand coming up to cup his cheek. "Belong here, with us."

It made everything about the situation back in his home world terrifying, yes. Or would have, if Octavia hadn't been repressing it so hard.

Lucifer's fingers trailed up her arm, settling over her wrist. "Because we're an 'us'."

"Yeah," Octavia sighed. "We are."

"I love you," Lucifer said.

Those were definitely some tears, this time.

Octavia's thumb brushed over his cheek.

"I love you too."

Her voice sounded a little tight.

"Look at us," Lucifer said. There was nothing dignified about the wetness in his voice, or the loud breath he had to inhale to get those words out. "Ridiculous, sentimental-- blobs that we are."

Octavia's tiny, rough huff sounded about the same as his voice.

"Well, we've fought to get here, so..."

So, had they not earned the right, at least?

"Yes."

The word came out in a rush of a breath. Lucifer sucked in one loud, unsteady breath, close to something like hyperventilating.

"Octavia. I don't ever want to leave you."

Octavia wasn't sure why that made her breath catch in her throat again. Maybe it was because he was so obviously emotional. Or the conviction in his voice.

Or the knowledge that when he said 'ever', it was different from most people.

She shifted to press her forehead to his. Tried to say something, and found herself unable to.

He was so scared, Octavia. Of not finding his way around... what was going on at home, of losing not just them but himself to such a degree that even if he left, they'd never truly be reunited.

Lucifer's breathing just kept shuddering.

His arms draped uselessly over her shoulders.

Octavia tried wrapping both an arm and a leg around him, like if she wrapped around him tight enough, she'd be enough to shield him from the rest of the world.

A tear finally snuck out the corner of her eye.

Perhaps one day he'd find the clarity of mind and words to explain why he felt this way.

But not today. Right now, Lucifer let her wrap around him, and wrapped around her in turn.

"My Octavia," he whispered.

"I'm not letting you go."

Her voice sounded wet. Oh well.

"Good," Lucifer mumbled. "Good."

Octavia breathed in like she was about to say something else, but all that made it out was the start of a tiny sibilant noise that cut off before it became anything else.

This tight embrace would have to do.

It took longer than Lucifer would like to admit.

But eventually his breathing evened out.

One breath at a time.

There was no rush. They weren't in a hurry to get anywhere.

And it soothed Octavia to just listen to him calming down.

"Not... entirely how I planned for tonight to go," Lucifer managed. The half-a-joke still sounded a little emotional, but he was trying.

"Well," Octavia replied, her rasp a little on the thick side still, too, "the plan was for you to open up for me."

Lucifer laughed harder than he probably should have, but.

He didn't think she'd judge him.

She didn't.

She just snorted, and pressed a kiss on his cheek.

"You incredible, ridiculous woman," Lucifer said, and gave her a warm squeeze.

"I wasn't half this ridiculous before I met the two of you," Octavia retorted, with a little sigh.

Because that was a good warm squeeze.

"I doubt that," Lucifer said. "I think you simply hid your ridiculousness until we came and set it free."

"Could be," Octavia allowed. "Either way: technically your own fault."

"No," Lucifer said firmly.

... and then, apparently, decided this was the appropriate time to pepper her face with kisses.

And Octavia laughed.

There had been too many wildly flailing emotions over the past while for her too hold that back, even without meaning to.

Lucifer's answering laugh was... more of a giggle, really.

He was grinning from ear to ear.

Octavia kissed his grin.

It was beautiful, and he deserved it.

And Lucifer let his fingers slide through her hair, fond.

"I say we take some time in the hot tub," he said softly. "Then we can come back and you can rodger me softly if you'd like."

Octavia snorted softly at that wording. But she was still smiling.

"Sounds like a plan to me."

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