Octavia Blake (
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Lucifer's Mansion, Saturday Night
Yesterday, there'd been shopping. And today, there was...
Okay, Octavia was still not the most comfortable using words like 'date night'.
But it was probably a date night. She was even wearing a sleek black blouse with her black jeans, in an approximation of something Lucifer might like to see.
There'd also been a nice little meal, just now. And Octavia had even allowed herself a small glass of wine to go with it, the last of which she was making her way through now that they were cuddled up on the couch, still downstairs.
A little moment of rest before dessert, so to speak.
"That was delicious," she told Lucifer, her head tilted against his shoulder. "But it usually is."
[ooc: For that guy I modded, and NSFW-bound.]
Okay, Octavia was still not the most comfortable using words like 'date night'.
But it was probably a date night. She was even wearing a sleek black blouse with her black jeans, in an approximation of something Lucifer might like to see.
There'd also been a nice little meal, just now. And Octavia had even allowed herself a small glass of wine to go with it, the last of which she was making her way through now that they were cuddled up on the couch, still downstairs.
A little moment of rest before dessert, so to speak.
"That was delicious," she told Lucifer, her head tilted against his shoulder. "But it usually is."
[ooc: For that guy I modded, and NSFW-bound.]
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But they definitely had a new winner here.
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He just liked to hear her talk about it.
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"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."
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He sounded curious, in that I-had-a-thought-about-that-a-few-minutes-ago kind of way.
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"How does that sound to you?"
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"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?"
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"You're interested in being denied."
(Now where was that faint sense of awe coming from?)
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"Why?" Octavia asked, curious as to whether he would even have an answer that could be put into words for that.
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