Lucifer's Mansion, Saturday Night

[okteiviakom]

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.]

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[my_own_advocate]

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.

[okteiviakom]

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.

[my_own_advocate]

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.

[okteiviakom]

"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.

[my_own_advocate]

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

He hoisted her up.

[okteiviakom]

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.

[my_own_advocate]

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.

[okteiviakom]

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.

[my_own_advocate]

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

[okteiviakom]

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

"My Lucifer."

[my_own_advocate]

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.

[okteiviakom]

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.

[my_own_advocate]

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

[okteiviakom]

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.

[my_own_advocate]

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.

[okteiviakom]

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

[my_own_advocate]

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

He let himself fall backwards, taking her with him.

[okteiviakom]

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.

[my_own_advocate]

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.

[okteiviakom]

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?"

[my_own_advocate]

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

[okteiviakom]

"You're being bitey."

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

[my_own_advocate]

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

[okteiviakom]

"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.

[my_own_advocate]

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.