okteiviakom | Lucifer's Mansion, Saturday Night

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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.]

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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.

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