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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[okteiviakom]

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.

[my_own_advocate]

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

[okteiviakom]

"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?

[my_own_advocate]

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

[okteiviakom]

"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.

[my_own_advocate]

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

[okteiviakom]

"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?

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer hesitated.

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

[okteiviakom]

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.

[my_own_advocate]

"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.

[okteiviakom]

"I know," Octavia said, quietly.

That was how much he was not getting this wrong.

[my_own_advocate]

"Good," Lucifer said softly.

[okteiviakom]

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."

[my_own_advocate]

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

[okteiviakom]

"Because she shouldn't be."

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

[my_own_advocate]

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

[okteiviakom]

"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.

[my_own_advocate]

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

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

[okteiviakom]

"I know."

She was saying that a lot, but oh well.

"So I shouldn't be surprised."

[my_own_advocate]

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

[okteiviakom]

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?

[my_own_advocate]

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

He wasn't judging! Just curious.

[okteiviakom]

"... 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.

[my_own_advocate]

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

[okteiviakom]

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