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]

"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."

[okteiviakom]

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

[my_own_advocate]

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

[okteiviakom]

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

She liked that.

[my_own_advocate]

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

[okteiviakom]

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."

[my_own_advocate]

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

That smile went nowhere.

[okteiviakom]

"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."

[my_own_advocate]

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

"I can do that for you?"

[okteiviakom]

"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."

[my_own_advocate]

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

[okteiviakom]

"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.

[my_own_advocate]

"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.

[okteiviakom]

"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.

[my_own_advocate]

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

[okteiviakom]

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

[my_own_advocate]

"I love you," Lucifer said.

Those were definitely some tears, this time.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's thumb brushed over his cheek.

"I love you too."

Her voice sounded a little tight.

[my_own_advocate]

"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."

[okteiviakom]

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?

[my_own_advocate]

"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."

[okteiviakom]

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.

[my_own_advocate]

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.

[okteiviakom]

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.

[my_own_advocate]

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.