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]

"Could be," Octavia allowed. "Either way: technically your own fault."

[my_own_advocate]

"No," Lucifer said firmly.

... and then, apparently, decided this was the appropriate time to pepper her face with kisses.

[okteiviakom]

And Octavia laughed.

There had been too many wildly flailing emotions over the past while for her too hold that back, even without meaning to.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer's answering laugh was... more of a giggle, really.

He was grinning from ear to ear.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia kissed his grin.

It was beautiful, and he deserved it.

[my_own_advocate]

And Lucifer let his fingers slide through her hair, fond.

"I say we take some time in the hot tub," he said softly. "Then we can come back and you can rodger me softly if you'd like."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia snorted softly at that wording. But she was still smiling.

"Sounds like a plan to me."