Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Night

[okteiviakom]

It was Sunday night. There had been dinner: some nice takeout from some place on the mainland, followed by an even nicer dessert from some other place on the mainland. Panna cotta with fresh fruit was getting up there on Octavia's list of favorites.

But she had other favorite things, too.

And that was probably why they were already halfway up the stairs.

"Was that passionfruit on purpose?"

[ooc: For the Devil, and SP. NSFW bound, most likely.]

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[okteiviakom]

The steady, insistent thrum of the vibration was gone.

And, sorry to say, his fingers didn't feel like much, right after. Octavia felt strangely untethered, and lost for words to communicate that with.

The most that happened was an unsteady exhale.

[my_own_advocate]

"Or would you rather keep it?" Lucifer murmured, pressing three fingers in deep. "Did it feel like it was a part of you?"

[okteiviakom]

Octavia felt like she'd fallen out of... out of whatever rhythm she'd had, and now there was a stretch and that just didn't feel right, either, and --

It was pretty sudden, the way she surged to try and sit up, just narrowly avoiding an accidental headbutt in the process.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer blinked, leaning back.

Okay. That had clearly been a bad move.

[okteiviakom]

Probably looked worse than it was, since Octavia still had that pesky issue where speech appeared to have left her.

She breathed as she pulled her knees up a little bit, once again blinking to clear her vision of the evidence of the stinging that had been happening for... a while, now.

[my_own_advocate]

"Octavia?" Lucifer asked, reaching for her shoulder.

... Carefully.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia swayed a little into the touch.

Or maybe she just happened to shift that way. It was hard to say, what with the way her eyes were cast towards the sheets.

[my_own_advocate]

Right. Well. Lucifer would take that as permission to tug her into a clumsy half-a-hug.

[okteiviakom]

Clumsy or not, it was the first thing in the last moment or two that felt instinctively right.

Which showed in the way Octavia - after a few seconds, but still - leaned into it, then very awkwardly reciprocated with one arm.

[my_own_advocate]

"Hey," Lucifer breathed, pressing a kiss into her hair. "It's all right."

[okteiviakom]

The other arm joined the first. It wasn't any less awkward or clumsy. Probably more, if anything, with the way she was twisting to do it.

She shuddered against him.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer shifted a bit. Wrapped his other arm around her, too.

"I love you," he whispered. "I love you."

[okteiviakom]

That pulled Octavia closer to the surface of... whatever this was.

Though her clearing mind meant embarrassment was immediately beginning to seep in. She inhaled sharply, then sighed. Sounded a little more in control.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer pressed another kiss to the top of her head. He wasn't sure what else to do or say, so he waited.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's head was heavy against his chest, and she was quiet for a long while. Her breathing evening out as she came back to herself.

"So," she muttered, eventually. "That was dumb."

She was talking about herself, even if that wasn't obvious.

[my_own_advocate]

"It wasn't," Lucifer said, his hand sliding up her back. "We are playing with some rather potent emotional scenarios here."

[okteiviakom]

"Yes it was," Octavia murmured.

Definitely not just because she was intent on beating herself up about it. Honest.

[my_own_advocate]

"Octavia," Lucifer said quietly. "You don't have to be ashamed."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia wasn't even sure what she was feeling ashamed for. But she knew the feeling was settling in her chest all the same.

"I ruined this."

Well, that was more quiet and soft, at least?

[my_own_advocate]

"You can't ruin this," Lucifer said. He nuzzled her cheek. "This is us. It is you, and it is me, and our mad, incredible attempts to come together in ways that mean something."

He kissed her temple.

"And sometimes meaningful things are painful," he murmured. "And sometimes they don't succeed. But you are still here, in my arms. That is all that matters."

[okteiviakom]

Well.

Even the twisting mass of Octavia's guilt couldn't actually argue with that, so she said nothing.

Just... leaned against him just that little bit more. Sagging, really.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer reached up, and... ran his fingers through her hair. Trying to soothe, moving his head so she could curl up under his chin. "Are you all right?"

[okteiviakom]

Octavia ducked her head under his chin almost immediately. Sighed, softly.

"Can you take the scarf off?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Of course," Lucifer said, his fingers finding the knot and working it loose.

He dropped it to the bed.

[okteiviakom]

And Octavia's hair was down against her shoulders again, the way she was used to. It shouldn't have felt as comforting as it did.

She made a small noise. Maybe to say thanks?