Octavia Blake (
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Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Night
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.]
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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That would've been way too simple.
"I don't think it was any one thing."
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Not that she had a good idea for even where to start. "I don't know," she muttered, after a moment. "Maybe you were too nice."
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And that --
"That feels wrong to say."
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She trailed off, trying to catch a thought almost in her grasp, to put it to words.
"It's like I wasn't ready to make choices for myself."
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But it wasn't disagreement.
"That's sort of how I ended up feeling," she said. "Like I was... off-beat." With him, yes, but also with herself.
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Not that she'd chosen to go all non-verbal.
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He hugged her a little tighter. "Well, it's done now."
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And mumbled, quietly, "Moba."
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So she just burrowed, and breathed.
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It was quiet, but she couldn't let it go unsaid.
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He wrapped his arms around her just a bit more securely.
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At least her body seemed to have calmed down, evn if her mind seeemed most interested in looping in circles around itself.
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"Better?" Lucifer asked finally, his arms still wrapped tight around her.
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She pressed a quiet, light kiss against his chest. Just the one.
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And then, finally: "Water." Simple, basic, physical. It was an easier need to pinpoint than most.
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