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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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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It left her sitting there kind of like a lump. She'd straighten up in a moment.
Probably.
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He sped into the bathroom and was back within a minute, holding the glass of water out for her. "There you are."
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But she reached out to take the water, and looked up at his face for the first time since... well, since she'd flipped out. Or whatever you wanted to call it. "Thanks."
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He sat down next to her on the bed, and slid his arm back around her waist.
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Which she did. In slow sips.
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"Why's that?"
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And tipped her head against his shoulder. "If this is a game," she rasped, "most of the time we're winning."
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