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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[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer's mouth curved. A little bit.

He sat down next to her on the bed, and slid his arm back around her waist.

[okteiviakom]

The only reason Octavia didn't tilt her head against his shoulder was because she needed it upright to drink her water.

Which she did. In slow sips.

[my_own_advocate]

"I'd honestly expected us to hit something like this sooner," Lucifer admitted, after a moment.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia glanced over, after a beat. Still holding the glass up near her mouth.

"Why's that?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Because as I said, this is very emotionally charged territory," Lucifer said quietly. "There are many things that can go wrong, especially if we're out of synch, but... apparently most of the time, we aren't."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gave a little hum. Then she drank the rest of her water, and set the empty glass against her thigh.

And tipped her head against his shoulder. "If this is a game," she rasped, "most of the time we're winning."

[my_own_advocate]

"Exactly," Lucifer said, smiling. "And it wasn't a complete loss, was it?"

[okteiviakom]

"No," Octavia agreed. "Some of it was good."

[my_own_advocate]

"What was that with the scarf?" Lucifer asked. "The second one."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia sighed, and drew her head away from his shoulder so she could look at him, instead.

"I've been gagged before," she said. Quiet, but matter of fact. "A couple of times." And obviously not in anything resembling a fun way. "I don't think I want to end up thinking about that."

[my_own_advocate]

"I'm sorry," Lucifer said softly. "I didn't mean to trigger terrible memories."

[okteiviakom]

"It's fine," Octavia told him, softer. "I didn't let you."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer reached up and touched her cheek. "And I'm sorry they did that to you."

[okteiviakom]

Was it bad Octavia considered it barely worth mentioning? It was just one of many uncomfortable things that had happened to her over the years, and nowhere near the top.

She tilted her face into the touch when she shrugged. "I guess we can treat that the same way as how I don't like being bound, or cuffed," she said. "Your hands are fine."

[my_own_advocate]

"We'll put it on the list," Lucifer said, managing a little smile, and tapped her bottom lip with his thumb.

[okteiviakom]

"Thank you," Octavia murmured. Her lip brushing against his thumb.

[my_own_advocate]

"You got me pretty good," Lucifer said, fond.

[okteiviakom]

"What, when I bit you?"

Her lips curved, if faintly.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer laughed. "Yes," he said. "Some chompers."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gave a little huff, her nose crinkling a little. "Well, it wasn't your dick, so..."

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes, thank you for not biting that," Lucifer said, brow crinkling in sudden horror.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia managed a soft snort. "I would never, relax."

[my_own_advocate]

"I need that," Lucifer said, relaxing... slightly.

[okteiviakom]

"So do I."

Guess she was starting to feel better.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer laughed softly. "Suppose you do get something out of it."