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]

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."

[okteiviakom]

"Sometimes," Octavia told him, and dropped a light kiss against his shoulder.

[my_own_advocate]

"It can still make it up to you in a slightly less-- tense-- environment later," Lucifer promised.

[okteiviakom]

"Maybe," Octavia murmured, nuzzling his shoulder just a little.

Just soft and quiet.

[my_own_advocate]

"But only if you want," Lucifer murmured, his own voice growing softer.

[okteiviakom]

"Always," Octavia replied.

Not to say she always wanted, but that there was never any pressure, if she didn't.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer let out a soft huff and kissed the top of her head again.

Content, to be with her right now. Regardless.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia wanted to take off the harnesses. Wanted to clean herself up. Wanted to talk to him about switching vibes for fingers wasn't always going to work for her.

But what she really wanted was to just stay here for a while, in this quiet that felt more comfortable than several of the past moments had been.

So that was her choice.