There were few things Octavia enjoyed as much as reducing Lucifer to this, what seemed like a mix of pure need and incomplete phrases.

And she was ignoring his need. (For now.) She was still staring at the screen, of course, but her focus was turning inward - in more ways than one. His noises, his words, it all became the best possible soundtrack for how she finally upped the intensity of her hand rubbing over her core, finally committing to chasing the edge instead of courting it.

She bit down hard on her bottom lip. So close.