Octavia Blake (
okteiviakom) wrote2022-06-19 12:46 pm
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Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Night
As requested, date night dinner had been Thai, and delicious. And dessert, right now, also delivered on both because it was banana roti.
And yet, Octavia could barely focus on it at all. Because of a talk, earlier in the week, there was... an anticipation, here. Still a little vague, still only mostly-but-not-entirely certain. Just hanging over the scene at the table, unspoken of but present.
About half of Octavia's serving of roti was still there, though rapidly vanishing. "You can really taste the banana."
[ooc: For that guy, and likely NSFW-bound.]
And yet, Octavia could barely focus on it at all. Because of a talk, earlier in the week, there was... an anticipation, here. Still a little vague, still only mostly-but-not-entirely certain. Just hanging over the scene at the table, unspoken of but present.
About half of Octavia's serving of roti was still there, though rapidly vanishing. "You can really taste the banana."
[ooc: For that guy, and likely NSFW-bound.]
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There was quite a bit of it.
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It made Octavia exhale a little shuddery sigh of her own, before she went right back in for more, her hand sliding to the back of his neck.
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Lucifer cupped her cheek, and kissed her sweetly, softly, drawing it out.
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She murmured some fragments of things in Trig, in between. Love and adoration.
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And then finally, Octavia eased out of the kissing, but didn't go far. Pressed her forehead to his, and looked at him from that ridiculously close distance again.
And just whispered, with a faint curve to her lips, "Hi."
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They were out of that space now, yes.
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He reached out to brush some of her hair behind her ear.
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Maybe it was just the gentleness of him fixing her hair.
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Paused.
"And she's really looking forward to the shopping we'll have to do once I... make some more progress."
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Another small pause, this time for thought.
"I remember what I've lost, now," she added. "And if working towards bending you over for a new big dick --" Ah, right, yes, she'd definitely been thinking about her strap-ons, too. "-- helps me try and get back to that? I'm gonna take it."
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Shamelessly.
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"It might be a while," she admitted, smushing the tip of her nose against his for just a second. Like that softened the blow. "But it's gonna happen."
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"It is," he murmured. "And until then, we're going to find all kinds of creative ways to bring out the best - or worst - in you."
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They'd found some outstanding ways to get her dominant side to come out and play, tonight. The other half of her... seemed much harder to get to, under these circumstances.
(But she missed that, too.)
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