Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Night

[okteiviakom]

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.]

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[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer held up his hand. "I solemnly swear not to put vodka in, or on, any of your watermelons."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's chuckle was something of a rough sound.

"I guess I can buy that."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer threw her a merry wink, and dug into his own last bite of roti.

[okteiviakom]

And Octavia watched him, quietly.

Just... taking in the details. Of him, so light and easy across from her.

[my_own_advocate]

It was. Easy, right now. Sure, there was a sense of tension underneath - would she, or wouldn't she? - but they were together and they weren't getting tripped up on some terrible bit of trauma. Just dinner, and company.

He swallowed a bite and sat back, taking his glass of wine with him as he went. "That hit the spot."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's smile went a little crooked. "It was a good choice."

Her choice, actually.

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes, you may congratulate yourself appropriately," Lucifer said, completely honestly. "You have fantastic taste in Thai food."

[okteiviakom]

"Thanks," Octavia said, as smugly as she dared. (Which wasn't very.) She picked up her glass, which still had a little bit of juice in it. "I've had practice."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer chuckled, and took a sip of his wine. "Can I pick next time?" he asked. "Or am I now forever overruled?"

[okteiviakom]

"You can pick next time," Octavia replied, with a little snort - and casually rising from her seat. "It's fine, we can take turns."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer set his glass down, and also rose from his feet. "Perhaps something Japanese," he mused.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia... had not expected him to get up so quickly after her, so, there went her idea of what she'd been about to do.

She faltered a little, though not in particularly obvious a way, and stayed where she was, taking a little sip. "Maybe," she said. "Your choice, after all."

[my_own_advocate]

And here Lucifer was, just trying to follow her lead.

"Mhm," he said, studying her, a small smile on his face. "Mind if I pour myself another glass?"

[okteiviakom]

And that was how he missed out on his girlfriend sitting on his lap.

Octavia gave a tiny, easy shrug. "Go ahead."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer would be extremely sad to find out about that.

He beamed at her, and walked towards the wine rack, studying the bottles for a good one.

[okteiviakom]

And Octavia was watching him again, as she took another sip from her own almost empty glass.

Thinking about what she wanted to do now.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer picked a bottle of wine, and then, after a moment, took a walk towards the fridge. Opened it, closed it.

He strode back out with not just the wine bottle, but also a smaller bottle in hand. He set the wine down on the table, as he joined her on her end of it, stopping just a few inches away. "Brought you a little gift," he said, working the cap off of the bottle. "An excellent strawberry apple cider I picked up from across the pond."

[okteiviakom]

"Strawberry apple cider?" Octavia repeated, looking from his hands up to his face. "Sounds... promising."

[my_own_advocate]

"I thought you might like it. May I pour it?"

One of his hands brushed over the center of her back.

[okteiviakom]

That should not have felt as nice as it did. Nor as much, somehow.

Octavia nodded, and brought the glass to her lips for one last sip. Then she held the now-empty glass out.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer smiled, and poured, his hand continuing to hover by her back. Leaning just a touch more into her space. "Hopefully this is up to your exacting fruit-adoring standards."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia shifted just a little. Just enough that his hand pressed against her back, or her back pressed against his hand. Either way.

"Let's find out," she rasped.

And took a sip.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer watched her face... closely.

Like her judgment was important to him. (Or he just liked to watch her lips move...)

[okteiviakom]

Whatever the reason, Octavia knew he was watching her, so... Maybe she did everything a little slower than she strictly speaking needed to.

Or, hey. Maybe she just wanted to be thorough about this first sip. Really feel it all over her tongue to get the full taste.

And then she swallowed, to give her verdict. "Well, it's got that cidery taste I've never really gotten used to," she said. "But the taste of fruit is... very good."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer, who had swallowed with her, managed a, "Hm?" and then a, "Duly noted. About the, ah. Cider taste."