okteiviakom | Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Night

Lucifer shifted, until his back was pressed against the table. That made it easier to take her fully into his arms, though it did mean his lips skimmed over her cheek and jaw for a moment before he found her lips anew.

Octavia could use that moment to breathe, anyway. And to slid her glass onto the table before she tipped it all over herself or him.

Which also freed up her hand for... well, getting a little more handsy with him. Just roaming over his chest.

Lucifer didn't want to push it too far. Not with his own hands, at least. But he was happy to let her touch him - happy to soak in the touches. "Hi there," he murmured, and tried to lick his way into her mouth.

Octavia gave a little hum, and let him, her lips parting further.

She'd missed this. Still aware of her own - current - boundaries, but she had missed this.

And Lucifer was going to be careful not to push this past her boundaries - to let her take those steps. But he had also missed it, and so when her lips parted, he couldn't repress a soft groan as he took advantage of it.

A noise happened in the back of her throat that sounded suspiciously like a rough chuckle.

There was a warmth all over her body, and a vague thought or two flitting through her brain, about steps, as she let herself get a little lost in the deeper kiss.

She felt so good. She smelled incredible. Lucifer let a little, "Incredible," escape from his mouth before he kissed her again, a little more determined.

Like he, too, was finding his footing.

Guess they hadn't forgotten how this worked. At all.

In the middle of it all, one of Octavia's hands reached down for one of his.

Lucifer let her take it (she could take anything). Slipped away from her back, while his other hand slid into her hair.

It was a step. That half-formed thought from a moment ago becoming something real.

Her hand dragged his up her body. And while she was once again taking her teeth to his bottom lip, she pressed his hand against her chest - his palm against her breast.

Even over more than one layer of clothing, it was... "Mm."

"Oh," Lucifer breathed, and then there were teeth, and he sighed, "Oh."

It had been too long since he'd felt the swell of her breast under his hand. Clothes or not. It was-- sweet.

And firm, and completely lacking in hesitation, thanks to the way Octavia's hand pressed down on his.

"Just a reminder," Octavia breathed, before a sharper bite.

That bite sparked something close to pain, and Lucifer groaned. "How can I forget," he babbled, giving the slightest squeeze.

Prompting a noise from Octavia, in turn. The layers of fabric between them weren't too thick, there, and maybe he could feel her nipple getting more... obvious, against his palm.

The impulse to drag his other hand down to join the first was there, and even though she didn't go with it, she savored the thought.

"Shouldn't forget," she half-hissed.

"Never," Lucifer whispered, and pressed back into her mouth. His fingers grew firmer, his palm rubbing against her nipple.

Okay never mind about the restraint, because apparently Octavia's other hand was now going for the wrist of his other hand, because while she loved it in her hair, she did also have a whole other breast going completely ignored.

She kissed him breathlessly.

He put up no resistance at all. Lucifer's hand settled over her other breast like it belonged there. Moved, mindful of the sensitive skin, kneading and playing.

He moaned softly.

It did belong there.

And considering everything they'd done before, it had no right being so hot to Octavia as it was, but guess deprivation did a lot to boost sensations, because her heart was racing.

"We'll have to -- do something with this someday."

"Yes," Lucifer said, glancing down at his hands against her chest. "Yes, we will."

"But not today."

Despite every signal her body was trying to give her.

She forced herself into a deep inhale, right by his lips.

"I think it's time you... go."

"Of course," Lucifer said softly. He pressed one last kiss against her mouth. It was gentle.

Telling his body that it might not get the specific release it now craved, but it would get one, soon enough.

He pulled away from her, slipping away from the table. Towards the stairs.

He really needed to stop doing that random gentle thing when Octavia was trying to keep a mood going.

So how convenient that she could rasp, "Don't forget your wine."

It honestly hadn't felt like a mood-killer or even particularly mood-defiant.

"Good point," Lucifer said, and stopped in his tracks, reaching juuust past her to swipe his glass from the table.

And took a demonstrative sip, just because.

Look, there was mood-killing, and then there was Octavia's need right now to not have the ghost of his gentle kiss be her top memory when he went away for fear that it would leave her floundering around, want withering away again.

(Last time had clearly done a number on her.)

She didn't actually care about his wine at all. It was an excuse to get him to turn back long enough for her to grab him and kiss him one last time the right way, which was... aggressive, something she would feel for a moment afterwards.

She sounded breathless, almost growly as she let go. "Now go."

Oh. Well. Yes.

"Yes," Lucifer breathed, hair a bit askew now and pupils blown. If she paid attention, she could see the line of his cock already visible against his trousers in the moment before he turned.

And headed up the stairs.

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