okteiviakom | Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Night

Well, technically Octavia's phrasing had left him the option of not doing that, but it would probably please her that he had.

For her part, she downed what was left of her cider, then got off the couch. Made her way into the kitchen, got a big glass, filled it with water.

Then she began to make her way upstairs.

He missed her. Much like last time, the need to be able to reach out to Octavia and touch her was-- great. But at least they'd had sex again, in a way. That felt. Good.

And not just because of the orgasm.

Lucifer sighed and groped around for his wine, eyes still half-closed.

At least this time Octavia was already in the same house. And knew not to leave him on his own. She just had not developed any notable powers for teleportation yet, so, she had to actually move between places the old-fashioned way.

But it wasn't very long before the door opened (she liked that he'd closed it), and she stepped in.

She felt weird about seeing him in the flesh like this, all the evidence still so obvious. But that didn't stop her from taking a thorough look.

Should've put on my trousers, he almost said aloud.

But no, they'd had a deal. Lucifer would not be the one to break the scene. He turned his head instead, and locked eyes on her.

"Octavia."

He wanted to reach out for her. Badly.

Well, Octavia came closer. In fact, she sat down on the edge of the bed as if it was nothing.

But then she held out the glass for him.

"You should drink some water."

It wasn't what he wanted, really. But Lucifer set his wine back down and reached for the water. "Thank you," he said, and took a sip.

Octavia gave a faint nod, but seemed more interested in just... letting her gaze sweep down his naked body like it was something new to her.

Like it was a point of interest.

Lucifer watched her watch him, his fingers wrapping around the glass the way he really wanted to put them-- just about anywhere on her.

He said nothing. (He knew he was a mess.)

Eventually, Octavia's gaze ended up back on his face. Her head tilted, her hand moved. The backs of her fingers ran down his jaw.

Then she pressed two of her fingertips against his lips.

They were dry, now, but still had her scent, her taste.

(She was seeing where her boundaries were. Emboldened some by her post-orgasmic yet still keyed up state.)

And Lucifer was powerless to do anything but let his lips part.

He could smell her from here. Something in his abdomen seemed to warm instantly.

And so her fingertips slid past his lips, into his mouth, to meet his tongue.

She said nothing, just watched his face.

There was something enraptured about the look on Lucifer's face. Utterly spellbound.

A little dirty.

He didn't move, bar to press the pad of his tongue more firmly against her fingers. He hadn't tasted her in over a month, and doing so again was-- incredible.

Octavia's hand moved a little, though only so she could make sure he got her taste on his tongue.

And watching his face, the look on it, she knew she still wanted to do something. With him. If she could navigate past her own walls enough. Find the right loophole.

Lucifer let out a wet sigh around her fingers. It was as if some tension in his shoulders had given way, and while he still made no effort to touch her, he slumped towards her noticably.

Throwing himself at her feet, in a way, without actually doing so.

Octavia stayed as she was. Mostly. Her other hand crept up to idly brush over his shoulder.

"I'm not getting any less dressed than this," she murmured. Almost like she was just thinking out loud.

Lucifer's eyes watched her. There was no surprise in them; just acceptance.

Slowly, Octavia's hand pulled back.

She wiped off her fingers on his chin.

"What would you do for me?" To me, but that didn't feel right for the mood.

Lucifer's eyes slid up from her fingers to her face. "Anything," he breathed. "Everything."

In the moment, it felt true.

It was also not a particularly helpful reply for Octavia's current dilemma, but she could hardly blame him.

He was just being obedient.

He was just showing his love.

Her hand traveled down his jaw again.

Lucifer's eyes fluttered shut.

"I think about touching you," he whispered. "But I won't."

"What if I let you?" Octavia asked just as quietly, fingertips ever so light against his skin. "Not with free reign, obviously."

"Please."

His voice was even quieter.

Octavia's gaze flicked down towards his hands. Then back up to his face.

She leaned over to press a kiss against his forehead. And then a single word.

"Okay."

But he would have to wait a moment to find out how.

Lucifer's hands were folded neatly in his lap. Not touching.

He let out a soft sigh at the touch of her lips.

Octavia pressed another kiss closer towards his temple, just because.

Then she moved, to climb properly onto the bed.

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