okteiviakom | Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Night

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.

And Lucifer watched her. He couldn't look away: not from her primitive sense of grace, nor the picture of her back on his bed with intent to do-- something.

Not for the first time that night, all he could think about was how beautiful she was.

Octavia stretched out luxuriously on the bed.

And then rolled onto her side, facing away from him. Apart from a glance back at him, over her shoulder. "Well, come on then," she rasped, as if he was supposed to have known to move already. (He had not.)

But invitations to be the big spoon for her did not come often.

"Yes," Lucifer said, sounding faintly apologetic, somehow. He slid over towards her, pressing his front to her back. His arm curled around her waist.

It felt good.

It did.

Octavia had her eye on something to make it feel even better (for one of them), but for now... She wanted to take a moment just to appreciate this. The weight and warmth of him against her back, knowing it was his skin against her clothes.

Her hand reached back, trying to guide him to press his face to the crook of her neck.

"Tell me about what it was like," she said, quietly. But like she was still in charge.

"Almost like you were there," Lucifer said softly. "Pushing me. Holding me in your grip. Keeping this... tension in me."

He pressed his face against her neck.

"Just with your words alone."

"Good," Octavia breathed. "That's what I wanted."

Her hand ran down along his arm, all the way to his hand. Her fingers pushed between his.

"You were good."

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