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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[okteiviakom]

Octavia noticed it before she actually noticed it. Just, something in the back of her mind feeling like a connection.

And once she realized what it was, she stayed with it. Feeling his chest move against her back with every inhale. His breath against her neck on every exhale.

Too sacred to just let go immediately.

[my_own_advocate]

They were in sync again. For what felt like the first time in a while. It was precious, and Lucifer wanted to cling through it.

Even as their shared breathing slowed.

[okteiviakom]

It was not what Octavia had expected when she'd sent him off to the bedroom with his wine.

She lingered in it for a long, long moment more, until they'd been breathing at a slow and steady pace for a little while, before her hand reached for his wrist again.

"As much fun as it would be to make you keep doing it..." she said, quiet and a little hoarse, as she drew his hand away.

[my_own_advocate]

And just as easily as Lucifer's hand had slipped in, he slipped it out. His fingers were still wet and sticky. "Of course."

[okteiviakom]

So they were.

And Octavia was seemingly careless about drawing his hand up near his face.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer's lips parted before she even got very far with it.

[okteiviakom]

Oh, good Devil.

Octavia's glance back didn't look as idle as it tried to when she guided his fingers to his mouth.

[my_own_advocate]

He didn't try to read into it. He merely took to the task at hand, sucking his fingers into his mouth, his tongue darting around to make sure they were clean.

Oh.

He'd missed that taste.

He made a noise.

[okteiviakom]

Okay, so it didn't stay a glance. She watched him. Or his hand. His lips, his mouth, maybe a little glimpse of his tongue.

And then he made that noise and it felt like it went straight through her.

(No one could blame her for thinking about how he would act once she managed to get the courage to actually make him eat her out again.)

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer's eyes, at half-lid, cracked open again.

He caught her eye.

[okteiviakom]

He caught her looking at him with a languid sense of longing on her face.

She didn't look away.

[my_own_advocate]

It broke something in whatever serene, almost in-control facade he'd put up in the past... however many minutes. Lucifer exhaled an almost-painful breath.

Anything, he thought.

He kept his fingers between his lips.

[okteiviakom]

There was something almost helpless about Octavia's answering exhale.

"You really don't need any kind of a leash, do you?" she murmured.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer would have answered - perhaps something inappropriately smart-arsed - but his mouth was full.

It was just the corners of it that lifted.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia finally drew his hand away again.

But slowly.

[my_own_advocate]

And so, Lucifer's fingers slipped out of his mouth, half-inch by half-inch.

"Good," he murmured.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia was transfixed by the sight.

"Yes," she whispered, "you have been."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer exhaled.

"No more than you deserve."

[okteiviakom]

Finally, Octavia shifted to turn around all the way, to face him.

Clearly at a loss for words, just watching his face.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer dropped his hand to his side and watched her back.

Wanting to kiss her again.

Not doing it.

[okteiviakom]

He didn't need to.

Octavia did it for him. Soft and slow and with a great deal of warmth.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer let out a soft sigh against her lips, and returned the kiss in the spirit it was given. With all the love in his heart.

There was quite a bit of it.

[okteiviakom]

It felt like it.

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.

[my_own_advocate]

And slowly, his hand came up, almost to match her.

Lucifer cupped her cheek, and kissed her sweetly, softly, drawing it out.

[okteiviakom]

It was all so soft. And Octavia... maybe needed something like that. To come down from all they'd been doing.

She murmured some fragments of things in Trig, in between. Love and adoration.