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]

"I'm an angel," Lucifer returned. "And one quite familiar with satisfying several humans at once." He grinned. "I think I can handle adding 'touching you while telling you how proud I am of you' to the list."

[okteiviakom]

"I guess we'll see," Octavia said with a teasing rasp.

Not at all thinking about what that would be like, now. Not. At. All.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer laughed, and pressed his face into her neck, nuzzling her.

He didn't feel light, exactly. If anything, he felt like both of his feet were firmly on the ground - with something ahead worth walking towards.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia made a noise in her throat and hugged him closer.

Yeah. They were more in sync again. And it was good.