Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Evening

[okteiviakom]

Tomorrow, they'd be home in the Bahamas again, most likely. But right now... Octavia and Lucifer were exploring the latter's old mansion. In Octavia's case, with a glass of wine in hand, and a sort of a permanent mix of amusement and curiosity on her face.

"Oh, there's a lot that hasn't been done yet, isn't there?" she said, peering into the living room. "Weird."

[ooc: For that guy with all the gray! No, the other one.]

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[my_own_advocate]

"I was not," Lucifer said firmly, and took a pointed swig of his own wine.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia snorted. She raised her free hand in a vague gesture of waving something away. "'Oh but the netting, miss Octavia, I cannot stand for it!'"

Her approximation of his accent had not actually gotten much better over the years.

[my_own_advocate]

"That is not how I sound," Lucifer said, pointedly. "And his terrible interior design skills back then are an entirely different matter."

[okteiviakom]

One placating gesture later, Octavia let her hand drop.

"Still creative," she said, softer, "but okay, sure."

[my_own_advocate]

"I was going for something a bit more innuendo-y," Lucifer said.

[okteiviakom]

"This house has seen a lot," Octavia replied with a touch of something wry, reaching out for free his hand to tug him a little closer to her side. "Sometimes it helps to be more specific."

[my_own_advocate]

"It's me," Lucifer sighed, but he went willingly, and with a smile. "When isn't whatever I say about innuendo?"

[okteiviakom]

"Surprisingly often," Octavia quipped.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer shot her a cross Look. "In our date night spaces?"

[okteiviakom]

"Was the 'surprisingly' not clear enough?"

[my_own_advocate]

"You remain as bratty as you ever were," Lucifer sighed, tugging her arm around his waist.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia smirked as her arm settled around his waist. "Now there's something that's not even a little bit surprising," she rasped. "As hard as I've tried to age out of being called a brat."

[my_own_advocate]

"You haven't actually tried even a little."

[okteiviakom]

"I'm over fifty, Lucifer," Octavia pointed out. "I think I deserve some credit for trying a little, by now."

[my_own_advocate]

"And you clung on to your brathood all the way to fifty and beyond."

[okteiviakom]

"Well," Octavia drawled, giving his waist an idle little squeeze. "It does always get your attention..."

[my_own_advocate]

"Almost as much as you taking your top off," Lucifer allowed.

[okteiviakom]

Snort.

"And the combination can't be beat."

This seemed like a good time for another sip.

[my_own_advocate]

"I've never pretended to be complicated about that sort of thing," Lucifer said, and freed his hand so he could swat her arse.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's laugh had no business sounding at all surprised, after all this time. So maybe it was just delight, instead.

"I know, sometimes it's enough that I just exist."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer chuckled.

"Speaking of you existing places," he said, "Shall we head towards the bedroom?"

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gave him a tiny nod, and a nudge. "I am curious to see if the swing is up yet..."

[my_own_advocate]

"So many good memories of that swing," Lucifer sighed. He pulled away and made his way towards the stairs.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia followed along after him.

Sometimes it was just fun to watch him move.

[my_own_advocate]

His body was changing to age with them, manifesting harmless frailties here and there. But it still held that celestial grace, easy and full of import as it was.

And the little ass-wiggle on the last step, well, that was pure Lucifer.