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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[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.

[okteiviakom]

It made Octavia exhale a soft huff as she caught up with him again.

"Now who's the brat?"

[my_own_advocate]

"I never claimed to be otherwise," Lucifer teased, sliding his arm around her waist and moving in to kiss her.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia happily moved in to meet him.

Kissing had always seemed more worthwhile than arguing about who was or wasn't bratty. (A little more, anyway. Arguing had its uses, sometimes.)

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer smiled into it, wrapping his arms around her. (His, still, after all this time. Comfortable now, and solid.)

[okteiviakom]

One of the things growing old could buy, in Octavia's case, had been a sense of stability. It had been a long time coming, but they'd had it for a good long while now.

And with that, she'd managed to gain a sense of calm about her. An ease.

... None of which kept her from sliding her hands down to his ass for a good squeeze while she smirked into the kiss. She was extremely comfortable doing it, see?

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer let out a boyish little chuckle against her mouth, and slid his his free hand under the back of her shirt. He nipped at her bottom lip.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's chuckle was more of a low one, a little more in the throat.

Followed by a little hum.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer pulled away, just so. "Ready for the next set of stairs?" he asked. "Or are we very curious about what I can only imagine are still unused guest bedrooms?"

[okteiviakom]

"I saw the living room," Octavia rasped, "so I think the guest bedrooms aren't going to be interesting. So..." She patted his ass. "Next stairs."

[my_own_advocate]

"And then the door?" Lucifer teased, his voice going down half an octave.

[okteiviakom]

"Oh, we used to be all about the door, weren't we?" Octavia drawled.

As if she hadn't she hadn't found many new but similar ways to put a little ritual into these things in the years since this house.

[my_own_advocate]

"It was a gateway in more ways than one," Lucifer said. He unfurled himself just enough to start tugging her up the stairs.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia followed easily, though keeping her gaze mostly on her feet.

"Our space," she rasped, "and the space outside of it."

[my_own_advocate]

"I do always love our space," Lucifer murmured, heading quickly up those stairs.

[okteiviakom]

"Created in the moment, never entirely the same," Octavia mused as she followed.

[my_own_advocate]

"Just like us," Lucifer said, pulling her onto the landing. "Shall I go first?"

[okteiviakom]

Octavia considered it for a beat, thn nodded.

"Yes."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer grinned brightly, and strode into the bedroom.

Peeling the glasses from his face as he did.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia followed, after a beat.

Then closed the door behind her. Carefully, ceremoniously. (With maybe a little bit of impishness, too.)

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer turned around with a grin, taking a moment just to look her up and down again.

He was utterly convinced she just got more beautiful every year. (Like a sop.)

[okteiviakom]

He and Duke seemed to be in agreement there. Octavia herself, of course, continued to put as little stock into her beauty as she always had.

But she liked it when he looked. She stood by the door and let him.

(Although her clothes remained as dark as they had always been, the fabrics trended softer, these days.)