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]

Lucifer chuckled, and turned his head to press a kiss against her cheek. (His vision wasn't yet so bad he couldn't get a good look at her this close.) "Take your time," he teased, and let his hand slide down to her arse as he set his wine down on the nightstand.

[okteiviakom]

"Always," Octavia rasped, leaning just a little further. (Pressing her ass against his hand just a little more.) "There should be a pair of cuffs here..."

[my_own_advocate]

"You think?" Lucifer asked, giving her arse a little squeeze.

It wasn't like his eyes were better than hers.

[okteiviakom]

"I do," Octavia said. "I just can't -- oh, there they are." She took a sip from her glass, then set it aside so she could pick up the pair of leather cuffs in a sort of a gunmetal shade. "I was looking for something green."

[my_own_advocate]

"I don't even remember us getting those," Lucifer admitted. "...The leather ones. Not the green ones."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gave him an amused look. "It's been a long time, babe," she said. "I don't remember half this stuff. I mean, not specifically."

Hence why she thought there might be cuffs, but the color? The material? Eh.

[my_own_advocate]

"I have a very good memory for sex toys, generally," Lucifer protested. "... But we did get a lot of them."

He was a go-with-his-partners-desires kind of devil, and Octavia had a great deal of prop-dependant ones.

[okteiviakom]

It was just one of the many beauties of her, clearly.

"And I was just figuring it out, at the start," Octavia noted. "Trying things and figuring out which made me tick."

[my_own_advocate]

"But tick you did," Lucifer said, grinning. "Wonderfully."

[okteiviakom]

"Mmm."

She straightened up, let her head tilt against his shoulder for a moment.

"I'm thinking of keeping this simple."

[my_own_advocate]

"Sometimes simple is best," Lucifer said, smiling. "May I hear what you're plotting?"

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's head lifted off his shoulder again, and she looked up at him. "Take off your shirt."

All in good time!

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer huffed in amusement, but he pulled away from her. And obeyed, stripping out of his easy - thin, less formal than it would have been once before - white shirt, unbuttoning it before pulling it over his shoulders.

[okteiviakom]

While Octavia looked on approvingly.

"Meizen," she said, softly. Because his guys weren't the only ones thinking their partner just got better with age.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer smiled, and folded the soft linen carefully.

He set it down on the nightstand, next to his wine.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia turned her attention on the cuffs. There was a connector linking them together: she undid the clasps on both, then reached for one of his hands.

"You know I don't really need these," she rasped. "But the symbolic value is too good to pass up, sometimes."

[my_own_advocate]

"You won't hear me arguing," Lucifer said. He didn't just let her take his hand, he held up the other one, too.

[okteiviakom]

So Octavia put one cuff around one wrist, then the other. Nice and snug, since they had a comfortable, fuzzy lining.

She didn't join them together.

"For as long as these are on you," she said, looking up at his face again, "you only touch what I tell you to touch."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer's response was a curt nod.

Something like restraint crept into his entire posture as she closed that last cuff.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia noticed. She gave another quiet, throaty chuckle.

"Oh, look who's a good boy," she murmured, reaching up to caress his cheek because she could.

[my_own_advocate]

"Always, for you," Lucifer said, smiling, leaning into her touch.

[okteiviakom]

He'd clearly earned this continued touch.

And speaking of... "And do you know what good boys get?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Attention?" Lucifer asked, soft and eager at the same time.

[okteiviakom]

It wasn't the word Octavia had been planning to use, but it was clearly much too delicious not to latch on to. In part because even after all these years, she still kind of melted at hearing him sound like that.

"Yes." She dragged a nail down his cheek, leaning up a little, closer. "Lots and lots of attention."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer shivered. His eyes shut involuntarily. "Mm."