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 sighed. "It's not my fault my body has decided to throw in a sympathy ailment just because everyone's knees are getting worse."

[okteiviakom]

"I love it," Octavia replied, freely and easily. "For one, we finally have some physical advantage over you."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer groaned. "Of course you do," he muttered.

[okteiviakom]

"What?" Octavia asked, clearly holding back a chuckle. "I like seeing further than you do!"

[my_own_advocate]

"You like having an advantage over me," Lucifer sniffed.

[okteiviakom]

"Yes?"

Unrepentant.

[my_own_advocate]

"Because you're a brat," Lucifer sighed.

[okteiviakom]

"A brat who's spent several decades with an angel," Octavia pointed out, downright cheerfully. "Just let me have this one thing."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer sighed, prodding her thrice in a tattoo. "Must I?"

[okteiviakom]

Octavia snorted, rolling onto her back, as if from the force of the prodding.

"Why wouldn't you?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Because it's not fun needing glasses to see all of your tattoos properly," Lucifer sighed.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia smirked.

"That just means you need to look closer."

[my_own_advocate]

A loud sigh. "Fine," Lucifer said, and pressed his lips against a tattoo.

[okteiviakom]

It was a very intricate flower, that one.

Octavia just gave a soft snort.

[my_own_advocate]

"Suppose I'll have to look at every inch of you very, very closely," LUcifer mused.

[okteiviakom]

"Mm-hmm." That wasn't at all smug, how dare you. "See how it's not so bad after all?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Perhaps I should check right now and make sure none of your tattoos have moved," Lucifer teased.

[okteiviakom]

Snort.

"Perhaps you should, yeah."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer shifted so he could get a very... very... very close look at her chest. "Hm, that one's still there..."

[okteiviakom]

"Oh, good," Octavia replied, on a little chuckle that shook her chest. "I was worried."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer grinned, reaching out to trace a tattoo right along... there...

... or maybe he was just touching her breast. One of the two.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia had an opinion on which it was.

"You're definitely just touching my boob, now."

[my_own_advocate]

"Or perhaps one of your tattoos has moved."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia shook her head.

"No."

[my_own_advocate]

"Who's got a better view, you or me?" Lucifer insisted.

And kissed her nipple.