Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Evening

[okteiviakom]

Another Sunday, another date night at the mansion, another meal almost finished. The dessert was more chocolate than it was fruit, but the latter was still very much a part of it. The combination seemed to be just the right thing for Octavia, because...

"Is it too much if I lick the bowl?"

The answer was not going to affect her much.

[ooc: For that guy and also glorious SP.]

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[my_own_advocate]

"Make you feel small," Lucifer said quietly. "Humiliated. It felt as if you were-- looking for that a bit, too."

He kissed the top of her head. "But I'll keep in mind this isn't the right way to do so, under those circumstances."

[okteiviakom]

"I was, maybe," Octavia admitted. "And it was fine, bringing up that I was -- that it was getting to me."

A fine use of talking around it, there.

"It felt like the line was between that and talking about doing anything about it."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer nodded. "I wasn't going to," he said. "It was... A threat. Or something to be denied."

[okteiviakom]

"I couldn't know that."

But this was how they learned, so her voice was soft and quiet.

[my_own_advocate]

"No," Lucifer agreed. Kissed the top of her head again, idly. "I was... feeling my way through," he said. "And so, I assume, were you."

[okteiviakom]

"Yeah," Octavia sighed. She was watching them in the mirror again, and wondered a little at getting to see him kiss her head like that, for once. "That's how I found out I really don't like getting hit anywhere near my chest, either."

[my_own_advocate]

"I was going to ask," Lucifer said softly. "Whether you'd like to, ah, add a sort of secondary safe word to our vocabulary. Something for when you don't want to stop, but you would like to move away from what we're doing."

[okteiviakom]

"You know, I remember afterwards that we'd agreed on a gesture, too," Octavia admitted. "That I could've used. Maybe, if I'd remembered."

It was a very fuzzy kind of a headspace to begin with.

"So yeah, something like that would be good."

[my_own_advocate]

"Perhaps a word is easier," Lucifer said. "Orange, or something. In keeping with the fruit theme."

[okteiviakom]

"Like the color, too," Octavia murmured. "Like red, but not quite."

[my_own_advocate]

"Exactly." Lucifer's arm tightened around her waist. "That way, you can tell me to move without breaking our moment, and I won't have to... awkwardly remain in character while figuring out if you actually want me to stop or not."

[okteiviakom]

"Maybe we could find ways for you to ask, too," Octavia offered, tilting her head to look at him. "If you need to."

[my_own_advocate]

"I suppose," Lucifer said. "But it's a bit harder to slip in a genuine question when you're supposed to play strong."

[okteiviakom]

"You could always demand an answer."

[my_own_advocate]

"And then you still could be saying 'no, no' as part of the game," Lucifer pointed out gently. "Though I suppose I could... ask you what color the mattress is, or something."

[okteiviakom]

"And confuse me?" Octavia retorted with a same level of gentleness.

[my_own_advocate]

"Not if we decide it's going to be our code phrase," Lucifer chuckled.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gave a soft snort. "You can't disguise a code phrase, Lucifer."

[my_own_advocate]

"And asking you flat-out, 'Are you really upset or just playing at it?' is going to throw us both out of the moment, darling."

[okteiviakom]

"It's as if there's maybe a middle ground between those two," Octavia teased, gently. "I'm just saying, you already know how to play your part, so I think you would know how to ask 'orange?' or something and still be... strict about it. Just like I think I will answer honestly if I need the out."

[my_own_advocate]

"I suppose I could try that," Lucifer allowed.

[okteiviakom]

"We're gonna figure this out," Octavia promised, reaching up to press a little kiss to his jaw. "We can even practice it, sometime."

Which was a thing she was far more comfortable suggesting knowing that he struggled a little, too.

[my_own_advocate]

"All right," Lucifer said, and his hand ran up her arm. "We should."

Another kiss to the top of her head. "I love you, ai niron."

[okteiviakom]

"I love you too, skaifaya," Octavia murmured, soft and gentle.

[my_own_advocate]

"What do you want to do next?" Lucifer murmured. "Or do you have more notes?"