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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[okteiviakom]

"True," Octavia replied.

So she was finding herself poking at the bits and bobs.

[my_own_advocate]

They were souvenirs from Lucifer's time in LA, in part - leather jackets and sweatshirts from when he'd tried to be Dan, costumes from shows, almost-disguises like the turtlenecks and polos from his time pretending to be married to Cain.

The rest of them were souvenirs, too. Just from... different times, different places, across the ages.

Lucifer took his flask from his pocket and took a sip.

[okteiviakom]

Of course Octavia got stuck admiring the leather jackets a little longer than some of the other things.

But then that seemed to give her an idea, sending her clearly looking for something.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer watched her flit off, but, well. He wasn't going to interrupt her looking.

So he took another sip, staying to watch.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia managed to find a nice pair of leather pants, but just hung those over her other arm as she looked for something else.

A shirt.

She'd know what she was looking for when she found it. She had a vague instinct she was following.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer eyed the leather trousers and... vaguely hoped they were proper leather trousers and he hadn't misfiled some orgy pants somewhere.

Call it an old trauma. "Finding what you're looking for?"

[okteiviakom]

This was Octavia: they were definitely proper leather pants. (Though she might be intrigued by orgy ones.)

"Almost," she said, catching the sleeve of a shirt between her fingers to feel the fabric, then letting it go again.

[my_own_advocate]

"Then don't let me interrupt your process," Lucifer teased.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia snorted. "I don't have a pro--"

And then she cut off on a little noise of curiosity, which then led to seeming somewhat pleased with the discovery of a silk button-down shirt, just a little flowy, and dark but not black.

"I don't know about fun," she said as she turned towards him with the pants and the shirt, "but I think I wanna see these."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer laughed. He wasn't sure whether it was surprise or something else. But he reached for the pants, first. "As you wish."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia raised her eyebrows a little at the laugh, but didn't ask.

"As I do," she agreed.

[my_own_advocate]

"All right."

Lucifer reached down to take off his shoes, then back up to undo the button on his trousers. They dropped neatly to the floor.

It wasn't like he was going to ask her to turn around, or anything.

Instead he just moved on to pulling on the leather pants-- thankfully, they still fit. "Not one of the orgy pants, then."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's gaze flicked up from -- well, a little further down, to his face.

"... Orgy pants?"

[my_own_advocate]

"I have some leather trousers with some, ah, well-placed holes," Lucifer said, as he pulled the pants over his hips. "I call them orgy pants, because, well. They're very useful in orgies."

[okteiviakom]

"You'd think there'd be no pants in orgies," Octavia noted as her attention slid downwards again.

She just liked this visual, okay.

[my_own_advocate]

"Oh, please. As if you don't understand the value of covering strategic parts of one's anatomy during sex," Lucifer said.

His fingers slid up, to undo the buttons of his shirt, the jacket already put aside.

[okteiviakom]

"I understand it," Octavia retorted, "I just wasn't sure you do."

[my_own_advocate]

"I think you're very sexy covered in nothing but leather straps, darling," Lucifer teased. "And sometimes orgy pants are fun."

He put his shirt aside, and reached for the one she'd found.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia held it out for him.

"Guess we should put that to the test, sometime."

[my_own_advocate]

"Always happy to experiment," Lucifer teased, sliding on one sleeve, then the other.

[okteiviakom]

"Of course you are," Octavia replied with a faint smirk, watching him.

Or his hands, really.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer beamed back at her as he did up the buttons. "Do you approve?"

[okteiviakom]

"Of the experimenting," Octavia rasped, "or the look?"

[my_own_advocate]

"The look," Lucifer clarified, brushing over the shirt. It felt nice.

[okteiviakom]

"I was waiting to see the entirety of it."

And did stepping closer help her see it better? Yes, because obviously fabric meant she also had to see with her hands - which now ran down over his sides, to feel the point where silk gave way to leather, and back the other way.