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]

"You're very distractable," Octavia argued, idly, as she tugged on the jacket a little to make sure it was on her all nice and smooth. (Shush, sometimes that kind of thing mattered, even to her.)

"How's it look?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Strong," Lucifer said, a smile playing across his lips. "And soft." And like he wanted to slide his hands under that jacket already, but he kept that to himself.

He nodded towards the mirror on the far end of the closet. "Have a look."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia stepped up a little closer to the mirror, and took a... really rather thorough look at herself, both from the front as well as turning a little to see some of the back, too.

Her head was tilted a little quizzically.

[my_own_advocate]

"You look thoughtful," Lucifer commented, coming up behind her.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia looked up at him through the mirror.

"I'm just figuring it out," she said. "How this looks."

[my_own_advocate]

"All right," Lucifer said, a hand straying towards her back.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia leaned into it. Just a little, as her gaze fell to her body in the mirror again.

"It's soft," she observed.

[my_own_advocate]

"Do you like it?" Lucifer asked.

[okteiviakom]

"I do," she replied, a little quieter.

The pant legs were a little long on her, but there was something about the shape --

[my_own_advocate]

"Do you see what I mean now?" Lucifer murmured, dropping a kiss to the top of her head.

[okteiviakom]

"Yeah," Octavia sighed.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer smiled.

His arm snuck around her waist.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia leaned further into it.

"It's not something I would... readily choose for myself."

But maybe that was the point.

[my_own_advocate]

"And I wouldn't pick this top with these trousers," Lucifer said, smiling. "It's all play, darling. Giving ourselves permission to try new things."

[okteiviakom]

"I'm hearing a soft lecture," Octavia joked, but quietly. "I was just making an observation."

[my_own_advocate]

"Wasn't meant as a lecture," Lucifer said softly. "Just encouragement."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gave that a little hum, as her hand settled on his arm.

Well, not quite settled: her fingertips brushed slowly back and forth against the silk.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer smiled again, and he too, leaned towards her. Into her.

Taking a moment to just enjoy the feeling of it, fabrics and all.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia let her head tilt back against his shoulder, a little, but kept her eyes on the mirror.

Looking at the fabrics and colors, her expression... too vague to be pinned down.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer thought about asking her what she was thinking again, but... chose to give her some space, instead.

Rather than hurrying her up.

He was certainly in no hurry.

[okteiviakom]

The brushing against his sleeve turned slowly into gentle rubbing against his arm through the fabric.

"We look good together," Octavia noted, eventually, a little lower.

[my_own_advocate]

"We do," Lucifer agreed. "Very much so."

[okteiviakom]

"We also need to talk about last week."

No, those thoughts didn't follow each other directly, but they were related. If you were her, at least.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer tilted his head.

"Well, no time like the present, I suppose," he said, though he was a bit unsure which part of last week she wanted to talk about.

[okteiviakom]

"You haven't done anything wrong." That seemed like something that was important to establish right away. "I just... because that's apparently now a thing, I just have a few notes, I guess."