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]

"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."

[my_own_advocate]

"Suppose that's fair," Lucifer murmured. "We did wander rather far off our usual path."

[okteiviakom]

"From now on, if I say 'just pain'," Octavia replied, her own voice dropping into a murmur, as she turned her head a little more towards his neck, "we should stick to that."

[my_own_advocate]

I thought I was, he nearly said, but he caught the defensive words before they made it out of his mouth. "All right," Lucifer said quietly.

[okteiviakom]

"That means not talking about fucking me, either," Octavia clarified, in response to... Well, either feeling like there was something he hadn't said, or just needing to make sure.

[my_own_advocate]

"That wasn't meant to be about sex, darling," Lucifer said, gently. "Though I'll keep it in mind."