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]

"I'll keep that in mind," Octavia rasped, as her hands completed their journey to his shoulders.

And then started moving back down, for the waist of his pants.

[my_own_advocate]

"Please do," Lucifer said, looking down to watch her hands move.

[okteiviakom]

They went first to just brush over the leather a little, but then to undo the front of the pants.

And then to beginning to push them down his hips.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer wasn't sure why that caught his breath, just for a second. But it did.

He blamed the brush of her wrist against his skin as she'd moved.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's eyes flicked up to his face, briefly, curious.

Then she went about pushing the pants all the way down past his knees.

[my_own_advocate]

And thus it was Lucifer's turn to step out of each pant leg carefully. "There we go."

[okteiviakom]

"Mm-hm, there we go," Octavia hummed in agreement as she straightened up, then turned to put the pants away as neatly as she had the shirt.

[my_own_advocate]

"Thank you," Lucifer said, smiling.

He supposed it had been less about the attraction of the moment, and more about the same feeling he'd felt when he'd dressed up Duke for their night at the opera: an odd sense of tangible intimacy, not burdened with expectation.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia straightened up again. Her own smile was a little crooked.

"And now you're ready."

[my_own_advocate]

"And you've readied yourself, for the most part," Lucifer said. He held out a hand for her.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's hand met his.

The smile got just a touch less crooked.

[my_own_advocate]

"Come on, love," Lucifer said softly.

He stepped outside, towards the hot tub.

[okteiviakom]

"Don't have to ask me twice," Octavia told him, finding herself murmuring the words as she stepped to follow him.

[my_own_advocate]

"It's strange," Lucifer found himself saying, as he approached the bubbling tub. "What feels different when you and Duke do it."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia thought she already knew what he was talking about.

"Oh?"

She was going to prompt him anyway.

[my_own_advocate]

"Me taking off his clothes," Lucifer murmured. "You taking off mine..."

He let go of her hand as he set one foot into the tub.

"There's something special about it, isn't there?"

[okteiviakom]

"I don't know if I can say," Octavia admitted, watching him. "I haven't... really had a lot of experiences like that when it wasn't special to me, somehow."

[my_own_advocate]

"Well, I obviously have," Lucifer said wryly, and he sat down in the warm water. "I was rather used to feeling tingly... a bit further down."

[okteiviakom]

"Not in your chest?"

She stepped closer to the tub.

[my_own_advocate]

"Usually when people undressed me we were talking quite a few inches lower, yes."

[okteiviakom]

"Sorry we've dragged all the attention way higher," Octavia rasped, as if they didn't also make sure that tingling happened.

Also, she finally moved to slide the jacket off her shoulders.

[my_own_advocate]

"Well, not that much higher," Lucifer said, his eyes predictably falling to her chest.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia snorted, and went to put the jacket aside where it would be safe and dry.

And then moved to climb in, finally.

[my_own_advocate]

"Hello, beautiful," Lucifer said, shifting just a bit to give her space - in the perfect spot, right beside him.

[okteiviakom]

"Ha yun, boda opa," Octavia drawled as she settled into exactly that perfect spot, sighing a little as the warmth of the water hugged her up to her chest.