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]

"Oh, that's right," Octavia murmured, on an exhale.

Her teeth found his lip, for a little bite. Or two.

[my_own_advocate]

Mmmm.

Lucifer's fingers trailed down her back, nails just lightly scraping against her skin. "Yes..."

[okteiviakom]

Just a slightly sharper bite. Just the one, and then Octavia soothed it with a little flick of her tongue against his lip.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer let out a hum, soft and pleased, feeling himself harden more. An errant hand slid down, settling over her hip under the water. Giving it a squeeze.

Or perhaps, getting a firm grip.

[okteiviakom]

Felt like the latter to her.

Octavia's own hand slid to his shoulder. Then to his chest, right around where the air met the water.

[my_own_advocate]

His hand stayed where it was. Lucifer sighed, licking his way into her mouth.

His hips rocked against her, oh so lightly.

[okteiviakom]

The weight of her sideways on his thighs probably made 'lightly' the only option that wasn't going to just jostle her, too.

Octavia's lips parted further for him again, easy, greedy.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer groaned, taking what was offered, kissing her with purely filthy intent.

There was something fun about doing it in the water. Comforting.

But also very hot.

He squeezed her hip, running his fingers along her thigh. Over it.

[okteiviakom]

His touch felt odd under the water. Unfamiliar. New, even. And none of those things were bad.

Octavia matched the intensity of his kiss while her own hand dipped below the surface.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer's hand slid between her knees. Something fun squeezed in his abdomen.

He broke away from her mouth, just to leave biting kisses along her jaw.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia inhaled a ragged breath, exhaled a sigh.

"Oh, that's my Lucifer," she murmured, letting her head tip a little to the side.

[my_own_advocate]

"And my Octavia," Lucifer murmured, before he bit at the tender skin of her neck, and his hand slid up between her thighs.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gave a happy little gasp at the bite.

The little shimmy that left her thighs a little further apart? Accidental, of course.

[my_own_advocate]

Of course.

"Perfect," Lucifer murmured, his fingers now splayed across the most sensitive parts of her inner thighs. "Can I touch you further, darling..."

[okteiviakom]

"Yes," Octavia sighed. "I'm giving you permission to make this even more sexy."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer laughed softly. "As you wish," he said, and slipped his hand between her legs, pressing against her sensitive nerves.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia made a low noise of approval. The sensitive nerves in question weren't as sensitive as they could be, but the pressure was... appreciated. Did something.

She pressed a little kiss on his cheek.

[my_own_advocate]

It was a start. Lucifer kissed her cheek in turn, and murmured, "How sexy would you like this to be?" and kissed her mouth, and...

[okteiviakom]

Octavia had been about to ask "how sexy can you make it?" but then he'd kissed her, and, well. Guess she could try and communicate that sentiment through kissing him back, instead.

It was not less intense than it had been before.

[my_own_advocate]

No. No, certainly not. He groaned, found himself distracted again, lost in it, kissing her with bold intent. Perhaps he should move her, or ask her to move, or just-- just move his other hand, up her chest, to rest against her breast.

The other cupped her-- elsewhere, possessive or a promise or both.

[okteiviakom]

Either was good. Both was very good, and an appreciative noise escaped Octavia against his mouth.

Her own hand slid further down his chest, as if by accident.

[my_own_advocate]

"Mine," Lucifer whispered against her lips, his fingertips pinching her nipple, palm tensing against her.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's hand stuttered faintly on its downward trek as she exhaled a groan.

"Yours," she agreed, breathless, low.

[my_own_advocate]

"And I'll take you," Lucifer whispered, trailing kisses back down her neck.

[okteiviakom]

"Please," Octavia replied, low and raspy and... compelled. "Please, do."

Under the water, her hand found his length.