okteiviakom | Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Evening

Lucifer laughed, low in his throat. "I have faith in you."

Octavia pressed her forehead to his, like the gentlest headbutt was the best rebuttal she could come up with.

And maybe it was, considering that was also when her hand was lining him up with her. Her other hand slid to the back of his neck for a good anchoring grip as the tip of his cock pressed at her entrance.

And then, she sank down.

"Oh," Lucifer whispered.

His head dropped back all on its own, his eyes closing.

It had been too long.

It always kind of felt like that, but right now it really had been too long, Octavia's deep sigh agreed.

She settled, for the moment, as he bottomed out. She had to take a second to adjust, to -- just feel.

Lucifer's hands drifted to her waist. His touch was gentle, but he felt-- rooted. Grounded, in her.

"Perfect," he whispered.

His eyes opened again, slowly. He saw the sky, and a few strands of her dark, wet hair.

Octavia only saw him, though through half-lidded eyes.

She gave it another moment, then moved. Not too roughly (yet), but with a certain sense of intent, those filthy endearments from earlier made into flesh and movement. "Oh, that's it," she sighed.

Lucifer groaned softly, his arms wrapping around her. His gaze slid down, until he could see her face, and-- oh.

She was glorious.

"Oh," he whispered again, worshipful. "Mm."

The water made this weird and new. It was like an additional warm embrace around her, but also affected how she moved. Made her feel... not weightless, but more so than usual.

Her smile at him was crooked and breathless.

"How's it feel?"

"Glorious," Lucifer said softly, his hands sliding up along her sides. "How have I survived this long without being inside of you, again?"

Shush. Sometimes sex turned his mind into mush.

No one could blame him for that - or at least Octavia felt zero desire to.

One of her hands had ended up on his shoulder, while the other grasped the edge of the tub behind him for some extra leverage. "I don't know," she replied, an amused edge to her slightly breathy tone. "Don't have to worry about that right now, do you?"

Oh, no. Not with how she moved on top of him. She was starting to get the hang of this half-submerged riding.

Lucifer managed a breathless laugh. "No," he said. "No, I suppose not."

She felt so-- sweet. It all did, warm and beautiful, and he tilted his head to press kisses against her jawline.

Just reflecting that sweetness back at her. And it helped Octavia in sinking further into it, distracting what last little bits of her had still had any attention left for where they were, out on the balcony.

There was just him. The rest was meaningless.

She exhaled something that sounded like a chuckle. And kept moving.

It wasn't like anyone could see them here, unless they chose to fly - or took a large jump up from Selkie Peak. That was what Lucifer loved about this place: you could be in the open, and yet well beyond prying eyes.

"Love you," Lucifer murmured, leaning up to steal a kiss, and then another one, and then another.

"Love you," Octavia echoed. Or mumbled, really, because responding to his kisses was more important. And her hips, picking up their pace, even as the hand that had been on his shoulder crept up to cradle his cheek? Well, that was even more important.

The water sloshed around her. A rough chuckle escaped her mouth against his.

"Is it funny?" Lucifer teased, mouth pulling back into a shallow grin, a hint of laughter caught in the gasp that wrangled its way out of his lips.

He didn't move his hips, fearful as he was to disrupt her equilibrium. He could only sit here, enduring-- and it was incredible.

"The water," Octavia replied, on what was almost a gasp, but still amused, "yeah."

It was ridiculous.

And that made her happy.

"Enjoying it?" Lucifer asked, and that was definitely a bubbling laugh.

"Mhmmm."

She wasn't even sure why there was something tugging so strongly on the corners of her mouth.

The laugh pushed its way out of Lucifer's chest, and he gripped her hips. "Ridiculous."

"No, that's you," Octavia protested.

Laughing, because it was contagious.

"How dare you," Lucifer laughed, and laid one smacker of a kiss on her mouth.

"Oh, I dare," Octavia snickered into it. "I dare plenty."

"You do have me by the cock," Lucifer laughed.

Octavia had been keeping up a rhythm - as frayed and disjointed as it had gotten over this past little laughing fit - but that comment called for her pressing her hips flush against him.

And doing her best to give him a little squeeze.

"Oh, I do."

"Oh fuck," Lucifer moaned, eyes squeezing shut, fingers digging into her hip. "Oh, cheating--"

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