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]

"I'd like to think not," Lucifer said, grinning, "But it does offer us quite a bit of pre-date-night anticipation."

[okteiviakom]

"Does that mean you'll be thinking about it too?" Octavia teased, craning her neck to peer up at him. "Wondering?"

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer smirked back at her, fond. "Yes. Obviously."

[okteiviakom]

"Obviously," Octavia agreed. "Good."

[my_own_advocate]

"You know I always look forward to you doing your worst," Lucifer added.

It was almost a purr.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's lips twitched further into a smirk.

"Good, because it's hard to resist."

(That was... not entirely true, all things lately considered. But she enjoyed her re-discovered ability to say so.)

[my_own_advocate]

And Lucifer wasn't about to call her on anything. He just laughed, and pressed another kiss to the top of her head, and enjoyed the moment.