Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Evening

[okteiviakom]

The main course of the evening would be a nice salad, this week. And that meant Octavia was chopping a lot of fresh things into a bowl that was fast filling up.

"Finally a dish that caters to my skills," she rasped, glancing over at Lucifer putting his finishing touches on the dessert.

[ooc: For that gently modded guy, and likely some SP because that is the Sunday mood.]

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[okteiviakom]

Sometimes she got there, these days: to something light and easy.

Like right now, chuckling a little after pressing a noisier kiss against his cheek.

[my_own_advocate]

"Brat of mine," Lucifer said. He was smiling, almost painfully much.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia made an amused huff of a noise. "Always."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer ran his thumb over her cheekbone.

"Good."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's head tilted a little, into the touch. What else was a woman in her position supposed to do? When he was being so sweet like this with her.

One of her hands rubbed at his lower back as she just smiled up at him.

[my_own_advocate]

"And here I am suddenly struck with the urge to ask you to move in with me all over again," Lucifer teased softly. Teased himself, more than her, really. "How did I get this lucky?"

[okteiviakom]

"You didn't," Octavia replied. "I did."

She very much believed that, too.

[my_own_advocate]

"Agree to disagree," Lucifer said softly. "Because I feel very lucky right now."

[okteiviakom]

"Well, I'm glad," Octavia replied, turning her head a little to press a quick kiss against his hand. "'Cause it means you're here with me."

[my_own_advocate]

"And I'll happily follow you anywhere you'd like to go, darling," Lucifer murmured.

[okteiviakom]

"I know, niron," Octavia murmured, in turn. Nuzzling his hand a little. "And not just that."

[my_own_advocate]

"Mhmm?" Lucifer hummed. Her nuzzling sent little sparks along his skin.

[okteiviakom]

"You'll do whatever I say," Octavia replied, even softer, against his skin.

Like a promise.

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes," Lucifer whispered.

[okteiviakom]

It sent a shiver down Octavia's spine.

And she was finally ready to swith gears.

"You should get your fill of touching me, now," she whispered. "It'll be your last chance for a while."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer nodded.

He caressed her cheek, slid his fingers down along the side of her neck. Touched her sides with both of his hands, settled them on her hips.

Pulled her yet closer.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia just smiled up at him, though there was now a definite edge to it.

Even as she idly rubbed at his back.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer bent down to steal one last kiss.

"Let's, then."

[okteiviakom]

"That's it?" Octavia asked, on an amused snort. "That's all the touching you want to do?"

[my_own_advocate]

"I love you, darling," Lucifer said, smiling, "But what I'd want to do is stick my hands under your shirt and down your trousers, and that feels rather against the point."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's eyebrows climbed way up.

"Oh, you presume to know what the point is, do you?" she drawled.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer tilted his head. "Mm?"

[okteiviakom]

"Kind of feels like you're making up your own rules, there."

[my_own_advocate]

"Fair point," Lucifer allowed, and let his fingers play with the hem of her shirt.

[okteiviakom]

"So here's what we're actually doing," Octavia rasped. "I'm going to give you a moment -- maybe two, to touch me however you like, before I take that away from you."

A beat.

"Take the opportunity like it means something to you."