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]

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."

[my_own_advocate]

"As you wish," Lucifer said, with a faint incline of his head.

And his hands, sliding under her shirt.

[okteiviakom]

"That seems more like it," Octavia hummed, in response.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer chuckled, low in his throat, and pressed her into the table. "I try," he said, cupping her breasts.

[okteiviakom]

"Mmm." She had a healthy appreciation for being pressed against things, and didn't mind showing it with her low hum and her sly smirk. "Well, you're trying now."

[my_own_advocate]

"You did use your words this time," Lucifer said, while he could still get away with it.

He pressed his thigh between hers, fingers exploring her breasts over the fabric of her bra. Tweaking her nipples. Taking his time to enjoy it.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia made a noise. Pleased, again.

"Only because you were being too cautious." Her hands had crept their way up to the back of his neck, and the nails of one hand dragged down his skin, now. "You needed a nudge."

[my_own_advocate]

"Just trying to figure out the rules, darling," Lucifer murmured, dipping down to claim her mouth for an unhurried kiss, as he pressed his leg against her just so, and his fingers moved with more intent against the most sensitive parts of her breast.

[okteiviakom]

Oh look, a ragged sigh. Guess he was doing something right, if the stiffening peak under his fingers wasn't enough evidence.

Or that shameless little grind of her hips against his leg.

[my_own_advocate]

"You feel incredible," Lucifer whispered, and his fingers slid down, slipping under the cups of her bra until they fit all the way inside.

[okteiviakom]

"Do I?" Octavia rasped, even as her breath hitched a little. "How nice for you."

[my_own_advocate]

"Doing nothing for you, then?" Lucifer asked, dipping his head down to kiss her neck as his fingers... resumed doing what they'd done over the fabric, bare moments ago.

[okteiviakom]

"This..." Octavia breathed, scratching a little harder at the back of his neck, "is not about me."

Even if her hips ground against his leg some more.

[my_own_advocate]

"Just for my benefit, then," Lucifer sighed, leaving a trail of kisses along her bare skin.

One hand slid out of her bra. Down, under the waistband of her trousers.

[okteiviakom]

"Mm-hmm," Octavia hummed, while one of her hand slid down to his shoulder.

And then further down.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer's thigh dropped, just a little bit. Enough to give him space. Enough to slip his hand into her panties and press a finger against her clit.

[okteiviakom]

"Careful," Octavia breathed. As if her own hand did not tease at his waistband.

As if her hips didn't press into the touch.