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 hummed another 'mmmh', low in her throat. Her fingers curled into the fabric of his pants.

She swallowed as warmth pooled in the pit of her stomach. "You're... starting to get it. The point of this."

[my_own_advocate]

"Am I?" Lucifer murmured, distracted. He pressed up against her, narrowing the gap within his hand got to work, but he didn't much care about the resulting ache in his wrist.

[okteiviakom]

There was a lot of distraction to go around, right now. Octavia was feeling plenty of it.

She bit her lip, made another noise. Chose to grind against his hand a little, which did not help with her focus, but it did make her feel just wonderful.

[my_own_advocate]

That was the important thing, wasn't it? To make her feel good. "That's it," Lucifer whispered, gaze skimming down her body, to where his hand disappeared down her trousers. He gave her breast the slightest squeeze. "Making me want to drop to my knees, darling."

[okteiviakom]

Another swallow.

"You'd like that too much."

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes," Lucifer said, and kissed her jaw. "I would. I do."

[okteiviakom]

"So..."

A sigh.

Her head tilting, slowly, to leave her jaw and her neck more open.

"No knees for you."

[my_own_advocate]

"Just this, then," Lucifer whispered.

He pressed a sucking kiss against her neck.

His finger moved faster, the rest uncurling to sit between her lips.

[okteiviakom]

"Just th-this," Octavia agreed. A little shaky, sure, but how else was she supposed to sound? And besides: "'S okay, you still get to make me come."

She was very wet against his fingers, by now.

[my_own_advocate]

"I want to," Lucifer breathed.

He did.

His fingers strayed between her folds, pressing against her entrance. They could go no further, not with him abandoning the rhythmic motions he was making against her. He had no interest in doing so.

Perhaps he would fill her later. Perhaps not. But not now.

[okteiviakom]

This was more than enough.

Octavia gave up on talking. Gave up on caring about much but her own pleasure, which now kept on growing as she clung to him, meeting some of his motions with some hip twitches of her own. Grinding.

Taking.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer pressed her up against the table, burying his face in her neck as well he could. He didn't care about the aches and the cramps, just about her skin under his mouth, against his teeth, under his fingers.

There was nothing gentle about his touch now. Just the promise of his fingertips at her entrance, and unyielding pressure that moved against her but never left its target.

[okteiviakom]

Exactly what she needed. Gentle wouldn't have cut it, not here, not upright and pressed against the table, her nails digging into his neck and his pants for no other reason than to anchor her.

And once she gave herself fully into it, it didn't take long at all. She clung harder, made a guttural noise - and unraveled.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer heard himself panting-- loud and ragged. One breath, two breaths, and then she made a noise and oh, oh, it would never not be beautiful.

His finger slipped away from her, joined the others against her wetness. "Yes," he whispered. Hummed, low in his throat.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia heaved several ragged breaths, her head heavy against his shoulder, her body -- well, his fingers could feel her, couldn't they?

"Good," she breathed, low and full of approval.

[my_own_advocate]

"Was I appropriately dedicated to touching you this time?" Lucifer murmured.

[okteiviakom]

"Mm-hmm." Another breath. "You'll remember what you're missing, now."

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes," Lucifer said, and slid his hands out of her clothes, touching her cheek with slightly-wet fingers.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia made a noise that sounded like the softest snort.

Her head turned.

She licked his fingers.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer released a soft, strangled little gasp.

[okteiviakom]

"I know," Octavia murmured, her eyes flicking over to meet his. "But you don't get this taste right now, either."

She didn't make much of a show about sucking the tips of his fingers into her mouth, because she knew she didn't need to.

[my_own_advocate]

Well. If Lucifer hadn't already been standing at attention - so to speak - he certainly was now. "No," he agreed, voice rough, and wanted nothing more but to taste it in the moment.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia smirked a little, around his fingers. She sucked on them once, twice, just to get all that wetness (sure), then drew away again.

"Now," she said, straightening up as if she wasn't still a little disheveled from everything, just now. "Go upstairs. Take off all your clothes, and stand in front of the mirror."

A beat.

"Oh, and get me a chair."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer sucked in one loud, shaking breath.

"As you wish," he managed, finally, and slipped away from her. Towards the stairs.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia watched him go, for as long as she could.

"Good Devil," she called after him. Sweetly. Kind of?