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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[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?

[my_own_advocate]

He didn't believe it. And he was glad for that.

Lucifer made haste to get upstairs. First, he found a small armchair in the corner, and moved it to the side of the bed.

Then, his fingers moved to rid himself of his jacket; to open up each button of his shirt, undo his laces, unbutton his trousers. He kept going until he stood naked before the mirror (in more ways than one, he thought).

[okteiviakom]

Octavia was purposefully much, much slower about getting moving. She grabbed her phone, got herself another slim bottle of cider, and picked something else up from her bag by the door.

Then she finally headed up the stairs.

[my_own_advocate]

The waiting was a part of this, wasn't it?

So Lucifer... held still, tried to not as much as sway in place.

[okteiviakom]

The waiting was very much a part of this. Octavia could show her control over the situation by making him follow her orders without her being in the room - and she could derive pleasure from seeing that he had.

That he was.

Which she did right now, stepping into the room. She stopped near the door, just so she could spend a second looking him over.

"Oh, good Devil."

(There was a part of her that wanted to just jump him right now. But, no.)

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer turned his attention away from the mirror for a moment to look at her, mouth curving into a smile.

"As you requested."

[okteiviakom]

"Keep your eyes on the mirror, darling," Octavia told him, casually. "You'll see as much of me as I decide."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer turned away again, eyeing himself up in the mirror.

Well. Always good to get the reminder he was incredibly attractive.

[okteiviakom]

He was.

Octavia was still eyeing him as she sauntered to the arm chair. She looked at it, then at the mirror, then shifted the chair juuust a little. And then plopped into it, with her things. (For now.)

"Oh, yeah, this view works." At a slight angle, where she could still see his back but also got a good view of his front through the mirror. She raised her free hand and even gave him a little finger wave through it. "Hi."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer's mouth quirked, fond, if also interested. "Hello," he said.

[okteiviakom]

"Miss me?"

There was no reason for her gaze to slide away from his face and down his body with that question.

(Yes there was.)

[my_own_advocate]

"Very much," Lucifer said.

He was... absolutely trying to watch her as much as he possibly could, yes.