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]

"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.

[okteiviakom]

While Octavia was ogling his dick. As you do.

"How much is 'very much'?"

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer made a faintly amused noise. "Counted the seconds."

[okteiviakom]

"And how much do you miss me now?"

That was a bit of a lower rasp.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer's mouth quirked.

"Still counting."

[okteiviakom]

"To what?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Every moment I can't touch you," Lucifer said.

[okteiviakom]

"Well that's going to be a long wait," Octavia drawled, finally looking up at his face again. "I'd just stop counting now."

[my_own_advocate]

"Oh, I'm sure I'll be distracted away from it in due time," Lucifer said, tilting his head. "But you asked."

[okteiviakom]

"I get to be curious," Octavia replied, a little airily.

Just because.

[my_own_advocate]

"I never said you couldn't," Lucifer said, glancing down at the floor.

[okteiviakom]

"I never suggested you did," Octavia retorted. "I don't think you'd dare."

[my_own_advocate]

"I would not," Lucifer agreed softly.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia nodded, even though he wasn't looking at her. She was looking at him, though, taking in -- all of him.

(And suddenly felt very clothed. Safe.)

She got up, and went to the drawer by the bed. She'd brought everything else from downstairs, but there was something she needed from here...

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer didn't watch her, this time. He kept his gaze on the floor.

It felt appropriate.

[okteiviakom]

"You've gone all coy," Octavia drawled as she returned. Stepped up close to him, actually, but did not touch him. "Good."

And now there were two things being held out into his field of vision: a familiar bottle of lube from the drawer, and a less familiar but extremely sleek-looking cylinder.

[my_own_advocate]

"Finally breaking out the new toy?" Lucifer asked, ignoring the shiver playing along his spine.

[okteiviakom]

"Yes," Octavia replied, simply. "Take them."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer's hands reached out and closed around both.

He pulled them towards himself.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia let go of them as soon as she felt he had a good grip. She was very deliberate about not letting her hands brush against his.

"Lube up," she said, as she turned to return to her chair, and flopped onto it, as casual as could be. "Inside the sleeve, too."