Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Night

[okteiviakom]

It was a very 90s alt rock kind of evening at the mansion, this particular Sunday. Which didn't actually mean much except that Octavia had commandeered the living room sound system for a bunch of Jane's Addiction and the like.

And also that dinner was even more of a relaxed affair than it usually was, meaning it was one they could enjoy on the couch. Easy, relatively non-messy finger foods.

"What was this one, again?" Octavia asked, reaching for one of the dessert ones.

[ooc: For that guy.]

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[my_own_advocate]

"She says, as if she has a choice," Lucifer said, amused.

[okteiviakom]

"I do, actually," Octavia replied. "Because you know better than to waste food around me."

It was light, but, you know. A reminder.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer sighed. "Oh, make it serious, why don't you," he said. But he popped the next churro into his mouth.

[okteiviakom]

"I will do anything it takes to keep you from flinging food at me," Octavia retorted.

And leaned over to steal a quick peck of a kiss. Just because.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer sighed, but he clearly didn't mean it. "Just finish your dessert so I can get the strawberries."

[okteiviakom]

"Bossy," Octavia huffed.

Not an objection, though. She was happy to make her way through what little was left.

[my_own_advocate]

"For now," Lucifer said brightly.

(Though he had another surprise for her, first.)

[okteiviakom]

Octavia snorted.

And picked up her last churro.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer rose from the sofa with a grin. "Do take your time," he teased, as he walked towards the kitchen.

[okteiviakom]

"Oh, I'm savoring," Octavia assured him. While maybe leering at him for as long as she could.

That was savoring, too.

[my_own_advocate]

Well, good. Lucifer didn't wear the extra snug trousers to these dates for no reason, after all.

But he vanished into the kitchen to rifle 'round for the strawberries.

Ah, there.

[okteiviakom]

While Octavia picked up the plate that had the last of her peanut butter things, and curled up a little more in her corner of the couch to keep at her savoring.

Yes, still just as tasty as the first go-round.

[my_own_advocate]

And lo and behold, Lucifer returned, a place of chocolate-covered strawberries in one hand and a can of whipped cream in the other. "We have not had nearly enough sugar."

[okteiviakom]

"I'm not sure that's true," Octavia replied, looking up with an amused expression. "But I'm not complaining."

[my_own_advocate]

"Good, because I'd be terribly sad if you did," Lucifer sniffed. He held out the plate for her. "How much whipped cream would you like?"

[okteiviakom]

"Enough?" Octavia suggested as she took the plate. She wasn't really much of an expert on whipped cream. "Surprise me."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer laughed. "Enough is relative," he said, and leaned over to leave...

Oh. That was a lot of whipped cream.

[okteiviakom]

It was, judging by Octavia's extra amused look, too.

"Well," she rasped. "Looks like I'm gonna have more than enough."

[my_own_advocate]

"It's my way of getting whipped cream all over your face without technically wasting any food," Lucifer said, grinning.

[okteiviakom]

Snort.

"So am I supposed to put my entire face against the plate, or...?"

[my_own_advocate]

"You're supposed to take one, try to eat it, and get cream all over your adorable nose."

[okteiviakom]

"I'm sure you could come up with less convoluted ways to get me to make a mess."

Just saying.

While picking up one of the strawberries.

[my_own_advocate]

"Tempting," Lucifer said, smirking, "But I do occasionally like to get you to make a mess while you still have your clothes on."

[okteiviakom]

"Oh, did you think I was talking about something other than that?"

The strawberry got dipped into the whipped cream. Then she bit into it. It went nowhere close enough to her nose for a mess, alas.

[my_own_advocate]

"Well, we just discussed how it wouldn't be right for me to get you messy in any other PG-13-themed way due to the waste of food," Lucifer pointed out.