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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[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.

[okteiviakom]

"I think that just means you're admitting a lack of creativity," Octavia quipped, licking an errant little bit of whipped cream off her thumb. "These strawberries are very good, though."

[my_own_advocate]

"Suppose I could make jam and draw on your face," Lucifer said, amused but unrepentant.

[okteiviakom]

"I'd prefer you didn't do that."

Shocker.

"Sticky."

[my_own_advocate]

"But still delicious."

[okteiviakom]

"Unless you were planning to lick it off my face," Octavia drawled, picking up another strawberry, "I don't think that matters."

[my_own_advocate]

"I think the general idea would be that you lick it off your face," Lucifer said, undeterred. "Or with your fingers."

[okteiviakom]

"You're asking too much of my tongue," Octavia decided. "Pass."

She held her newly dipped strawberry up for him, though.

[my_own_advocate]

"I think you're not giving your tongue enough credit," Lucifer said.

And then leaned forward to take that strawberry carefully into his mouth.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia was very careful about helping it there, too.

Of course, her fingertips also brushed against his lips, but that was fine.

[my_own_advocate]

Very fine.

Lucifer took a bite... gingerly.

He took his sweet time leaning back, too.

[okteiviakom]

But of course.

Octavia was a little less careful about popping the rest of the strawberry into her own mouth.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer chewed slowly, taking his time, his eyes on her.

He did love when she was playful, in her way.

[okteiviakom]

Only way she knew how.

Once she'd swallowed her part, she smirked at him.

[my_own_advocate]

"You are entirely too charming," Lucifer told her. "And far too aware of it."

[okteiviakom]

"What, I'm just eating strawberries."

And playing coy.