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]

"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.

[my_own_advocate]

"Very charmingly," Lucifer said, reaching for another one.

He held it up for her.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia leaned in, purposefully slow.

Her bite was as careful as his had been. Or somewhat, anyway - the eye contact took away some of her care.

[my_own_advocate]

"See," Lucifer murmured, voice tipping a bit lower for-- no reason at all. "Charm."

[okteiviakom]

No reason at all.

Octavia said nothing. She was a bit busy lingering in her lean, even after she'd bitten off half the strawberry.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer made a soft little noise in the back of his throat, his gaze flicking down to her lips.

[okteiviakom]

Oh, there it was: charmed.

Octavia smirked again, but softer. Chewed, swallowed - and licked her lips, now that she had his attention.

[my_own_advocate]

"Too attractive, as well," Lucifer said softly.

He leaned in to kiss those lips.

[okteiviakom]

"'Too', hmm?"

Suppose Octavia had opted for some kind of a brat setting tonight. But not so much so not to let herself get kissed.

Because she very much liked that.

[my_own_advocate]

"Makes a man do foolish things," Lucifer murmured. "Or a devil, as it be."

[okteiviakom]

"And, my devil," Octavia murmured in return, "what's so foolish about kissing me?"

[my_own_advocate]

"I can't remember," Lucifer said, his mouth curving into a small smile, his fingers sliding along the edge of her face, brushing against her hair. "But I find myself with the oddest impulse to throw myself at your feet, as well."

[okteiviakom]

"Yeah, you get that a lot."

Her teeth grazed his bottom lip.

[my_own_advocate]

"You bring it out in me," Lucifer whispered, his thumb sliding along her cheekbone.

He pressed his lips to hers again.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia didn't smartass her way to it, this time.

Just slid one hand to the back of his neck.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer slid a little closer, pressing his arm against the side of the sofa so he wouldn't accidentally clobber her with the remains of the strawberry.

His thumb slid further down, until it brushed against the edge of her jaw.