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]

Octavia snorted.

"I wasn't worried."

[my_own_advocate]

"If you insist," Lucifer teased, sliding an arm around her. "Niron?"

[okteiviakom]

Octavia nuzzled at his skin some more.

"Hm?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Look up," Lucifer said softly.

It had taken him a full day to put up the velvet, and cut holes in the right places to resemble the constellations in the sky right above the Rouge, and string up all the little LEDs. But they were there, glowing gently in the relative darkness of the room.

[okteiviakom]

So Octavia looked up as prompted, not sure what she was expecting to see.

But definitely not that.

"... Oh."

It was a soft, awed sound.

[my_own_advocate]

"I couldn't get it out of my head after our conversation on Friday," Lucifer admitted softly.

[okteiviakom]

"I can see that," Octavia murmured, her gaze nailed to the ceiling. She could have sworn the constellations -- they were real. "Did you do this all yourself?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes," Lucifer admitted. "I suppose I should have professionals come in and do it properly, just to make sure I haven't crossed any wires, but..."

[okteiviakom]

"I love it."

She would also love for him to not accidentally burn the house down, but -- she loved it.

[my_own_advocate]

"Because these nights aren't only about delightful sexcapades," Lucifer said, his hand sliding down to grasp hers again.

[okteiviakom]

"Aren't they?"

She knew. They never had been.

She gave his hand a squeeze.

[my_own_advocate]

"They're about making a space for us," Lucifer said quietly, "Where we can come closer together. Not just dirtily."

[okteiviakom]

Any moment now, Octavia was going to be able to pry her eyes away from the fake sky above and actually look at him again.

Just not yet.

"Where we can be us," she murmured.

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes," Lucifer said, and then-- "Do you recognize it?"

[okteiviakom]

"It feels familiar," Octavia admitted, now squinting up a little harder when that question seemed to suggest that she was on the right track in thinking that she should recognize it.

And then something clicked.

"... Is this the constellations above the port?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Right now, yes," Lucifer said softly. "I thought they might remind you of home."

[okteiviakom]

"I love it."

Yes, she'd already said that. But she loved it harder, now.

It also finally got her to look at him. And then lean in for a kiss, because words were failing her.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer smiled, and then her lips were on his and he let himself be distracted by her kiss.

He loved her so much. Every version of her he'd seen tonight, and then some.

[okteiviakom]

The feeling was very much mutual.

And being conveyed in this kiss, too.

[my_own_advocate]

"I love you," Lucifer murmured, unnecessarily. "Very much."

[okteiviakom]

"I love you, too."

It was never not worth repeating.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer smiled. He pulled her further into himself, wanting nothing more than to be surrounded by her. "I'm happy."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gave a soft hum of agreement, doing her best to wrap him up in all her limbs.