Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Night

[okteiviakom]

It had been another weird week. But enough of the weird - both from this week, and the ones before it - had apparently passed for Octavia and Lucifer to meet up at the house again on this Sunday evening for another date night.

The previously unfurnished room on the second floor was no longer unfurnished. Octavia didn't know whether Lucifer had noticed yet, especially since she'd left the door closed after she'd been done with it. She didn't know whether it would come into play yet, anyway.

And either way, they were downstairs, sitting down properly at the dining table. A gesture towards things Lucifer liked. And Octavia had cooked, even if the main had been just a very simple salad, which they were just about finished with. The equally simple dessert was still waiting in the fridge.

"Maybe one of these weeks you could give me a lesson." A beat. "You know, for cooking. We could make a thing of it."

[ooc: For, you guessed it, that guy.]

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[my_own_advocate]

"You lurking moodily by the bar," Lucifer said. A little-- dreamily? "All pent-up emotion."

[okteiviakom]

"And you with so many people around you, and still an outsider." Octavia murmured, a little quieter.

Because that was where it had sparked for her, wasn't it?

[my_own_advocate]

"Is that what you saw?" Lucifer asked softly.

[okteiviakom]

"Eventually," Octavia said. "Took a little bit."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer chuckled. "Did it," he said. "Fair enough."

[okteiviakom]

"You're more than the surface," Octavia added. "It took until I got a glimpse at everything below it."

[my_own_advocate]

"Well, I'm rather glad you got that glimpse," Lucifer said, mouth curving. "You were-- your interest in me was very precious to me well before we started getting naked on the regular."

[okteiviakom]

"I know," Octavia said, sincere and quiet. "You and me were family long before that."

[my_own_advocate]

"Come here," Lucifer said, holding a hand out for her.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia got up from her chair, finally, and closed the gap between them.

And took his hand.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer pulled her into him.

Into a hug.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia sank right into it. Slid her arms into their rightful place around his waist, and leaned against his chest, tucking her head under his chin.

[my_own_advocate]

"We are both much more than we pretend to be," Lucifer murmured. "I'm glad we saw that in one another."

[okteiviakom]

"I'm glad, too," Octavia replied, just as soft and quiet. "Son of Aurora."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer let out a soft huff. "Daughter of Aurora," he whispered back.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia nuzzled the top of his chest, feeling the warmth through his shirt.

"Seingeda."

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes," Lucifer said, folding in on her, as if to try and pull their not-quite-evenly-sized bodies into a whole. "Seingeda."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia managed to somehow sink against him even more. Shuddered, faintly.

Look, these things had always been intensely emotional.

[my_own_advocate]

It was an emotional night. Perhaps fueled, in part, by Lucifer's recent struggles with Duke and the splashback on her-- reinforcing their connection was important, right now.

Lucifer held her, for a while. Said little else. It wasn't necessary.

[okteiviakom]

It wasn't.

Octavia wasn't saying anything either. Just breathing him in. Breathing with him, and marveling at --

Every last part of his embrace, and the safety of it.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer took a deep breath, and exhaled. And then another.

Wrapped himself in her scent.

[okteiviakom]

All generic soap and faint trace of the ocean, a little of the woods.

Meanwhile, Octavia wrapped herself up in him. Shifting until she felt fully flattened against him.

[my_own_advocate]

A soft, amused, fond sound. "Perhaps we should take this to a sofa," Lucifer whispered.

[okteiviakom]

"If you want to," Octavia whispered back.

[my_own_advocate]

"Might be more comfortable laying about for the next five hours like I want to," Lucifer said, leaning down to kiss the top of her head.