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]

"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.

[okteiviakom]

The softest snort. "Yeah, that's true."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer grinned. "Look, darling, you cooked for me, this is just what happens."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia looked up at him again, finally. "And what's 'this'?"

[my_own_advocate]

"My wanting to bundle you up and love you for a while," Lucifer said, smiling.

[okteiviakom]

"Well, what are you waiting for?" Octavia teased. "Why haven't you picked me up yet?"

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer laughed. "Your permission," he said, and scooped her up off the floor.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gave another little huff, but just clung to him.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer carried her to the sofa - the biggest one, the one he could stretch on. He sat down on it with her on his lap. "There."

[okteiviakom]

"Mmm," Octavia hummed, shifting a little to settle in more comfortably. "Good."

[my_own_advocate]

"I was going to lay sideways," Lucifer chuckled, "But I'm having a hard time following through when you're moving about in my lap like that."

[okteiviakom]

"I can stop moving?" Octavia offered, completely ignoring how she basically already had.

[my_own_advocate]

"I didn't say that," Lucifer teased.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia snorted.

"I'm sensing a shift in the mood."

[my_own_advocate]

"Merely my perpetually dirty mind," Lucifer said, pressing a kiss to the back of her head. "Come on."

And he did, in fact, try to shift to lay on his side, and to take her with him as he did so.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia saw no reason to object, or fight him, so...

Down they both went. A little awkwardly, but still.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer shifted and pulled her a touch tighter into his arms to alleviate that. "There," he murmured. "Perfect."