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]

"See," Lucifer said, extending his hands to grip the top of the frame. "Precise."

[okteiviakom]

"Okay, when it matters, yeah," Octavia said, not looking at his face because the span of his body was a wonder like this.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer had half a mind to take his shirt off.

He grinned impishly at her, flexing.

[okteiviakom]

It was ridiculous how attractive he was. And possibly even more ridiculous how much that made Octavia want to both hug him and climb him like a tree.

Her lips were curving into something a little crooked. "Oh, see, it's like it was made for you."

[my_own_advocate]

"I was about to say the same," Lucifer laughed.

His hands slid off the frame, and began to unbutton his shirt.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia didn't wolf-whistle, but kind of looked like she might as well have.

It was all the leering.

[my_own_advocate]

"Just trying to get a good feel of what this might be like," Lucifer said, innocently.

He dropped the shirt to the ground, gripped the top of the frame anew, and really-- flexed.

[okteiviakom]

And here was poor Octavia who didn't really have a thing with muscles and yet was not not into muscles --

Well, the leering didn't exactly go away. Just fixated even more on his arms, and abs.

[my_own_advocate]

"I could do a few pull-ups if you'd like," Lucifer grinned.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's gaze flicked (after a beat, anyway) up to his face. "Well, I guess that would put it to the test whether the frame's as good as it's supposed to be..."

[my_own_advocate]

"Sound reasoning," Lucifer said, and...

Yeah, definitely pulled himself up by the top of that (sturdy) frame.

[okteiviakom]

It didn't budge, and that was a very good sign.

And one Octavia was paying no attention to, too busy taking in the sight of his body again.

[my_own_advocate]

"It holds very well," Lucifer said, appreciatively.

And pulled up one more time before he bothered to put his feet back onto the ground.

[okteiviakom]

"Mm-hm," Octavia hummed distractedly.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer looked at her, impish and pleased. "You can touch if you'd like."

[okteiviakom]

"True."

She was still slow to move closer, appreciating the full effect for a beat longer before coming up to him to take in the... details.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer looked down at her face, and... kept in plaec.

[okteiviakom]

Like a good Devil.

Octavia took it as an opportunity to drag a few fingertips up along the abs she'd been so keenly looking at, before.

[my_own_advocate]

"I can take more off," Lucifer murmured.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia smirked. "What's going next?"

Because he was always known to be wearing so many articles of clothing, especially on date night, sure.

[my_own_advocate]

"Trousers or shoes?" Lucifer asked. "Octavia's choice."

[okteiviakom]

"Shoes," Octavia decided after a beat. "Because I'm being nice."

Or something.

[my_own_advocate]

"Suppose there's little that's sexy about a man in nothing but his shoes," Lucifer said. He let go of the frame, leaning down to pull off his shoes, one at a time.

[okteiviakom]

"Might depend on the shoes."

His were nice, but not that nice.

[my_own_advocate]

"And what would be a sexy shoe for you?" Lucifer asked, putting his down. "Tall boots? Not heels, I imagine."