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]

"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."

[okteiviakom]

"Maybe boots?"

She shrugged, still watching him.

"I don't know, I haven't really seen anything that speaks to me. I'm just leaving that door open in case anything ever does."

[my_own_advocate]

"Oh no, now we might have to go shopping again just to see if we can find anything," Lucifer said, grinning.

He reached for his fly and started to undo it.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's gaze followed his hands. "You'll take any excuse to go shopping."

[my_own_advocate]

"And you enjoy looking at new things, so that works out for both of us," Lucifer said.

He pushed his trousers down his hips.

[okteiviakom]

Yes, down they went. Octavia's gaze was following them along.

"Not just new things."

Ha.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer stepped out of his trousers.

And back into the frame. "Enjoying this, too?"

[okteiviakom]

"A lot."

In case her keen attention didn't make that clear.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer smiled, and stretched his arms out far and wide. "Happy to keep standing here for a bit, if you like," he said. "Or... anything else."