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]

"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."

[okteiviakom]

"You stay right there," Octavia drawled with a little nod. "Put your hands how they were."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer nodded.

He reached up, and gripped the top of the frame anew.

[okteiviakom]

"Good Devil."

It was light, but -- well. It was what it was.

"I wanna show you something." And she ducked past him, for the little bench.

[my_own_advocate]

'Good Devil' was not a phrase - at least, coming from her - that would ever do anything but make him shiver a touch.

"More to show me? Excellent."

[okteiviakom]

"Showing off, I guess," Octavia rasped, and dragged the bench behind the frame - or, well, behind him. One of the best features of the frame was that it didn't really have a front and a back, apart from how the person standing in it was positioned, after all.

She stepped up on it, and gave a pleased little hum. "Got this one right, too." It gave her just enough of a boost in height to be closer to being hip-level to hip-level with him. As became obvious when she leaned against his back, sliding her arms around him, her chin resting against the top of his shoulder without having to strain upwards. "I'm as tall as you."

[my_own_advocate]

"And Duke," Lucifer said. He let out a little happy sigh. "We could even use it as a make-out bench at some point."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia snorted. "It's very convenient you two are about as tall as each other."

[my_own_advocate]

"I can't disagree with that," Lucifer said, and yes, that statement was definitely laden with innuendo.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia pressed a little kiss to the curve of his neck, just because it was easy for her to do so.

"No, of course you can't."

[my_own_advocate]

"Mm," Lucifer hummed. "But this is nice."

[okteiviakom]

"And convenient."

No, of course that drawl wasn't connected to the press of her hips against his ass. Of course not.

[my_own_advocate]

Well, hello.

"Oh, you really have been thinking about it."

[okteiviakom]

"You didn't think I'd get a whole giant frame for tying people up to, and then got the matching bench just for cuddles and makeouts, did you?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Of course not," Lucifer said, grinning. "But you know I'm a hands-on learner."

[okteiviakom]

"Might be more of a hands-off case," Octavia rasped, then glanced up. "Well, I guess not."

[my_own_advocate]

"Your hands are on," Lucifer pointed out. "And I'm learning."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia snickered. And brushed her fingertips along a strip of skin low on his stomach just for the hell of it.

"Well, would you like to hear a few more of my thoughts?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Absolutely."

Lucifer's forearms flexed idly as he tested his grip on the frame.