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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[okteiviakom]

"You get really pliant when you're desperate to come."

Her hand still moving (not quick but not quite lazy, either), she cast an idle glance towards his discarded clothes on the floor.

[my_own_advocate]

"Not sure... if I would use that word for it."

His own hips had long since stilled. His fingers, on the other hand, were now digging lightly into the frame.

[okteiviakom]

"What word would you use, then?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Desperate?"

[okteiviakom]

"And desperate people bend," Octavia retorted. Anyway, with that sorted -- "Is there lube somewhere in your pockets?"

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer managed a strangled little laugh. "Back pocket," he said.

What? He never showed up to date night unprepared.

[okteiviakom]

Which Octavia knew, so she wasn't even going to try and make fun of him for bringing pocket lube to the house that had a bunch of lube in it.

(Also because it was all not in this room.)

"Thank you," she said, even if the firmer stroke seemed to go against that a little. "Now you stay exactly like you are."

[my_own_advocate]

There was always a chance of sexual shenanigans in a room that didn't have lube in it (even if he tried to make sure every room had lube in it). Such as now, in fact.

Lucifer made a strangled noise in agreement.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia pressed a little kiss against his shoulder, then let go. And stepped back and off the bench, to go and grab his pants.

(Gently, because she knew how he was about his clothes.)

[my_own_advocate]

Fussy? Yes.

Not that Lucifer was paying attention. He was just taking a moment to feel relief that his nerves weren't being overstimulated.

[okteiviakom]

Smart. It wouldn't last.

After setting his pants down as neatly as she'd picked them up, Octavia was already returning, with the lube in hand.

[my_own_advocate]

"Ah, you found it." Lucifer-- breathed.

[okteiviakom]

"There's not that much in your trouser pockets."

Still couldn't say 'trouser' in anything resembling his accent.

[my_own_advocate]

"Well, not on date night," Lucifer said, looking her way.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia was fast depriving him of much of an ability of doing that, stepping around the frame again.

"Well, at least we won't be without lube for date night."

[my_own_advocate]

"That would be a tragedy," Lucifer said, turning his gaze back to the wall.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia stepped back onto the bench, and dropped a kiss against the back of his shoulder. Just because.

"How are your arms?" she asked, while there was the tell-tale sound of a cap popping open.

[my_own_advocate]

Promising.

"Holding up all right," Lucifer said. "Though bound to get a touch strained if I keep this up..."

[okteiviakom]

Was it, though?

"Are those puns?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Possibly," Lucifer said, grinning.

[okteiviakom]

"You clearly haven't been tormented enough."

[my_own_advocate]

"You haven't put much of an effort into it," Lucifer said brightly.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia made a noise in her throat that sounded suspiciously like a growl. She crowded his hip again, but this time, when her hand reappeared, it was --

Well, okay, it had been sticky to begin with. Now it was that and slick with lube. And returning to its place around his cock.

[my_own_advocate]

The discomfort wasn't quite as acute as it had been. But it was still, noticably, discomfort. Lucifer grunted faintly at the touch.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia was still learning about this. Trying it out.

Giving him a few languid but not particularly light strokes, in response to that noise. "What, no more puns?"