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]

And so Lucifer pulled her to him, and then pulled her up into his arms, turning towards the chair.

He was a devil with a mission.

[okteiviakom]

Yes, he seemed pretty determined.

Octavia gave another little huff.

[my_own_advocate]

And there was the armchair. Lucifer dropped her in it, fingers immediately shooting down to her fly.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia obliged him, with a little tilt of her hips, but no more.

They were some pretty tight jeans, he had his work cut out for him.

[my_own_advocate]

Well. It wasn't like she didn't know he had the power to rip them if he wanted to.

But no. If anything, Lucifer made something-- almost ceremonial, ritual, about sliding the trousers down her hips. His hands pressed firmly against her, touching every inch on the way down.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia watched his hands, her gaze idle only on the surface. Anticipation was absolutely coiling inside her, but there was power in seeming unaffected. Just because he was doing things didn't mean she wasn't still in charge.

And, oh, look. Skimpy underwear with a little bit of tasteful lace.

[my_own_advocate]

Words bubbled up in Lucifer's throat, like how gorgeous she was. It didn't feel right to speak them.

He pulled her jeans down past her feet. That brought him to his knees.

[okteiviakom]

His instincts were correct.

But Octavia could say something, tilting her head a little. "Look who's found his place."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer's eyes flicked up towards her face, in as much as he could see it.

He leaned in and pressed a kiss to the top of one of her feet.

[okteiviakom]

Some of the smirk fell from Octavia's expression, giving way to something that was more vulnerable and unreadable all at the same time.

She remembered Duke doing something similar, a long time ago, before all of that play had gone away. Years down the line, she still found this gesture... affecting.

(In a good way. Almost too much so.)

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer didn't see it. He was caught in the moment. In kissing the other foot, before he bothered to move back up, his hands instinctively reaching for her his.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia couldn't blame him for any part, but especially not for completing the ritual by kissing both feet.

(Gave her time to regain her composure, too.)

She let him have her hands.

[my_own_advocate]

And Lucifer pulled her up, out of the chair.

"Now let me fuck you properly," he murmured.

[okteiviakom]

"Not gonna be very proper, I hope," Octavia drawled.

Only a little bit distracted.

[my_own_advocate]

"Only in one sense of the word."

And with that, Lucifer turned her around, pushing her up against the sofa's arm.

[okteiviakom]

"Good," Octavia said.

To both, as her hands caught the chair.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer smirked. Not that she could see it anymore.

He hooked his fingers in her pretty panties and yanked them down without a care.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia made another huff of a noise. "Careful," she rasped.

She really didn't need him to be careful at all, actually.

[my_own_advocate]

"You've got more of these," Lucifer growled.

He was decidedly less careful with them the rest of the way down.

[okteiviakom]

Oh, it was never an unwelcome thing when he growled. In fact, it made Octavia feel just a little weak in the knees. The only outward signal was her little gasp.

... Well, the only immediate outward signal, anyway.

[my_own_advocate]

"And now I'm going to keep my promise," Lucifer said, his hands gripping her hips.

He wasted no time. After all that torment, all he could think about was this moment-- sinking right into her.

[okteiviakom]

And another gasp, this one a little more... deep, somehow. Her muscles gave an immediate flutter around him as he slid in.

It was easy. She was far from unaffected by the torment she'd been inflicting on him.

[my_own_advocate]

"Perfect," Lucifer hissed, leaning over her. But he didn't linger.

Not after all that.

He barely gave her a moment between bottoming out and pulling back, let alone before the next thrust.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia was fine without a moment. At least, judging by the ragged moan that ensued immediately.

Her fingers dug into the armchair as she panted out her, "Good Devil."

[my_own_advocate]

"Always," Lucifer managed, "Your good devil."

He braced himself against the chair and fucked her. Hard. They both wanted it that way, didn't they?