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]

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?

[okteiviakom]

It was definitely in line with the promise Octavia had so greedily accepted. She made a strangled noise.

"Good, mine."

A growl in its own right.

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes," Lucifer moaned, pressing his face into the crook of her neck. His hips beating an inexorable, unrelently rhythm against her arse.

[okteiviakom]

He was magnificent when he gave into it. Octavia lurched just a little more forward against the chair in a way that would have looked like submission in almost any other moment.

In this one, it was pure pleasure. Taking.

[my_own_advocate]

Perfect.

She was perfect, Lucifer thought, dazed, as he pressed into her tight grip and felt her welcome him. Perfect, he thought again, as he withdrew and felt her cling to him with every inch.

"Perfect," he whispered, and rocked in, and, "Perfect."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia had nothing even as coherent to say. Just little moans (getting less little with each thrust, it seemed) and happy whimpers.

She liked this best, when it felt like they were just one thing.

[my_own_advocate]

It was not long before Lucifer's breathing became so loud, so ragged, that he could scarcely hear anything else. Before the world narrowed down to a single point, where their bodies connected, pleasure pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

"Octavia."

Just one more. Or two.

[okteiviakom]

But he'd promised, hadn't he?

"Hand," Octavia breathed, "come on, hand." It was as coherent as she could manage right now, a fumbly thought.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer's poor, scrambled brain.

Hand? Should he come into his own hand? His hips stuttered, distracted.

Only then did he find the small sliver of oxygen required to realize what she was asking for, and his hand slid between her legs to press against her. Rubbing, rough and fast.