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]

"Yes," Lucifer breathed with her, "Yes, I am-- you are--"

Slowing his thrusts was painful. It was all that was keeping him here, hard inside her body, waiting obediently for her to come.

[okteiviakom]

Intoxicating.

That was the only word Octavia had for it, as much as she had any words left in her mind at all. All that power in him, all the strength, slowing down for her.

And with that thought swimming around in her head, there was nothing holding her back at all. A louder moan, another, something about how good he was being, and then --

Well, he felt it under his fingers, but most importantly around him how she came. In case the happy way she cried out and the further arching of her body weren't enough in the way of clues.

[my_own_advocate]

Ohthankhim.

Her?

Lucifer gasped something grateful, his next two thrusts another stutter. It was all he needed this way, with her fluttering around him; he followed her over, barely a step removed.

[okteiviakom]

Oh, yes, Octavia could feel the gratitude. And the way he'd been hanging on by a thread, too. And in this state of mind? It just made her own orgasm feel stronger.

Even as she was beginning to slump harder against the chair, a rough chuckle in her throat.

Another 'good Devil' on her lips, deeply appreciative.

[my_own_advocate]

"Oh," Lucifer breathed. "Oh."

His fingers groped for the arm of the chair.

[okteiviakom]

Caught her hand, briefly, in the process, too.

"You did good," she breathed. "You've been good."

[my_own_advocate]

"I love the new furniture," Lucifer sighed.

[okteiviakom]

And another hoarse chuckle.

"Me too."

[my_own_advocate]

"We definitely need to talk to Duke about it," Lucifer decided, and sighed as he pulled himself loose gently.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia relaxed a little further - as much as she could, anyway. She really needed to work on getting into a more comfortable position soon.

Somehow.

"Mm-hmm," she hummed. "I think it'll work for him."

[my_own_advocate]

"Oh please, he'd be begging to be scarf-tied to that thing," Lucifer laughed. "Though we definitely need a mattress in here."

[okteiviakom]

"Isn't that kind of defeating the point of not having the frame in the bedroom?"

Asked a woman who would've quite liked to lay down on a mattress right now, so...

[my_own_advocate]

"I thought you were just trying to avoid messing up the feng shui of the bedroom," Lucifer admitted.

[okteiviakom]

"I don't know what that is," Octavia said, making her first effort towards... getting up? Yeah, maybe getting up. "But yeah, I guess not wanting to make big changes to your room was a part of it. Or crowding it."

[my_own_advocate]

"Might be nice to have a place to fall down on afterwards that's not a stairwell away," Lucifer sighed.

Stretching.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia straightened up, rolling her shoulders, stretching her back a little.

"That's fair," she said. "Maybe something... simple?"

[my_own_advocate]

"And here I was thinking some kind of decadent chaise longue," Lucifer sighed.

[okteiviakom]

"If I'm right about what that is," Octavia replied, turning towards him, "that's still more simple than what you have going on in the bedroom."

[my_own_advocate]

"True," Lucifer said. He watched her. "I suppose I just like the idea of you lounging imperiously on one while you put us through... whatever springs to mind."

[okteiviakom]

"That's what the armchair was supposed to be for."

[my_own_advocate]

"It lacks the drama of a chaise longue," Lucifer noted. "Nice as it is."

[okteiviakom]

"We can get a chaise longue if you want." A beat. "Whatever it is."

[my_own_advocate]

"I'd show you, but I left my phone in my trousers along with any semblance of dignity."

[okteiviakom]

Should Octavia not have laughed? Because she did.

And then she reached up for his shoulders, giving them a little rub as she smirked up at him. "You don't really need either."

[my_own_advocate]

"Oh, trust me," Lucifer said, grinning, "I'm satisfied with what I got in return."