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]

Octavia nodded again. "I get it," she murmured. "I've had it happen to me, too." When he'd tried something that didn't entirely fit where her head was at, creating something more jarring than intended. "It's okay, and I'm sorry."

[my_own_advocate]

"It's all right, we got out of it just fine," Lucifer said softly. "I suppose it hit me somewhere rather vulnerable." He glanced at the wall. "And I think I've shown I'm quite happy to be physically vulnerable when you're in charge, but I think emotional may be a touch out of bounds. At least like that."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia took advantage of his look away to lean a little closer.

... Okay, against his chest. Fully.

"I know that now."

[my_own_advocate]

No better time to touch her more, then, hm? To wrap her up in his arms. "But I love you," he said, "And you handled it well."

[okteiviakom]

His arms were good.

Hers followed suit soon enough.

"Well, we've talked so much about how to handle it if I'm not handling something..."

[my_own_advocate]

"You thought you'd apply that knowledge?" Lucifer murmured. "Clever."

[okteiviakom]

"I thought it might help us learn," Octavia murmured.

[my_own_advocate]

"Bit by bit," Lucifer agreed softly.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia pressed a little kiss to the top of his chest.

"It's just important," she muttered. "Getting past it."

[my_own_advocate]

"Suppose this is what they mean when they say that you have to work on your relationship every day," Lucifer chuckled softly.

[okteiviakom]

"Or at least on Sundays."

A weak joke was still a joke.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer laughed. "Certainly on Sundays."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia cuddled a little closed, seemed to melt against him a little more.

Sighed.

"Do you feel like taking a bath?" she murmured. "'Cause I do."

[my_own_advocate]

"I would love one," Lucifer murmured. "Together."

[okteiviakom]

"Wasn't suggesting anything else," Octavia assured him softly.

[my_own_advocate]

"Good, because I'd rather like to keep on holding you."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gave a little hum.

And held him tighter for just a second.

[my_own_advocate]

"Ai hod yu in," Lucifer whispered, smile soft.

[okteiviakom]

"Ai hod yu in seintaim, skaifaya," Octavia murmured back.

[my_own_advocate]

"Come," Lucifer said, and finally pulled away from her.

Pulling her with him, though, at the same time.

[okteiviakom]

Something in Octavia wanted to protest the loss of all that contact, but she didn't actually go through with it.

She followed along.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer's hand was on hers, anyway, and he was clearly in a hurry, pulling her into the bathroom.

Luckily it wasn't too far.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia exhaled a faint chuckle, but said nothing about his rushing.

It was fine, she had no reason to take it slow, either.

[my_own_advocate]

He liked touching her as much as possible. Lucifer would hope she wouldn't take affront to that.

And lo, there was the bathroom. He reached over to turn the tap, still clinging to her hand like a ridiculous person.

[okteiviakom]

It wasn't as if Octavia had let go, either.

Though at some point here she was going to have to, if only to finally take off the shirt and the bra she somehow hadn't managed to lose before.