Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Night

[okteiviakom]

Octavia had been feeling kind of... restless, this week. But keeping it to herself, because Duke had been having a rougher time, and anyway, it was fine. This feeling came and went, and Octavia was used to it.

(Though it really would have been great if Dr. Baker had been able to squeeze her in during some other time this week, after the regular Tuesday session got cancelled.)

It was Sunday now, anyway. Food and cider and hopefully a good time? Octavia had even channeled some of her twitchiness into prepping dessert, earlier. "The fruit's all ready in the fridge," she said, as she got up to clear away the dinner plates. "The white chocolate on them should have set by now."

Spoken like she actually knew anything and hadn't just grabbed the instructions from Google this morning.

[ooc: For the guy.]

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[okteiviakom]

"A big if," Octavia replied, and nipped at his bottom lip. Because it was there.

[my_own_advocate]

"Otherwise there will be punishment, of course." Lucifer's hand slid down to her arse.

[okteiviakom]

"Of course," Octavia breathed.

On a little shiver she didn't try to hide.

[my_own_advocate]

"But that is all in your own hands," Lucifer breathed.

And kissed her, one more time

[okteiviakom]

Octavia leaned into it with fervor and feeling.

She could read these situations enough to know this part would go away soon. Might as well get all she could, give all she could.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer had no objections. None at all. He matched her feevor with his own, imbuing the kiss with every scrap of affection in his body.

[okteiviakom]

Some of it was anticipation, but maybe most of it was still some attempt to make up for earlier, or to be grateful for earlier.

Whatever it was, her hands ended up cradling his face.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer smiled against her mouth. "I am so grateful for you," he whispered.

[okteiviakom]

"That's my line," Octavia sighed, only teasing with her chiding.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer laughed softly. "I'm going to move the bench now."

[okteiviakom]

"Okay," Octavia replied, stealing one last nip on his lip before pulling back a little. "You want me to step down for a second?"

[my_own_advocate]

"If I could think of a sexy way to carry you, I would," Lucifer said wryly. "But yes."

[okteiviakom]

"Guess you'll just have to work on it for another time," Octavia said, and smirked.

And stepped easily off the bench.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer bent over to pick it up, moving it until it say in the frame. "There you are," he said. "Get back up there."

[okteiviakom]

And just as easily, Octavia stepped back up on it.

"Well this is new."

[my_own_advocate]

"Howso?" Lucifer asked, watching her.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia was looking up at the frame, directly above her now.

"The angle."

[my_own_advocate]

"Mm, that is something, I suppose," Lucifer mused, following her line of sight.

"Grip it."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia reached up obligingly, feeling around for a second for a good hold on the top of the frame.

It was a sturdy thing, and her hands weren't exactly big.

[my_own_advocate]

"Hm," Lucifer said. "I'll get the scarves, just in case." He moved away.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia, for her part, tried out sliding her hands down to some of the rings, meant for various restraints. They were big enough that she could get two fingers through them on each hand.

Not ideal, but could work.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer found the scarves quickly, returning to her with two in hand. "Might be more physically comfortable?"

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gave a little shrug, which was really more of a flex against the frame than anything.

"We can try?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Just tell me if you feel trapped," Lucifer said. He stepped up to her, raising one scarf.

He moved to tie one wrist to the frame with it.

[okteiviakom]

"In the wrong way," Octavia replied, a little wryly, looking up to watch his hands work.