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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[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.

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes," Lucifer chuckled. He knew how to tie these knots; he kept hers reasonably loose, so she could free herself if she really wanted to, but she could still feel the bite against her wrist.

"Good?"

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gave the scarf an experimental, gentle tug.

"It's not my favorite material," she admitted, in the spirit of open communication. "But other than that, I think it's okay."

[my_own_advocate]

"Is there anything you might prefer in the future?" Lucifer asked. He moved on to the next wrist, tugging it up a little bit before he began to tie it.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia would have shrugged, but that was fast becoming harder to do.

"Leather's always good."

[my_own_advocate]

"That might be a good investment," Lucifer agreed.

He tightened the knot.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia inhaled just a little sharper.

"At least I should try on the leather cuffs we already have, at some point."

[my_own_advocate]

"Suppose I'm just thinking too far ahead," Lucifer chuckled.

He took a step back.

"Comfortable? Relatively speaking."