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]

"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."

[okteiviakom]

"Relatively speaking," Octavia confirmed with a crooked smirk, giving the scarves another little testing tug.

They were holding, and there wasn't a ton of range of movement. Good.

[my_own_advocate]

"Good."

Something appreciative, perhaps even a little predatory, sparked in his eye.

He looked her over. Considered her.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia had been looking up at the restraints. Now that she looked at his face again... She liked what she saw.

"I can practically hear the gears turning," she rasped.

[my_own_advocate]

"I have some ideas," Lucifer said, voice a touch lower than before.

He slipped around her. Behind her.

[okteiviakom]

"Good," Octavia sighed.

She followed him with her gaze for as long as she could.

[my_own_advocate]

Soon, Lucifer was out of sight.

Which was exactly when his hands wound back up on her body. Slipping underneath her shirt, sliding right up as he pressed himself up against her.

[okteiviakom]

"Oh right, you did say you were going to get handsy..."

She did not sound like she minded one bit.

[my_own_advocate]

"What can I say? You're hard to resist," Lucifer murmured, pushing his hands roughly up over her bra, kneading.

He had no intentions of going too intense tonight, but the scenario did invite a bit of... rough handling.

[okteiviakom]

Honestly, what was the point of restraining your partner and not indulging in at least a little bit of rough handling?

Octavia made a noise that seemed to say as much. Or at least something approving. "I know I am."

[my_own_advocate]

"Such self-confidence," Lucifer chuckled by her ear, clever fingers finding her nipples over the fabric. "I think I'll play with you for a while."

[okteiviakom]

They were already on their way to stiffer peaks. In case he was wondering how Octavia was doing so far.

"Well," she sighed, "I guess the scarves say 'be my guest'."

[my_own_advocate]

"Not much you can do about it," Lucifer agreed.

One of his hands slid down, towards her waistband. The other played with her, without pause.