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]

"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.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia arched her back just a little. Or maybe pushed her ass against his hips? Why not both.

"Should've been a leggings night," she mused. Unfortunately regular pants were much more date night like. (Especially in winter.)

[my_own_advocate]

"Would've been easier," Lucifer agreed. "But not by that much."

It didn't take him much effort to undo her trousers.

[okteiviakom]

Of course not. He was him.

"I still think about you ripping that one pair, sometimes."

[my_own_advocate]

"What can I say," Lucifer murmured, sliding his fingers over the front of her panties. "Sometimes the urge to fuck you is just so... strong."

[okteiviakom]

"It was an action that communicated louder than words," Octavia sighed. Only slightly distracted.

But still, slightly distracted. Both hands deserved some of her attention.

[my_own_advocate]

"I think one of these days I'll buy you a body suit," Lucifer mused. His fingers worked one cup of the bra up, over her breast. "And then I'll spend an entire afternoon ripping bit by bit, whatever I need to get to where I want to be..."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia shivered. It was not subtle.

Neither was the state of her nipples, fast to harden. The edge of the cup pressed into her breast in just the right way.

"Sounds like a good time."

[my_own_advocate]

"Or perhaps I'll just rip it in one place," Lucifer mused.

His fingers pressed down, between her legs. "And fuck you there."