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]

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."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia made a perfectly dignified noise. It may have been more for the words (the mental image) than the hand just yet, but the two worked well together, no doubt about it.

"Well," she breathed, "would be your choice."

[my_own_advocate]

"It would have to be tight," Lucifer mused, rubbing her almost-- idly. "Tight enough you'd feel it pressing against your skin no matter how you moved."

[okteiviakom]

"Like my leathers." Oh, of course her voice had dipped a little lower, a little raspier. Her eyes closed. "So I know where my edges are."

[my_own_advocate]

"And all the places where I push past them," Lucifer murmured.

He gave a squeeze in one place, and-- pushed down the fabric of her panties in the other.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gasped, softly.

"Wherever you want." She licked her lip, mouth feeling a little dry suddenly. "However you want."

[my_own_advocate]

"You know what I love about this?" Lucifer whispered, fingers dipping in, running over bare skin.

Dipping in between her legs, properly.

"You're still fully dressed in all your edges right now, and yet here I am..."

[okteiviakom]

"Right on my skin," Octavia breathed - and squirmed, just a little, like she couldn't hold it in.

[my_own_advocate]

"Because you're mine," Lucifer breathed.

One hand squeezed.

He dragged his fingers between her folds, and dragged them up.

[okteiviakom]

"All of me," Octavia agreed quietly, her voice hitching.

She could feel herself getting more... welcoming under his fingers, moment by moment.

[my_own_advocate]

"Always."

He pressed a biting little kiss to her shoulder (so glad for the lack of a height difference, for once). "No matter where you are."

He rubbed the pad of one finger over her clit as he spoke. Pressure, and not too light.