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]

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.

[okteiviakom]

The bench really came in handy, didn't it?

Octavia shuddered a bit, again, a little noise in her throat, fingers curling around the scarves for extra... something.

[my_own_advocate]

"And you'll always feel me with you," Lucifer murmured.

He kissed her jaw.

He pushed her bra up higher. He rubbed her in firm circles.

[okteiviakom]

Sometimes it didn't take much to put Octavia in some kind of a headspace. Something... a little vulnerable, in this case.

The little whimper was still a little embarrassing.

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes," Lucifer breathed. "I'm here. Are you here with me?"

[okteiviakom]

"Yes."

How could something so small and quiet still have so much feeling? Something a little choked off about it, too.

[my_own_advocate]

"Good."

Lucifer pressed kisses against her neck.

He was in no hurry. His fingers found a nipple and pinched it, playing with it; his other hand worked her and worked her with slow, steady circles.

"I'm going to claim you," he murmured. "Perhaps before you come. Perhaps after, when you are loose, and I can take up all the space that I want."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia was starting to feel the strain in her arms.

Or would have, if there had been any attention left to spare for that after splitting it between every spot he was touching her and his voice. Everything he was putting in her head, everything he was making her feel.

She could feel herself wet and warm under one of his hands, soft and sensitive under the other. His stubble against her neck. Everything connected. "Whenever you want," she whispered, like a promise.

[my_own_advocate]

There had been, at one point or another, a plan to get a toy and make this... playful.

Now the thought of leaving her alone here for even a moment seemed monstrous.

"Do you want it?" Lucifer whispered, and then his fingers were in her, teasing, promising.

[okteiviakom]

So Octavia's intended response came out just a little more hitched and garbled than she'd meant it to.

It was still a 'yes', though.

[my_own_advocate]

"I want it," Lucifer whispered, his hand sliding down from her shirt to push her waistband down further. "I want to be in you so deeply it is all you can feel."

He worked his fingers into her as he moved her trousers, slow but steady. "I want to come in you," he said, rubbing his cheek against hers. "I want to leave a piece of me there, so you'll never forget."

[okteiviakom]

The room wasn't cold, and yet Octavia could really feel the air touching every inch of newly-bare skin as the pants got pushed lower.

Though that probably wasn't why she shivered again.

"I want you to," she breathed, again like a vow of some kind. Her eyes stung a little, under their closed lids, and she barely noticed. "Please, I want you to."

[my_own_advocate]

"As you wish," Lucifer murmured.

He pressed a kiss into her neck. "I'm yours as well, after all."

His hand curled around his length. He guided himself into her, slow but certain.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's gasp was all at once soft and wounded and grateful.

Something about this in particular brought it home how little range of movement she had. Just standing, hanging there, and taking whatever he chose to give.