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]

And now she knew the appeal of that date night they'd had not too long ago, when their positions were reversed.

"That's it," Lucifer cooed softly. His hand strayed up, settling over her stomach. As if waiting to feel himself in there.

He moved until he was done. Until she was filled.

[okteiviakom]

And that was another thing: the angle. Not entirely new, but definitely different.

And yes, filling.

All Octavia managed was a shuddery breath.

[my_own_advocate]

"Perfect," Lucifer whispered.

He took a moment. Lingered.

[okteiviakom]

So Octavia lingered with him.

Took a few deep, slow breaths, and just let herself feel.

[my_own_advocate]

"You're perfect," Lucifer murmured. "You feel incredible."

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"You're perfect," Octavia murmured, like an objection.

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"Then we fit perfectly," Lucifer chuckled.

His hips shifted against her, just a touch.

[okteiviakom]

It was just a little movement, and it still made Octavia make a little 'ngh' noise.

Guess she was primed to be stupidly sensitive right now.

[my_own_advocate]

"And now..."

Lucifer drew back. Nice and slow, and not entirely the whole way.

[okteiviakom]

Apparently Octavia was also just very shivery tonight. Because that was one, complete with a tiny gasp.

He had her mesmerized.

[my_own_advocate]

And with a pleased, hot sigh, Lucifer pushed back in.

Oh, but that felt sweet. He didn't know why he'd considered toying with her any longer than this.

[okteiviakom]

Sometimes he had foolish ideas. Thankfully he also sometimes knew to swerve away from them when the mood called for it.

Octavia wasn't thinking at all about anything except the present. The little strain in her arms, the way she could feel her pants and panties bunched up around her legs, his breath on her neck, on her cheek.

And, of course, the way he was filling her all up. He had her, he was here with her.

"Yes," she breathed. "Please."

[my_own_advocate]

The mood was different from what either of them had expected when they'd come here for dinner tonight. But that was all right.

Sometimes you just... needed to reaffirm love and connection like this, gentler, kinder.

"Anything you want," Lucifer whispered, and moved, gentle, slow, his body pressed up against hers in every other place.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia really hadn't expected to feel so absolutely safe.

Oh, her eyes were stinging worse, now. And the shudder in her breath was even more obvious.

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Lucifer fell silent. He left kisses against her neck, her cheek. One hand on her hip, one still settled over her stomach.

He kept to his rhythm.

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Slow like torture. Enough to keep her body keyed up, but not overpowering enough to distract her from this feeling of being -- held. In every possible way.

Her yes blinked open, and a tear finally rolled down her cheek, followed by another.

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"Octavia?" Lucifer murmured, lips brushing against her cheek.

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Octavia drew in another shuddery breath.

It sounded a little wet.

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Are you all right, he almost asked.

"Are you with me, darling?" Lucifer whispered instead. Hoping not to break the moment, if she was.

[okteiviakom]

"Y-yes."

Just crying a little bit. And not even managing to mind that she had no way of really hiding it, and no way of wiping her wet cheeks.

[my_own_advocate]

"I love you."

He kissed her cheek.

And let his consciousness slide back down into himself, in the wondrous feeling of her around him, and the hypnotism of his own rhythm-- a little faster, perhaps, as he gave up on pulling out of her very far at all.

He'd rather stay with her.

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Octavia sank more into it, too. The tears were still doing their own thing, all that feeling was still there, but also...

The rest of her body was beginning to take up a little more space, so to speak.

Her eyes slid almost closed again. Her head tilted back just a little.

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Lucifer's hand slid up her chest, over her shirt, lingering briefly on her breast before his fingers ran ever-gently over her throat.

He pressed a kiss under her ear.

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Octavia's breath hitched a little.

He probably felt it as much as heard it.

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And Lucifer-- flattened his palm against her throat.

He didn't squeeze or apply any kind of pressure. He just left it there, as he pressed back into her again, chasing pleasure.