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]

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.

[okteiviakom]

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.

[my_own_advocate]

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

[okteiviakom]

Octavia drew in another shuddery breath.

It sounded a little wet.

[my_own_advocate]

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.

[okteiviakom]

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.

[my_own_advocate]

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.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's breath hitched a little.

He probably felt it as much as heard it.

[my_own_advocate]

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.

[okteiviakom]

There was no extra pressure, but there was some pressure inherently involved, something a little uncomfortable, and yet --

Not. Not right now. In the headspace Octavia was in right now, it was just another way to be held, something almost perversely adding to the safety of the moment.

Her heart beat faster against his palm.

[my_own_advocate]

"I've got you," Lucifer whispered. "I've got you."

It became a chant, of sorts, increasingly breathless. He forced his hips to stay slow, even as the craving for more built.

The sound helped.

[okteiviakom]

It was meditative, almost. Hearing him. The words seemed to rapidly lose meaning, becoming pure feeling instead. He had her.

Without Octavia even realizing, her breathing was already tilting towards panting.

[my_own_advocate]

At some point or another, he'd think to touch her elsewhere, to help her along. But Lucifer, too, was caught in the moment.

(That was the beauty of Date Night. So few distractions. So many opportunities to get lost in each other to this degree.)

Lucifer traced kisses against her skin, anywhere he could reach without moving too far. Spellbound.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia wasn't missing any other kind of touch. She wasn't missing anything at all.

The tears had dried up, for the most part - for now. It felt like a 'for now'. Her head was staying tilted back, so that he could have absolutely all of the column of her throat to hold in his hand. Her arms burned, but it was a gentle, almost pleasant thing. Her body rocked faintly with each of his thrusts.

And his lips on her skin were soft.

"I love you," she breathed, even though everything else seemed to already be saying it.

[my_own_advocate]

"I love you too," Lucifer whispered.

His hand curved further around her throat, taking each inch of skin as a gift. "That you let me hold you like this..."

[okteiviakom]

"It's yours," Octavia said, breathed, something. "I'm yours."

That didn't seem like enough to her. But words were hard, and she gasped, trying to find more.

"And you're what -- safe feels like."

[my_own_advocate]

"You will always be safe with me," Lucifer whispered.

Why did his throat feel so tight, all of a sudden?

"I know you." He rocked into her a little harder. "I know all of you."

He nipped at her jaw. "And I love her," he whispered.

[okteiviakom]

So nevermind about those tears of hers having dried up. They were back, complete with a ragged whimper of a noise. It could have been for the sharper thrust, but let's face it, it wasn't.

She felt like she was just all emotion right now.

She swallowed. He could probably feel it, because he could probably feel almost anything and everything she did right now. "She l-loves you, too." Every part of her.

Even the rotten ones.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer made a soft noise against her skin, affection and emotion all packed together in one small hitch of his breath.

He pressed into her, deep, and lingered. Thrust into her in the smallest of ways, barely a motion.

[okteiviakom]

It made Octavia shudder, all the way from her upstretched arms down to the small of her back.

Just something about being so utterly... joined together.

[my_own_advocate]

The word was barely a breath.

"Perfect."

[okteiviakom]

It was still the loudest thing in the room.

Octavia made another one of those noises that could only really be classified as a wounded and weak sound of agreement. And oh, was that a little clench, a little flutter around him?

Yes.

[my_own_advocate]

Another little-- shift of his hips. The smallest thrust.

"Perfect," he murmured again, and kissed her cheek, his fingers fanning out, brushing against her jaw.