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]

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.

[okteiviakom]

Another little whimper.

And her head tilting just a little bit, into the touch.

[my_own_advocate]

And slowly, with each little shimmy, Lucifer-- resumed fucking her, slow and sure.

This time, though, he let go of any thoughts that might-- restrain him. He gave in to the pleasure building in him.

[okteiviakom]

Good. That was good, and right, and... all those things. Felt like intent, to Octavia.

"I can take it," she breathed, without a fully coherent thought behind it.

[my_own_advocate]

"I know, darling," Lucifer whispered.

Harder.

"I want to come in you so badly..."

[okteiviakom]

"Please."

It was as vehement as it was pleading. She tugged on her restraints a little, for the first time.

[my_own_advocate]

"Shh-sh-sh," Lucifer hushed, the slightest bit of pressure in his hands.

He fucked into her faster. Rougher.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's next noise was a little choked, but not because of the added pressure - not like that, anyway.

It was a moan, a ragged little thing.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer had no more words for her. Just a loud groan, rumbling through his chest, against her body. He could feel the edge hurtling towards him, and he let himself-- push-- forward.

So close.

[okteiviakom]

There was no need for words. He had her, and there was no need for anything else. Octavia was just helpless, and blissfully so, hands tugging on the scarves with each of his thrusts.

Her heartbeat strong and fast against his hand, and her own panting loud in her ears - and yet not as loud as his groan.

[my_own_advocate]

Yes, Lucifer thought, and Yes, and Yes, and--

"Octavia," he gasped, as release rolled over him, one hand steady, then gripping, on her hip. He let it take him.

Let her take him.

[okteiviakom]

Perfect. "I have you," Octavia breathed in a daze. "I've got you."

Shuddering.

[my_own_advocate]

"Thank you," Lucifer whispered, hands falling away to--

To let his arms wind themselves around her waist, pulling her into him. All the way.

[okteiviakom]

Oh.

Just like that, Octavia suddenly felt almost impossibly small. Slumping into his embrace as best she could.