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]

"Can I take you out of the frame?" Lucifer murmured.

[okteiviakom]

"Yes," Octavia mumbled, "please."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer nodded. He slid back, ignoring the pang of loss as he left her body.

Just a moment later, he was hoisting her into his arms.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia made a soft 'oof' noise for no real discernible reason.

Call it slowly returning into her body, or something.

[my_own_advocate]

"It's all right," Lucifer murmured. "I'll take care of you."

It felt natural to leave the room, on that note. To carry her upstairs.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia wondered, faintly, whether she should've been asking for a bath.

But that was apparently too complex of a thought to be voicing right now, so what actually came out was, "'Kay."

[my_own_advocate]

They could always have a bath later.

For now, Lucifer took her up into his bedroom. He laid her down on the bed and crawled into it with her, reaching out immediately to pull her into him once they were there.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia was yet to find much initiative in herself, so she just let him maneuver her.

She would eventually stop feeling so limp.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer wanted to give her time. And comfort.

He held her close. He breathed her in.

(He felt so lucky.)

[okteiviakom]

Octavia was mostly just breathing. Feeling her arms getting used to no longer being stretched up towards the ceiling. Finding whatever relaxing her body was able to do.

"My entire ass is still hanging out of my jeans."

Oh, and that too.

[my_own_advocate]

"I won't stop you from taking them off," Lucifer chuckled, surprised.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia made a tired huff of a noise, and slowly reached down to try and shimmy her way fully out of the pants and panties still stuck somewhere just above her knees.

Took a little wriggling, but she managed.

[my_own_advocate]

"Better?" Lucifer asked.

[okteiviakom]

"Enh." So maybe not quite. "Can you get my shirt?"

He was the reason her bra was all sorts of awkward underneath it, after all.

[my_own_advocate]

"Give me a moment," Lucifer said.

He reached under her shirt to undo the clasp on her bra first - that seemed more pressing - and then pushed her shirt up, over her head.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia was awkward and uncoordinated about bringing her arms up for it but whatever, it got the job done.

"Chof."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer cast the shirt aside, and then took a moment to run his fingers along her cheek. "Sorry about the discomfort."

[okteiviakom]

"It's part of the deal," Octavia murmured, as she finally looked up at him, for the first time in a while.

Her eyes were just a little bit red, just faintly puffy.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer noticed. The line of his mouth softened. "How do you feel?"

[okteiviakom]

"Tired."

It was the topmost emotion, though not the only one.

[my_own_advocate]

"Well, we can get some sleep," Lucifer said softly.

[okteiviakom]

"Tired, not sleepy," Octavia corrected, with something approaching a gentle tone.

[my_own_advocate]

"Fair enough," Lucifer said.

He reached up to run his fingers along her cheek.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gave a faint 'hmh' of acknowledgement, her gaze sliding away from his face again.

Thinking.

[my_own_advocate]

"Hm," Lucifer hummed, but he fell silent. Waiting to see if she'd share something.