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 lingered, though it turned a little more into just smushing her cheek against his than a kiss.

"I don't think there's always a wrong and a right," she murmured. "Just different outcomes."

[my_own_advocate]

"Hopefully none-too-terrible ones, ultimately," Lucifer said.

He half-turned his head, hoping to catch her lips.

[okteiviakom]

He did, at least once Octavia figured out that was what he was doing. It was a slow, gentle kiss.

Maybe she felt the need to soothe him a little.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer pulled back with a little sigh. "My apologies," he said. "I didn't mean to make this all about me."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's free hand came up from the water, to caress his cheek. (Getting it wet, but he would just have to live with that.) "What if I like it that way?"

[my_own_advocate]

"You enjoy me making this about myself?" Lucifer asked, eyebrows raised. "I can't say I've ever gotten that reaction before..."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia shrugged one shoulder.

"Takes the pressure off me."

[my_own_advocate]

"... All right," Lucifer said. "Huh."

[okteiviakom]

"Is it really that surprising?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Perhaps a touch."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's thumb brushed over his cheek.

"Why?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Well, I have spent a rather large amount of time being yelled at for it," Lucifer pointed out. "I have been trying to do it less. But perhaps I chose poorly."

Please don't enable that, Octavia.

[okteiviakom]

"... I didn't mean you should always make things about yourself."

She wouldn't do that to the world at large.

[my_own_advocate]

"... Right, but when should I?"

Luce. Please.

[okteiviakom]

"Right now," Octavia said, because it was all she had. "You're doing a great job of it."

That was only narrowly not dry.

[my_own_advocate]

"Hm," Lucifer hummed, thoughtful. "Duly noted. Do let me know again in the future if it is at all necessary."

[okteiviakom]

"I think that'll kind of defeat the purpose," Octavia murmured. "But, maybe."

[my_own_advocate]

It was Lucifer's turn to lean in and kiss her cheek. "Thank you," he said. "And I'm more than happy to change the subject, as well."

[okteiviakom]

"Mochof," Octavia murmured.

Stealing a little nuzzle.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer let go of her hand. He slid the arm around her shoulders instead. "We should get more accessories for the rack room," he mused.

[okteiviakom]

"Accessories like what?" Octavia asked, settling into his new embrace.

He could change the subject, she could help with some prompting.

[my_own_advocate]

"More... furniture, for a start," Lucifer mused. "You know you can get benches that are shaped so it puts the person on them into the position, so to speak? Crosses and cages might be a touch too military prison-fantasy for our tastes, but a good bondage chair or a pillory..."

[okteiviakom]

"What's a pillory?"

He should have expected this question.

[my_own_advocate]

"Oh, you might actually like this," Lucifer laughed. "So back in medieval times, some criminals who hadn't committed terrible enough crimes to be imprisoned or executed would, instead, be sentenced to public humiliation. A pillory was this contraption made of wood with holes for the hands and the head, and the criminal would be trapped in it for whatever duration of time the local government felt they deserved to be shamed."

He smirked. "And then whoever came by could do whatever they wished."

[okteiviakom]

"... I don't think you should start with 'you might like this', and then follow it up with depressing history facts," Octavia couldn't help saying.

Though there was interest in her eyes, all the same.