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]

"I know," Octavia murmured, "but I guess sometimes I need weird ways of you telling me so."

[my_own_advocate]

"Duly noted."

He pressed a kiss against the nearest available patch of her skin.

[okteiviakom]

Somewhere on her face. Her eyes closed.

"Though I guess none of this is really weird."

[my_own_advocate]

"What do you mean?" Lucifer asked.

Curious, nothing else.

[okteiviakom]

"For something to be weird, something else has to be normal," Octavia explained. Somewhat. "But all of this exists... just between us."

She looked up at his face.

"So normal is whatever we make it."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer let out a soft, thoughtful huff. "You're right," he murmured. "In this house, 'normal' is what we decide to do with each other."

[okteiviakom]

"Exactly," Octavia murmured. "It doesn't have to work for anyone but us."

[my_own_advocate]

"And it works," Lucifer said softly. "Very well."

[okteiviakom]

"Aside from the occasional bump," Octavia agreed. "Nothing we haven't been able to handle."

[my_own_advocate]

"That's just us figuring ourselves and each other out better, I think," Lucifer said. "Terrifying and frustrating as it can be."

[okteiviakom]

"It's learning," Octavia said. "Figuring out what works, where the boundaries are." Mostly hers. "What we need."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer nodded.

"Did you... learn anything today?" he asked.

[okteiviakom]

"Well, the hand around my neck works," Octavia said, getting something obvious out of the way first as she thought about the rest. "And apparently I'm more fine with scarves for restraints than I thought I would be, though we should still look into leather." A pause. "And, oh. I guess restraints in general aren't an issue."

[my_own_advocate]

"Very good things to know," Lucifer agreed. "And we do still have those cuffs. I just think we can get more creative. Especially combined with your harness."

[okteiviakom]

"Tell me more?" Octavia prompted. Gently, trying for playful.

[my_own_advocate]

"You do have a lot of straps," Lucifer mused. "A lot of places to tie things to."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gave a soft huff.

"Hmm, thinking of tying me up by my straps?"

[my_own_advocate]

"We could see if we can put you up in that frame without the bench," Lucifer said merrily.

[okteiviakom]

Okay, he was earning some raised eyebrows for that one.

"Like... suspension? Ambitious."

[my_own_advocate]

"Definitely something from the 'advanced' book, yes," Lucifer said. "I've done it before, however." He tilted his head. "We can also tie you to the bench, and use the frame as a way to make you... well, stretch."

[okteiviakom]

"Stretch?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Stretching arms or legs just far enough to be slightly uncomfortable," Lucifer said. "Oh. There are also numerous ways to tie someone up that stops you from moving one way but not another..."

[okteiviakom]

"Oh, you'll have to show me sometime," Octavia smirked. "All of it."

Greedy, her? Never.

[my_own_advocate]

"It works best with ropes," Lucifer noted, "But I'm not sure how you'd feel about those."

[okteiviakom]

"Not great," Octavia admitted, "but I'm sure we could figure something out."

Or she could see what bondage rope was like and realize it was nothing to worry about. Whichever came to pass quicker.