okteiviakom | The Drum Room, Cape Rouge, Friday Noon

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The Drum Room, Cape Rouge, Friday Noon

Octavia had been... holding it together. So far. For the most part. Sure, all this was annoying as hell, being at the mercy of her pollen-addled hormones while being the only affected person on the Rouge, and while her stupidly attractive partners had somehow thought it a good idea to go on an off-island date on the one evening this week she'd had actual reason to be away from the boat ~~even if the club shift had been a handwavy one thanks to RL~~.

Ahem.

Anyway, she'd been handling it. Mostly by going on jogs and generally keeping herself physically active in ways that made her too tired to focus much on other ways of being physically active, because she felt some unease about making any of this anyone else's problem, especially knowing the issues Duke had had in the past.

By Friday, her legs were kind of beginning to protest any more running, though, and she had to turn to something else. And the something else... Well, she'd been avoiding the drums ever since she'd set up the kit and finished the room. But guess today she was just too tired and desperate to be afraid anymore: ultimately, there had been barely any hesitation at all before she'd slipped into the new drum room/cabin, and taken a seat behind the kit.

And picked up the sticks, suddenly so familiar in her hands that it was almost as if a decade hadn't passed at all. Although, actually playing...

So far, it was just a whole lot of very loud noise, but it felt good. And that was enough, for now.

[ooc: Open, of course. ETA: NSFW, surprising absolutely no one.]

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Octavia tried to bite him as he was doing that.

He could 'darling' her later, clearly.

Lucifer's laugh was low and shuddering as he felt her teeth. But he pulled away from her a moment later.

Only to quickly pull his shirt up over his head and open his fly, mind you.

Octavia was still being full-on shark-like in the way she was eyeing him.

While fumbling the front of her own pants open, then doing her level best to shove both them and her underwear at least some of the way down her hips.

"Good girl," Lucifer breathed.

Games, he'd save for a next time. For now, he was settling between her legs, taking himself in hand, and pressing himself against her entrance.

Octavia might have actually tried to maul him if he'd tried for any games.

She made a growly noise even now, trying just barely to buck her hips up to meet him, to just get him in her.

"I'm here, I'm here," Lucifer murmured, leaning over her, close to her face.

He kissed her. He pressed into her.

Perfect.

And so easy.

Octavia muffled another guttural noise against his mouth as he filled her up, and a small wave of relief brushed through her at just the first little bit of what she'd been craving for days.

Her hands found his shoulders. Dug in.

"This is what I want," Lucifer growled against her lips. He kissed her again, roughly, and let his hips match it.

No slowness, no waiting, just movement.

Heaven.

Octavia shuddered, then bit at his lips again, suddenly breathless. She'd been fighting her body so long, and the drop into just giving in was a sharp one.

This was what she wanted, too. Straightforward and rough, something to succumb to.

And Lucifer hadn't lied. He'd missed her. Her understated cheer, her quiet intensity, and yes, the feeling of her against him like this.

He kissed her, haphazard and full of want and love and lust and a deeper desire that brought all of them together. He pushed her hips up further so he could go deeper, and then he did, just chasing the loss and the promise of bringing them back together.

Octavia, for once, wasn't feeling anything nearly that complicated. Just... bliss.

As her ragged moan seemed to suggest. And the scratching at his upper back.

And that was what mattered, really. Lucifer groaned, putting his back into it, hands shifting down just to pull her underwear down a little further. More space.

He was free to do absolutely anything, as far as Octavia was concerned - but a little more space and freedom were particularly welcome.

She was panting, her skin flushed beyond just her face by now. Something already coiling in the pit of her stomach, and fast.

She had absolutely been holding this back for too long. It wouldn't surprise him.

Lucifer pushed her knees apart further, leaned in, kissed her again, rough and wanting.

Octavia whimpered, loud and unbidden. The noises were getting noticeably more desperate with the latest change of angle and intensity.

Her hands had slid to the back of his neck, blunt nails digging into his skin for purchase, or to keep him there.

He wasn't going anywhere.

Lucifer was focused. On her, on feeling her skin against his again, the slight scratch of her nails; wishing faintly they'd gotten more undressed, revelling in how raw it felt this way.

Swallowing her noises. Letting her know he'd been here all along.

There was nothing in the world but him. He was here now and that was what really mattered.

Well, that and the thing that was building up and building up and building --

Oh.

It felt like her entire lower half contracted, and then the soreness in her muscles blended perfectly with the pleasure as it washed through her. She didn't even make a sound, choking on the feeling, but that didn't make any of it any less obvious: nails harsher, body contorted with tension underneath his, and the spasms around him.

Just white noise in her ears.

"Yes," Lucifer whispered, mouth skimming down against her neck. "Yes, that's it..."

His own hips still moving, towards an orgasm further away still.

Octavia was lost in it, just relishing how intense it all was after the week she'd had.

Gasped, as soon as his lips weren't on hers anymore.

Lucifer moaned against her skin, mumbling some useless, filthy praise. He had already accomplished what he set out to do; now, he just tried to follow her as fast as he could.

Moving, moving, moving.

"Please," Octavia mumbled, breathless, "take."

No more finrona: now she was just offering everything she had for him to join her where she already was.

He did as he always did; he followed her command. He took.

Until at last, Lucifer tensed up, one last thrust burying him deep within her body, and he just--

Let go.

Octavia mumbled something about 'good' and 'beautiful', wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

Gathering him close as he spilled into her.

Lucifer gasped, fingers gripping the sheets hard, and then-- relaxed, melting against her.

Suddenly, Octavia really wished she hadn't still been wearing a shirt. But, oh well.

She hummed something faint and soothing, still a little out of breath.

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