The Drum Room, Cape Rouge, Friday Noon

[okteiviakom]

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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[okteiviakom]

"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.

[my_own_advocate]

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.

[okteiviakom]

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

Gathering him close as he spilled into her.

[my_own_advocate]

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

[okteiviakom]

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.

[my_own_advocate]

A sigh. And finally, Lucifer shifted, sliding out of her body. He didn't go far, just slid a hand up her shirt and curled into her side.

[okteiviakom]

That was... sweet, in a way that almost made her breath catch.

Octavia left her arm around his shoulders, holding him close, but her other hand slid to where it could cover his hand. Just, over the fabric instead of under.

[my_own_advocate]

"I missed that," Lucifer admitted, hushed.

He kissed her cheek.

[okteiviakom]

"Me too," Octavia admitted in a murmur. "Ai hod yu in."

It seemed important, right now.

[my_own_advocate]

"Ai hod yu in seintaim," Lucifer whispered. "My Octavia."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia rubbed the back of his shoulder. Thought about... all of this, and what she wanted to say.

"I know you want me all the time," she murmured, eventually. "I do. But this week is weird. And I needed... I needed it to feel like it was want first, not... help."

[my_own_advocate]

"You know I offer it as help because I don't want to force you into anything if all this pollen genuinely upsets you," Lucifer murmured. "Remember, I once had to convince Duke it was all right to simply leave the island."

[okteiviakom]

"I'm not Duke." In many ways, when it came to this. "And I don't want my sex life to be about help, even when there's pollen. It's the help that upsets me."

[my_own_advocate]

"All right," Lucifer said slowly. "But you also did not make any desire to have actual sex clear. Quite the opposite. If we hadn't had our words, this wouldn't have happened. I'd be far too worried about the island forcing you to give in to acts you didn't want to participate in."

[okteiviakom]

"... I've spent five days doing whatever I chose, and you still think the island has the power to force me?"

This was a genuine question. And confused.

[my_own_advocate]

"You spent five days at least fifty feet away from us at all times," Lucifer pointed out. "What if I made an actual physical pass at you and you didn't really want to?"

[okteiviakom]

And now Octavia was frowning at his math, too, though that part didn't seem worth squabbling over.

"Then I would've said no?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Then why on Earth were you avoiding us?"

She wasn't the only one helplessly confused.

[okteiviakom]

"I didn't think I was?" Octavia replied. "Not more than any other week I go to the preserve a lot."

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes, but this is sex pollen week," Lucifer pointed out. "And you're vanishing half the time and being stoic while you're here, it's a touch mixed signals, isn't it?"

[okteiviakom]

"That doesn't make it avoiding you," Octavia replied. "But if it's felt like that... I'm sorry."

[my_own_advocate]

"It did, a bit," Lucifer admitted. "Duke and I thought we should wait until it was either over or you ran out of stubbornness."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's voice had fallen into a very soft murmur.

"I didn't mean it to be like that."

[my_own_advocate]

"I'm sorry, as well," Lucifer said quietly. "If I'd figured it out sooner, we would have both had much more fun this week."

[okteiviakom]

"All I really needed was for you to ask, not offer," Octavia murmured, turning her head just enough to press a kiss in his hair.