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]

"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.

[my_own_advocate]

"And all I was doing was waiting for you to come to me," Lucifer admitted wrily.

[okteiviakom]

You know what, Octavia could probably just leave her face pressed in his hair. It seemed like a nice course of action.

"I don't know if that was going to happen," she muttered. "Sorry."

[my_own_advocate]

"Well, at least we got here in the end." Lucifer closed his eyes, relishing the closeness for a moment.

[okteiviakom]

"Good thing we have words."

She mostly hit the wry tone she was going for.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer laughed softly. "Who knew they'd come in handy this way?"

[okteiviakom]

"I did," Octavia admitted. "Maybe not for this, specifically, but..." She trailed off briefly, thinking it over. "I mean, it's a shorthand. Kind of a cheat for cutting right to the heart of some things."

[my_own_advocate]

"Without taking the momentum out of it."

Lucifer drew little patterns on her skin, under the shirt.

[okteiviakom]

"Yeah," Octavia sighed. "Just getting on the same page quick, one way or the other."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer smiled softly. "Would you like to stay on the same page a bit longer?" he asked. "Catch up a bit?"

[okteiviakom]

Octavia nuzzled his hair some more. "Are you propositioning me?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Very much so," Lucifer said, grinning. "It might take a few minutes before my cock rejoins the proceedings, but there's plenty the rest of me can get up to, first..."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia snorted, but there was a world of soft fondness in it.

"Do your worst, niron."

She was comfortable, now, and this was like any other time.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer chuckled, and tilted his chin up slowly until he could catch her mouth with his.

Like any other time.