Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Evening

[okteiviakom]

It had been a weird week. And one where Octavia had spent most of it convinced that there would absolutely not be a date night at the end of it. Not because anyone had told her so, but because she'd convinced herself so.

And then just earlier on Sunday, Lucifer had convinced her otherwise.

So here she was.

And here they were. Curled up on the couch, the most casual setting possible for eating the simple, fruity meal Octavia had (somewhat) requested Lucifer to make for dinner. They were almost all the way through it, already. Octavia was having to chase some of the things on her plate around with her fork to get them on it.

"Should make this again."

It was high praise.

[ooc: For that guy.]

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[okteiviakom]

Octavia gave a little hum.

"Every last one of us is a person."

Not a disagreement.

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes," Lucifer said. He kissed her again. "And you are one of mine."

[okteiviakom]

"I know."

But tell me again.

Her hand snuck into his hair.

[my_own_advocate]

"Mine," Lucifer murmured, his lips sliding from hers, dotting kisses along her cheek. Following the invisible line left by his thumb.

[okteiviakom]

"Yours," Octavia agreed, softer, tilting her face just so to give him free reign.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer nipped gently at her earlobe. His fingers brushed her hair aside so he could leave more kisses along her neck.

Each one a promise. A claim. Perhaps both.

[okteiviakom]

Maybe Octavia could do with a little bit of claiming. Something to tether her. She felt each kiss, something traveling down her spine with them.

Her fingers were carding through his hair, slow, like she was reminding herself how to do it.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer found the join of her shoulder and her neck. He buried his teeth in it, a touch less gentle, his fingers gripping her hair.

[okteiviakom]

And not for the first time that day, Octavia shuddered. With a gasp, this time, and a slight, involuntary tightening of her own fingers in his hair.

She could feel heart instantly thumping a little harder in her chest.

[my_own_advocate]

And Lucifer finally allowed himself to let his hand slide down, to palm her breast over her shirt. "You're incredible," he said softly. "How could I ever pass up a moment with you?"

[okteiviakom]

Octavia had several answers, none of which she wanted him to have to hear. So instead, she pushed into the touch, welcoming it.

And said, "I'm here now."

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes," Lucifer breathed.

He slid his hand further down. Pushed up her shirt. "And I'd like to have you, right here on this sofa."

[okteiviakom]

There were upsides to how Octavia had chosen to dress very casual and comfortable for this particular evening. (As if any other choice had even crossed her mind.) Meant she was wearing a tee that moved easily. Soft, comfortable pants that hung loose on her, too.

"Please," she said, with more feeling behind it than she'd meant for it to. Her hand slid away from his hair, cupped his cheek instead. "Show me I'm yours."

[my_own_advocate]

"I will," Lucifer promised, voice low. "Raise your arms."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's fingertips rubbed his cheek as her hand pulled away.

And then she raised her arms, no hesitation.

[my_own_advocate]

And Lucifer pulled that nice, pliable fabric over her arms, then cast it aside.

He reached for her bra after, though he left his fingers a moment or two to linger over the skin of her back.

[okteiviakom]

A moment of two was enough to make Octavia shiver.

She was watching his face. Reading it.

[my_own_advocate]

There was a softness into it.

But also intent, like he felt she was the most beautiful thing in the universe, and he had plans for her. He wanted to unwrap her slowly, and then unravel her; he slid his hand up to cup the back of her neck, and leaned in, opening his mouth, sliding it over her nipple.

His eyes were still set on hers.

[okteiviakom]

And so Octavia was under his spell, too. Unable to look away even if she'd wanted to. (She didn't.) Her hand found his arm, for something to hold.

Her inhale was on the noisy sound, at least in her own ears. And the look on her face was... one of rapt attention.

Open, soft.

[my_own_advocate]

In the quiet, the sound of his mouth, sucking was incredibly loud.

Lucifer's fingers played around the knot of her spine, the gentle slope of it downward. Then... firmed, as if a support. Or an anchor.

[okteiviakom]

Well at least the gasp out of Octavia was in good company, as far as noises went. Her nipple was becoming a peak, in the wet and warm circle of his lips, and not taking its sweet time about it, either.

Her head wanted to tilt back. She didn't let it. She had a hand free, so she put the energy into pushing her fingers through his hair again, instead.

[my_own_advocate]

So Lucifer lingered. Worked over that peaked skin with his tongue, drawing long, leisurely lines across her nerves with his tongue.

When he let it fall from his mouth at last, it was only to leave more kisses around it, following the curve of her breast. Leaving a promise, a ghost, of the edge of his teeth against her.

[okteiviakom]

There was a noise, low in the back of Octavia's throat, that seemed to suggest the promise was a welcome one. Not that there was any surprise in that.

Besides, he'd left sensitive skin subtly wet, so when it caught the air in the room again now, that... felt like something, too.

When had Octavia started worrying her own bottom lip between her teeth?

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer muffled a soft chuckle against the skin between her breasts.

When he slid his mouth over her other nipple, it was less an edge, and more the firm sensation of teeth against her skin.

[okteiviakom]

That one had already taken a head start to stiffening, too. Octavia gave a hiss, but as he well knew, that was never a protest with her.

The fingers in his hair gave it a little tug.