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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[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer turned to look at her properly. "How did you feel?" he said. "When I did?"

[okteiviakom]

Guess he hadn't gotten the memo about her attempts at hiding. Too bad for Octavia.

"Ashamed," she said, meeting his eyes all the same. The word was quiet, but it didn't sound like that was actually a bad thing. Even before what followed. "Seen. Loved."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer, for his part, at least reached out to touch her hair, to brush his fingers soothingly through it, and then along her cheek.

"You are," he said quietly. "Seen and loved, at any rate."

[okteiviakom]

"Sometimes ashamed, too."

Maybe her cheek was a little warm under his touch, a little flushed.

"Safe, with you."

[my_own_advocate]

He had to ask, though.

"Why shame, darling?"

[okteiviakom]

"I don't know," Octavia admitted. "Maybe it's not even the right word? When it's a shame that still... excites me."

That was an understatement.

She tried leaning into his touch more.

"Just feels like something I shouldn't like, I guess. Like maybe it's, I don't know... Showing weakness.

[my_own_advocate]

"Ah," Lucifer said. He cupped her cheek, pressed a kiss against the other one. "Yes. I would imagine feeling weak is... potent, for you."

[okteiviakom]

"Yeah," Octavia sighed. "I don't like it." A soft pause. "Except for the part that even now would like to lay down across your lap for a good... disciplining."

One of the other things to have made her face burn in the past.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer kissed her jaw. "Mm," he hummed. In acknowledgement. "That, too, is a potent one."

[okteiviakom]

"What's that saying?" Octavia murmured, nuzzling his face. "A glutton for punishment."

[my_own_advocate]

"A masochist, is the technical term," Lucifer teased softly.

[okteiviakom]

"I guess," Octavia replied quietly, "if you want to get technical."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer gave her hip the gentlest swat.

"Sometimes I enjoy being pedantic," he murmured.

[okteiviakom]

"Ow," Octavia said.

What? He deserved it.

[my_own_advocate]

"Oh, I'm sure you'll be all right," Lucifer said, and kissed her-- well, her hair.

[okteiviakom]

"With your cruelty?" Octavia replied, teasing her fingers through the hair at the back of his neck. "Think we just established that I'm really good with it."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer chuckled. "Well, if you get a second wind, we can always put you over my lap," he said. "Though now I wish I'd brought snacks."

[okteiviakom]

"I'm not enough of one?"

Ha ha.

[my_own_advocate]

"Mm," Lucifer said thoughtfully. "Well. You are very nourishing, but not much for carbs, I'm afraid."

He nuzzled her neck and gave it a little nip.

[okteiviakom]

"There's probably something stashed away downstairs," Octavia sighed, tilting her head a fraction. "If only you had someone you could tell to fetch things..."

[my_own_advocate]

"But then who would keep me warm?" Lucifer asked, batting his eyelashes.

[okteiviakom]

"Well, if you're more interested in being warm," Octavia replied, easily enough, amused, "then that's of course your choice."

[my_own_advocate]

"This is a cruel crossroads to put me at," Lucifer sighed. "Now what do I do?"

[okteiviakom]

Oh, Octavia had just the response for this.

"Well, I think that means you have to ask yourself," she rasped, something faintly sly in her expression, "what is it you truly desire?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Hm."

That turn of phrase did apparently strike him somewhere and in a good way, because Lucifer rolled on top of her seconds after making that noise, and kissed her thoroughly.