Lucifer's Mansion, Friday Evening

[okteiviakom]

A lot could happen in a week. Like Octavia doing a 180 on what she considered an appropriate venue for her and Duke's inaugural date night. Not that they hadn't had date nights before (although ones Octavia had probably refused to call that, with her own internal rules about language), but there were date nights, and there were date nights.

There were random events, and there were the beginnings of traditions.

(Hopeful ones, anyway.)

So there Octavia was, already at the house. She'd thought about cooking something herself, maybe paella like Lucifer had taught her to make once, but had ultimately decided against it. This all felt new enough as it was, without adding the unknown factor of her cooking into it.

The trusty Thai she'd ordered had arrived a moment or two ago, and was now sitting on the coffee table in the living room.

Now all she needed was her date.

[ooc: For that guy. No, not that one, the other one.]

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[betterthanaplan]

"That was a long time ago," Duke said gently. "I'm -- I've processed a lot of stuff." He wished she were doing a little less hiding, but they could work on that. "And that was about orders, not so much about rope."

Lucifer did a fair amount of ordering, too. But what really went right to the sweet spot in Duke's brain was being helpless -- but also safe.

That was what he was hoping to find with her.

[okteiviakom]

"I know a lot more about orders than I do about rope," Octavia replied, quietly. But she hadn't pulled away, even with all her half-hiding. That was something. "That's... more Lucifer's thing."

Well. In that way where Lucifer's thing was whatever got his partners going, anyway.

[betterthanaplan]

"Lucifer likes giving us whatever we need," Duke said. "You and me . . . we gotta figure things out a bit differently." He tilted his head at her. "It doesn't have to be ropes. I think I mentioned once that maybe we could, like, play out a struggle for it? With scarves or straps, or even you just. Holding me down. And we'd use safe words, make sure neither of us ended up doing something we don't like."

[okteiviakom]

He had mentioned something like that before, hadn't he?

It felt like it had been a thousand years ago.

"Obviously safe words," Octavia muttered. Not really touching the rest right off the bat because she didn't immediately have the words.

[betterthanaplan]

"Obviously," Duke agreed. "We could do the stoplight system. Luce mentioned you guys have used that."

[okteiviakom]

That part was at least a little easier to talk about. Octavia latched onto it.

"Yeah," she murmured. "There's a safeword too, but the colors seem... Like less of a full stop, if we don't need a full stop. And 'green'..."

She chewed on her lip a little, thinking about it.

"Sometimes it works like a shorthand. Like we can skip a conversation we would otherwise have to have."

[betterthanaplan]

"Sounds like fun," Duke said. "We can start slow. Simple. Feel our way into it, maybe."

[okteiviakom]

'Fun' was pretty far from the first word Octavia would have used. But how could he know? He hadn't asked.

And she didn't entirely have all the right words to volunteer.

Octavia gave another vague hum. Pressed another kiss against his shoulder.

[betterthanaplan]

That was their perennial issue, the fact that Duke never knew the right thing to ask.

So he tried "what are you thinking?" again. It had worked pretty well last time.

[okteiviakom]

"I don't know," Octavia muttered. She nuzzled at his shoulder with a half-suppressed sigh. It was less about hiding - even if the effect was the same - and more about...

Trying to think.

About what she was feeling, and how much of that she could actually put into words.

[betterthanaplan]

"Okay," Duke said, nodding. "I can wait."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia kept him waiting for... a moment. Two?

And then she muttered, "Probably safer if you get your fun with Lucifer."

[betterthanaplan]

Duke nodded slowly.

"Safer for me?" he asked gently. "Or safer for you?"

[okteiviakom]

"Safer," Octavia repeated.

Two things could be true at once.

[betterthanaplan]

Lucifer had told Duke outright that he couldn't trust him anymore, and Duke was working hard at earning that trust back.

He was starting to think maybe he needed to do that with Octavia, too.

"Is there anything I can do to help make it safer for us?"

[okteiviakom]

He may well have been on the right track with that hunch.

"I don't know," Octavia said, once again. It was almost funny: just the previous evening, she'd watched him in his crown and she'd had thoughts, and yet now...

Now it all felt so far away and not for her.

She shook her head, straightened up a little. "I don't know. Maybe there isn't."

(Maybe she didn't work like that.)

[betterthanaplan]

That . . . that hurt.

Duke was careful to keep it off his face, though.

"Okay," he said. "You'll let me know if you think of something?"

[okteiviakom]

There was something about that 'if you think of something' that rubbed Octavia the wrong way, too. Plenty of unfortunate feelings to go around.

With another hum low in her throat, she straightened up the rest of the way, and reached out for one of their abandoned food containers, as if that would help her sort out her thoughts into anything... actually useful.

(She didn't want to be sending this whole thing downhill fast, but it was hard.)

[betterthanaplan]

Oh good. Duke had said the wrong thing again.

"I'll tell you if I think of something," he offered, a bit lamely.

Why did this have to be so hard? He and Lucifer might scream at each other, but at least that eventually led to actual communication.

Duke had no idea how to talk to Octavia anymore.

[okteiviakom]

Specifically about things that were very important to her and that he'd previously (and memorably) flinched away from? No. But skills could be re-learned.

Especially if Octavia could talk herself into helping him out, which... she didn't immediately seem to be able to do. But she was buying herself time by grabbing a fork and digging into whatever the mostly cold thing in the container was.

Trying to think.

[betterthanaplan]

That would definitely help. Especially if she managed it before Duke spiraled too deep into his mental recriminations.

He picked up his own cold food carton and started picking away at it.

[okteiviakom]

Whether any of the words Octavia landed on would actually help... remained to be seen. Her voice had gone a little flat, by the time she spoke again. "You've processed things," she said, slowly. "And that's great for you."

She meant it, despite the mildness.

She speared some food with the fork. Kept her eyes on it. "But it doesn't change the fact that you turned away from that part of me, years ago. And now you come back and you're talking about tying you up, or playfighting you into submission, and... you don't know who you're talking to, anymore."

[betterthanaplan]

You messed up once and ruined it forever.

Duke shoved that voice aside hard. He was rebuilding with Lucifer. This didn't have to be ruined forever.

"We've both been through a lot," he said softly. "I'm not the same guy I was then, either."

He was learning to let go and it meant so much to him. He wanted so badly to share that with her, too.

[okteiviakom]

"No," Octavia agreed. "Now you want things."

She was... wording things as she processed them. It wasn't all going to be the best.

"And it's okay to want things." That much, she knew, needed to be clear. "But now you're coming to me with scenarios where you get them."

[betterthanaplan]

So he was allowed to want them, but not allowed to get them.

No. Knock that off.

"We don't have to do anything you don't want to do," Duke said firmly. "I mean it. I just -- if you don't want to because you're worried about how I'll react. . . . That feels like something we can work on. But if you don't want to because -- because you just don't want to. We can do other things."