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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[okteiviakom]

Octavia shifted a little closer to him. Where her leg could press gently against his arm.

"Exactly."

[betterthanaplan]

Duke leaned, very slightly, into her leg.

“So. How do we salvage this Date Night?”

[okteiviakom]

"I don't know," Octavia said, on a sigh, but it wasn't anything like that anxiously evasive way she'd said it a few times, earlier. Softer, gentler.

She leaned forward a fraction, to put her hand on his shoulder. "How do we usually salvage things?"

[betterthanaplan]

“Little bit of this,” Duke said. “Talking softer. Little touches. I think that’s the start.”

[okteiviakom]

"So not just going up to Lucifer's bedroom and taking all our clothes off?" Octavia checked.

Clearly she'd regained at least some of her footing to be making a joke, wry as it was.

[betterthanaplan]

“I think that part comes later,” Duke said with a soft laugh. “But we can definitely end up there if you want to.”

[okteiviakom]

"I guess we'll see," Octavia said.

Her hand strayed from his shoulder to his hair, instead.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke tilted his head to give her a better angle.

“You know what this place needs?” he said idly.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia didn't hesitate to take advantage of it, burying her fingers in his hair.

"What?"

[betterthanaplan]

Duke smiled up at her.

“A pool.”

[okteiviakom]

"A pool?" Octavia repeated, with a faint, confused frown. "How would that work?"

[betterthanaplan]

“It could be an indoor pool. With big windows to let in lots of natural light and the warm air in the summer.”

[okteiviakom]

"Does that... fit?"

Octavia knew nothing about pools in houses.

[betterthanaplan]

“It’ll take some work. And a bunch of money. But yeah, we could do it.”

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's head tilted a little.

"How did you even think of that?"

[betterthanaplan]

Duke shrugged. “I don’t know. I like swimming and it’s getting colder out. This place is definitely big enough for at least a lap pool.”

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gave one of her vague hums. Thoughtful.

"And I guess a private pool would be nice," she said, brushing her fingers through his hair. Then hummed for another thought. "If you can build it and maintain it in a way that's not... doing damage."