Lucifer's Mansion, Saturday Evening

[okteiviakom]

Guess there were some pretty obvious perks to Duke and Lucifer's newly-constructed pool in the basement of the mansion. Like the option of a quiet, private evening swim, which was exactly what Octavia had just indulged in.

What had then drawn her up onto the top floor of the house was unclear, but what had drawn her out onto the balcony was much easier to pinpoint: the waxing crescent moon, bright in the sky. Almost painfully obvious for her, for natshana, as much as she'd tried to put a little bit of distance between herself and... all of that.

It didn't feel much like distance at all, right now. Everything with her just kept coming back to objects in the sky, didn't it? This planet. The Ark. Eligius. Natshana, skaifaya -- en deimeika. Octavia watched the sickle-shape in the sky, and gave a little sigh, like something in her chest, her shoulders, was deflating.

A thought almost flitted through her head without anything actionable catching onto it. Almost. It was a song, something she'd heard recently, fed to her by whatever algorithm took over once whatever she'd been listening to before it had run out. Something she hadn't even let play all the way through, the first time around.

As she got her phone out, she wondered whether she was even going to find it.

She did.

She pressed play, and let it play quietly out into the darkness of the evening.

Yellow sun is shining in the afternoon; I'd really like to tell you, but I feel it's too soon...

[ooc: Open, SP likely. Also yes I am magicking enough clear sky for her to see what I've been looking at all evening, shush.]

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[my_own_advocate]

"We have very memorable sex," Lucifer said. "Though I may have missed half a hand job here or there, impossible to be certain."

[okteiviakom]

"Damn," Octavia said, continuing to look impressed.

At the number, or his memory? Probably both.

[my_own_advocate]

"We are very good at sex," Lucifer agreed. "Being brilliant and incredibly attractive people."

[okteiviakom]

"I don't know if that's entirely true," Octavia replied, a little slowly.

Her lips were getting around to curving faintly again, too, so she may have had a specific reason for saying that.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer tilted his head. "Hm?"

[okteiviakom]

"After all," Octavia pointed out, in a bit of a raspy drawl, "we're not having sex right now."

Tiny shrug.

"I don't know how brilliant of us that is."

[my_own_advocate]

"Ah," Lucifer said, a slow smile spreading across his face. "We can fix that, of course."

[okteiviakom]

"Are we smart enough for that?" Octavia asked, quirking her eyebrows.

And drank the last sip from her glass.

[my_own_advocate]

"I think we are," Lucifer said, shifting.

Until he faced her.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia looked up at him.

And smirked a little, quietly.

[my_own_advocate]

And Lucifer leaned in to kiss that smirk

[okteiviakom]

Octavia met him halfway, reaching up for him - with her face, yes, but also with her free hand, fingers sliding into his hair.

Needing to touch.

[my_own_advocate]

And in turn, Lucifer's fingers slid up along her sides.

He sighed against her mouth.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia hummed in response against his.

And leaned against him further, as her hand settled to cradle the back of his head. And while she kissed him with... an eagerness, maybe.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer couldn't say he had quite anticipated that eagerness. But he wasn't about to argue with it. Instead he matched it.

Let his hands roam a bit more... eagerly, too.

[okteiviakom]

Everything she was wearing was soft. Made for easy and comfortable roaming.

And all the while Octavia was pressing against him. Insistent, but for what? Maybe just for the closeness itself.

(Something more simple than everything she'd been thinking about earlier.)

[my_own_advocate]

And Lucifer pushed, too-- pushed her up against the balcony window, his fingers slipping under her shirt now.

More insistent.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia made a noise in her throat when her back met the window, her fingertips pressing into his scalp. The shirt was loose on her, and the skin underneath it was warm.

Her other hand found his waist.

[my_own_advocate]

Was there anyone out on Selkie Peak tonight? Ah, who cared if they made a scene.

Lucifer cupped her breast with one hand, and-- oh, a thought occurred to him. It became action almost instantly, his free hand sneaking down under the waistband of her trousers to go cup something else.

[okteiviakom]

There was no fabric under the hand on her chest, and only something thin under his other one.

Really just a reason for Octavia to instinctively press her hips forward. That and the little noise she made against his mouth should've given him more than enough of a clue about how she was feeling about his actions.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer caught that noise between his teeth, nipping at her bottom lip, two fingers pressing firmly against the thin fabric. Rubbing against her, following the line of her folds up, up, until they found something firmer yet to tease.

She was, remained, remarkable. He murmured as much.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia made another noise, this one almost a strangled whimper. She was just barely rocking her hips back and forth against his rubbing, bringing a little extra movement, adding to her own teasing.

Sometimes there was something magical about him. How easy (safe) it was for her to give up everything except seeking pleasure. Giving in to it.

[my_own_advocate]

His other hand curved around her breast, taking his time to just appreciate the weight of it in his palm. The focus of Lucifer's motions was elsewhere, after all, slow and steady, wanting to coax an equally unhurried pleasure out of her.

He kissed her again. Swallowed the noise.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia sighed into it. Maybe her hands had had more of a sense of purpose a moment ago, but now they seemed to just be holding on, to the back of his neck, to his hip.

Giving her an anchor, as more and more of her focus slid down her body, to the way warmth built under his fingers.

[my_own_advocate]

"You're beautiful," Lucifer whispered. He tugged on the tight fabric, let his knuckles curl around it and brush, uncovered, against her.

Then he let go, and his fingers were working against her again. "I want to make you come," he murmured, "In any of a thousand different ways."