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Lucifer's Mansion, Saturday Evening

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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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.

"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."

"Want you to," Octavia whispered back, breathless, hurried, as if there was any danger of him taking it back. "Need you to."

"I'm going to take you inside," Lucifer said, voice soft but heavy with promise. "And while I do, I want you to think about how you want me."

His hand slid away from her breast and settled on her hip, steering her towards the door.

The other remained as it was. Moving, rhythmic and firm.

Inescapable, in the best of ways.

Octavia nodded, like words escaped her. Her gaze darted past him, to the sky, but she let him move her, guide her.

Both of her hands dug in for better purchase.

"And I will give you," Lucifer murmured, maneuvering her-- careful, slow, as to not disrupt the rest of this. As to be able to keep pushing up the tension, fingertips aching for a wetness he was sure was coming. "Whatever you desire."

They stepped through the doorway.

"I know," Octavia breathed, gaze flicking to his face now, instead.

She reached up. Kissed him again.

Lucifer kissed her, halfway across the threshold.

He let it distract him, just for a moment.

And Octavia made sure to make it worth it, being distracted. Not that she was thinking about it in those terms. It was just something she found herself wanting to do. A moment of want on top of everything else he was already inspiring.

The eagerness was back in the kiss again, as brief as it was. When she broke off from it, her gasp against his lips sounded breathless.

Lucifer sucked in one loud breath of air.

And then, in one fluid motion, he pushed her to the bed.

The gasp from a few seconds ago was mirrored by a sharp, unsteady exhale.

Surprise, with a complete lack of resistance. Octavia met the bed, backs of her legs first.

And the second she did, Lucifer was on her, straddling her. Pressing her back against the blankets as he kissed her again.

Octavia kissed him back with want and need and urgency, both of her hands now kneading at his shoulders.

Nothing seemed like a conscious choice.

And Lucifer's fingers dipped into her panties again, curving. Finding something else to explore.

"Tell me," he breathed against her mouth.

By now, Octavia wasn't just warm, but decidedly wet, too. There was a little noise in her throat at the touch, a little tightening of her hands on him.

"On my side." A whisper, a breath, like something drawn out of her mouth by an outside force she wasn't fighting. "You behind me. I -- I want to see the window."

"As you wish," Lucifer murmured.

He pressed a soft kiss to the corner of her mouth. And then-- moved, rolling aside. To allow her to settle into place, even if he missed her warmth under his fingers immediately.

He probably wouldn't have to miss anything for too long. Especially because Octavia immediately missed him, too.

She rolled onto her side, facing away from him, towards the window.

Towards the sky.

Lucifer scooted up against her as soon as she had turned, hips against hers. But he made no motion to unzip.

He reached over her, pushed down her waistband, her panties, and slipped his fingers back between her legs.

Octavia pressed back against him. Slid her hand onto his arm, too, curving her fingers along it with no attempt to control or guide.

Her sigh was a soft one. Longing.

Lucifer kissed the back of her neck. "Watch the stars for me, love," he murmured.

Two of his fingers pressed into her, languid.

"Not just the stars," Octavia murmured in return, her breath catching just a little on the last word.

Her body welcomed his touch, no doubt about it.

"What do you see?" Lucifer whispered.

He worked his fingers slow and sure, making sure to press against her with the palm of his hand every time they-- entered.

"Home."

Probably not what Octavia would have said in response to that question just ten, fifteen minutes ago, but this was a different headspace. An open one. A naked one, regardless of her clothing situation.

A little far away, in some ways, and entirely, fully present in others.

"And -- and her."

"Her?"

Lucifer's voice was a soft echo. He was surprised by this path, but he didn't want to interrupt her.

Octavia's lips took a moment finding a shape, a name that felt right. For this moment.

What she settled on was a very soft, "The moon."

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