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]

Lucifer sucked in one loud breath of air.

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

[okteiviakom]

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.

[my_own_advocate]

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

[okteiviakom]

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.

[my_own_advocate]

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

"Tell me," he breathed against her mouth.

[okteiviakom]

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."

[my_own_advocate]

"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.

[okteiviakom]

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.

[my_own_advocate]

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.

[okteiviakom]

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.

[my_own_advocate]

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

Two of his fingers pressed into her, languid.

[okteiviakom]

"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.

[my_own_advocate]

"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.

[okteiviakom]

"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."

[my_own_advocate]

"Her?"

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

[okteiviakom]

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."

[my_own_advocate]

"Ah," Lucifer said softly. And in the next breath, "Σελήνη."

[okteiviakom]

"Yeah," Octavia sighed, soft and quiet and small. Like a little release all by itself.

Just not the one that was slowly building up, as much as that was making her breathing a little heavier.

[my_own_advocate]

"My moon goddess," Lucifer murmured. "And her moon."

He rolled his hips gently against her, but it was not yet the core of his focus.

[okteiviakom]

It still made Octavia try and press back against him, even if her own movement was on the faint side.

"One and the same," she said, really barely even a whisper.

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes," Lucifer breathed. "Mm."

He reached back with his free hand, to undo his fly.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia heard it. She shivered.

Just breathed, letting that heighten every sensation.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer pushed his trousers down. And then there he was, grinding openly against her arse.

Fingers still pressing inside of her.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia exhaled. It had a shivery quality, too.

Her hand left his arm, so she could reach back, touch his hip. Just to feel him just that little bit more. "Yes," she whispered.

[my_own_advocate]

"I'm going to make you come on my fingers, beautiful Octavia mine," Lucifer murmured, and pressed the palm of his hand against her sensitive nerves. "And then I'll fuck you into the next one."