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okteiviakom) wrote2025-02-01 07:51 pm
okteiviakom) wrote2025-02-01 07:51 pm
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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.]
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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Fingers still pressing inside of her.
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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.
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"Thank you," slipped out of her mouth, sincere. Clearly she needed that promise. Something in her did, anyway.
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Lucifer brushed a kiss against her jaw, below her ear. He stayed as he was, pressed up against her, perhaps moving ever so slowly with her. But his fingers sought out her nerves with impunity, sliding out of her to torment her with firm touches, pressing back in, pushing her forward.
"Feel," he added. More of a command.
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Even more of her attention slid down her body. She shifted a little, trying to part her legs a little further.
Felt every touch, every push, every last bit of pressure. Felt her entire perception of herself in the moment begin to condense down to just the sensations he was drawing out of her body. Like giving in to a ritual, taking her over.
Her breathing was getting more ragged by the second.
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And in, a third digit now, filling her up.
"You're so bright, darling."
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Her own fingers pressed tighter against his hip.
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He slid his length up against her. Tugged her waistband further down, so she could feel it better.
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Like the way that voiced thought made her briefly clench around his fingers.