okteiviakom | The Cape Rouge, Sunday Morning

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The Cape Rouge, Sunday Morning

At first, the feeling was pleasant. A sort of a... sense of being alive? Sneaking its way into Octavia's body and into her subconscious as she slept, like sweet and warm and enticing.

But then, of course, she woke up. And it didn't take her long at all for her to realize it wasn't a feeling she tended to wake up with. And while it wasn't really yet springtime on Fandom, the flora on the island did whatever it wanted, sometimes, and it was definitely a time of year that sometimes brought really specific sensations and urges with it, so...

Octavia was pretty sure she knew what was going on.

Which meant that she was pretty sure one of the other in the bed was going to be more or less immune, yet again (since Lucifer was both a celestial and, honestly, didn't need any help from the pollen in the first place), but the other one... Remained to be seen. Duke hadn't felt it, the previous year, but the one before that, he'd had to leave the island for the week. So who even knew how this one would turn out.

Octavia slid quietly off the bed, to her feet. Grabbed something to wrap herself up in - Duke's discarded cardigan, maybe not the best choice for containing her current state - and padded out, into the galley. Like maybe some water and... distance would help her clear her mind a little bit.

(Unlikely, but a girl could try.)

[ooc: For those two, if they so wish.]

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Lucifer stirred as soon as someone else moved, but it took him a moment or so to genuinely wake. He squinted against the light, against the sight of Duke's shoulder, and...

No Octavia.

"Hm."

“Mmm,” Duke responded, not at all awake yet and enjoying a pleasant dream about the three of them spending time in a lagoon full of exotic fish.

It was not at all a sexy dream. Just relaxed and curious. The pollen was, thankfully, once again not triggering anything in him.

He shifted towards the warmth in the bed on instinct and ended up curled against Lucifer’s chest.

Lucifer slid an instinctive arm around him, just to encourage that warm weight further into him.

"'s Tavia?" he mumbled.

“Mmm?” Duke grunted, a question this time. He flailed sleepily with one arm towards where Octavia usually slept.

There was no one there.

Duke groaned and pressed his face more firmly to Lucifer’s chest. He did not want Fandom to Fandom at them today! He was comfy, dammit!

Lucifer rubbed soothingly at his back.

He raised his voice. "Octavia?!"

Well, so much for drawing out her (absolutely useless, mostly spent inhaling Duke from his cardigan) alone time without waking them up.

Octavia cleared her throat, then called back, "Do you want coffee?"

She hadn't made any yet.

Duke rolled onto his back, finally giving up on staying in his dream.

“Sure,” he called back muzzily. “What time is it?”

"Would love some coffee," Lucifer called. "Mind bringing the Bailey's while you're at it?"

That settled, he moved after Duke, flinging an arm back over his torso. Lucifer's time to snuggle in.

Octavia rattled off the time on the nearest clock - a little too early on a Sunday morning for them, maybe slightly less so for her - then got to work on the coffee. Thinking about how Duke had sounded... groggy, more than anything. Maybe that meant he was fine, again?

So, that just left her. Again.

She didn't really know how to feel. (Except antsy, of course.)

But she eventually got the coffee together. Found a little tray, filled three mugs. Grabbed the Bailey's - was that a bad idea? - then picked up the whole thing, brought it carefully into the bedroom. "Well, here's coffee."

(They looked way too good, snuggled up. Definitely a pollen thing.)

Duke had been happy to wrap Lucifer up in return when he rolled into Jim, and gave Octavia a sleepy smile.

“You’re the best.”

Sorry your partners are so spectacularly hot, Tavi.

"Thank you, darling," Lucifer said. He leaned in lazily to press a kiss to Duke's jaw.

Not the darling he was speaking to, but he could multitask.

Octavia... avoided the urge to leer at that openly, somehow.

Mostly by sliding the tray carefully onto the bed, and taking in how relaxed Duke seemed, in a way that alleviated whatever concerns she'd had about him earlier.

Duke tilted his head at her, smiling softly. "You okay?"

He couldn't put his finger on it, but there was something off here.

Lucifer fumbled for his coffee without letting go of Duke. He had some success. "Hm?"

Octavia picked it up and held it out for him, that had to help.

And having done so, she straightened up again, still standing by the foot of the bed. She sighed, tugging the cardigan a little more around herself.

"I'm guessing no one else is feeling anything?"

Duke looked at the ceiling, idly rubbing Lucifer's back as he took stock.

"Well, I'm sleepy, cozy, and thinking you look very nice wrapped up in my sweater. So . . . par for the course right now."

Lucifer rolled a touch further onto his side, just to ensure he didn't leak any hot coffee on Duke. He took a sip. "And what are you feeling, niron?"

"That the pollen is back."

Well, they were all Fandom veterans, no reason not to just come out and say it.

Something a little dry in her expression, too.

Duke’s mouth hung open in a little “oh” for a moment. He didn’t . . . entirely remember the last time this had happened. The time before that, sure, but not the last time.

“Well. Shit.” What else was there to say, really? “You need us to, uh. Do anything?”

"Leave?" Lucifer suggested, sitting up a touch. "Provide sexual favors?"

"Not make this into a big deal?" Octavia suggested in retort.

Like it hadn't been her and her own stubborn ways that had blown it out of proportion, last time.

Duke nodded. "Okay. I'll do my best." He flicked her another smile and tried to reach for his own coffee without disturbing Lucifer too much.

"Neither of those options involve big deals," Lucifer said, fishing for the Bailey's as he got out of Duke's way. "Unless you mean what's currently under these sheets."

Octavia nudged the tray a little closer to them both. While rolling her eyes at Lucifer, like a true multitasker.

"I thought it was called Big Ben, not Big Deal."

The glance down at his general sheet-covered crotch region was clearly purely so everyone knew what she was referring to.

"Some things have many names," Duke said gravely. He sipped his coffee and offered her a wink.

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