The Cape Rouge, Sunday Morning

[okteiviakom]

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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[betterthanaplan]

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

[my_own_advocate]

"And titles," Lucifer agreed merrily, dumping Bailey's into his coffee. "You simply refuse to let me give yours any."

[okteiviakom]

"Titles," Octavia repeated, picking up her own coffee, finally. "Really."

[betterthanaplan]

"Why not?" Duke asked, letting the steam from his coffee waft by his nose. "Who says you can't give them titles?"

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer sipped his cup. "She'd scowl at me."

[okteiviakom]

"I might laugh, too," Octavia pointed out. "My... parts don't need names."

Of course she would think that.

[betterthanaplan]

“True,” Duke agreed. “But they can have them anyway. As a treat.”

[my_own_advocate]

"Why not name something so near and dear to all of us?" Lucifer asked. He looked at Duke. "Duke, tell her what you named yours."

[okteiviakom]

So Octavia turned her expectantly raised eyebrows to Duke, too.

This was going to be something ridiculous, wasn't it.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke actually blushed faintly.

"Bodhisattva," he admitted after a moment. "Look, I was just getting into Buddhism at the time and 'buddha' literally means 'awakened one'. And nirvana is a 'blowing out'."

Lucifer, at least, would love the word play involved there.

[my_own_advocate]

"Oooooooooh," Lucifer said, lighting up. Absolutely delighted. "A thinking man's sobriquet for one's thinking cap."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia squinted at Duke, and then groaned.

"You're impossible," she complained. Pay no attention to any curving her lips were doing, she was doing a half-okay job obscuring it with her coffee mug. "Both of you."

[betterthanaplan]

"And yet you love us," Duke said. "Possibly even enough to let us propose names for your bits!"

Was this a small enough deal for her?

[my_own_advocate]

"We can study them in greater detail before naming them, of course, if it'll make you feel better," Lucifer told her, grinning.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia rolled her eyes, but she at least finally sat down on the foot of the bed instead of looming over it.

(She wanted to get between them, and it was only half driven by thoughts of making herself the filling in a very dirty sandwich. The other half was a somewhat vulnerable craving for the comfort of having them both bracket her in. A rare urge, especially lately.

She wasn't acting on it, at least not yet.)

"Would the study lead to names that wouldn't make my junk immediately shrivel up in horror?" she rasped.

[betterthanaplan]

"That I can't promise," Duke said. "You gotta go by instinct on these things."

[my_own_advocate]

"It's also why we put in the time to study, obviously," Lucifer said, making a rather profane gesture with his hand.

[okteiviakom]

"I'm not feeling reassured," Octavia drawled.

But to answer Duke's narrative question from earlier: yes, they were making this all into a much more manageable size deal. And she loved them for it.

Also she'd just watched that dirty gesture much too keenly, and was now taking a big sip from her coffee.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke could not contain the throaty chuckle at that look on her face.

"You can definitely suggest themes you'd like us to stick to," he offered. "I know Ancient Greece and Rome are big favorites for you."

[my_own_advocate]

"Promise I won't reference any of the particularly terrible emperors," Lucifer promised.

He grinned up at her. "Now will you please come join us?"

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gave Duke the tiniest little nod. "You might be onto something." More than that, really.

She eyed them both for a second. (Okay, several, because there was a lot to take in, and easy to get distracted.) Then, she took another sip from her mug.

Then she reached out to set it aside.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke grinned, setting his own mug aside so he could stretch his arm out to her.

"Yessss. Join us!"

[my_own_advocate]

And lo, so Lucifer's booze and coffee was moved, too. He, for his part, just hung back expectantly, sprawled lazily across his end of the bed, watching her.

It wasn't like an early morning naked cuddle and more wasn't normal for them.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia crawled between them, sweater and all, for now. She tried settling into Duke's arms.

"Hi."

Her demeanor had suddenly lost all the raspy posturing, in favor of something much softer.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke embraced her happily, hands not roaming anywhere in particular under or around that sweater (yet). She was in charge of that right now, how far she wanted to take the sexy side of things.

“Hi.”