Octavia Blake (
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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.]
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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"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."
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He grinned up at her. "Now will you please come join us?"
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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.
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"Yessss. Join us!"
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It wasn't like an early morning naked cuddle and more wasn't normal for them.
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"Hi."
Her demeanor had suddenly lost all the raspy posturing, in favor of something much softer.
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“Hi.”
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"Welcome back," he murmured, mouth curving into a smile.
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She had, last time, almost literally. Long runs around the island, and then when her legs had started complaining about it, she'd drummed until her arms nearly gave out, too.
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Something about that 'well done', too.
Mix that in with pollen and the insistent way its effects coursed through Octavia's veins, and suddenly you got her just barely looking up at Duke, with the softest, hopeful request of, "Can you say... 'good girl'?"
(Words had meanings, and power, and sometimes held ritualized pleasure.)
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What? She was right. He really did not need pollen.
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The soft whimper in her throat might have felt embarrassing, had her entire system not have already been absolutely flooded with a lack of caring about that sort of thing. She was looking up at Duke with open wonder.
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“I mean it,” he said. And chanced a forehead kiss. “You’re my good girl.”
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Mostly, his gaze said that he did know what was happening. And he thought it was good.
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But she was giving into it. Leaning into that forehead kiss like it was a blessing. "I am," she whispered. "I want to be."
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He caught Lucifer’s look out of the corner of his eye, most of his focus on Octavia. He let go of her with one hand to rest it on Lucifer’s arm.
This was his favorite thing. In whatever combination. Lying in bed with his two favorite people. No harsh words, just softness and love.
And horniness. That was usually there too. With it without the pollen.
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His own hand slid up, and tangled in Duke's hair.
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Her expression was open and vulnerable, her voice was soft. (And her pupils blown, and hungry. Welcome to witnessing this side of her, Duke. A sliver of how small she could get when she opened herself up to giving power away.) "Will you take care of me?"
It was a question to both of them. Evident, in part, by how she added to how tangled up they all were by reaching her hand back where it could land... well, somewhere on Lucifer.
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But not right now.
“Always,” he said. And kissed her forehead again. “Otaim.”
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His hand stroked down Duke's neck, then his back, then-- Octavia's hip. "We'll take care of you..."
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"Mochof," slipped out her mouth, soft and sincere.
And she nudged the cardigan around herself a little further open. An invitation, to help, to take care.