okteiviakom | Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Evening

Lucifer had been trying not to wince visibly. He had only succeeded on the technicality of doing so behind her, where she couldn't see, rather than next to her, where she could.

"Would you like some help, darling?" he tried. Diplomatically.

Octavia answered with a grunt of defeat and stepped back, abandoning the piping bag.

She gestured for him to go ahead.

Lucifer took it. He lifted it. And...

"It sometimes helps to be a touch less... aggressive," he said. "Both in the piping and the whippiing beforehand."

"I wasn't being aggressive," Octavia groused.

She might have been. At least after the very initial piping efforts had failed.

"A touch... agitated, perhaps," Lucifer said diplomatically.

He leaned in to gently - very gently - squeeze the ganache into the bowl.

Octavia rolled her eyes - but where he couldn't see.

It was mostly just for her, anyway.

"Uh huh."

"But we'll get into that later," Lucifer said, choosing his health over his culinary snobbery.

He kept piping.

"And... there we are!"

"Thanks," Octavia said.

The dry and the rasp of her voice were somewhat mitigated by the way she leaned against his side to survey what was technically their joint handiwork.

(Look, at least she'd successfully put in some of the bits of fruit, earlier.)

"And now, I believe, the honor of the first taste is yours," Lucifer said. He lifted the bowl and raised his eyebrows encouragingly.

Octavia rolled her eyes directlyat his face, this time. But it was already a much milder show of performative grouchiness.

It also wasn't keeping her from reaching for a spoon.

"Oh, come now," Lucifer said. "Enjoy it!"

Octavia snorted. "Okay, okay, keep it in your pants."

(He could have that one for free.)

She carved herself out a spoonful, careful (yes, even in her increasingly feigned grumpiness) to get a little bit of all the components.

And then she was just as careful about bringing it all up to her lips, and into her mouth. And then about considering it, too. The flavors, the textures.

Lucifer watched her face with very rapt attention.

"And...?"

"It's nice," Octavia said, after thoughtfully licking her bottom lip. "But it could use one of those... you know, one of the fresh herbs that sort of taste like lemon?"

"Lemongrass?" Lucifer asked. "Lemon thyme?"

"Or maybe lemon basil?" Octavia replied, shrugging, as she went for another spoonful. "One of those. Something with that feel."

She'd spent too much time around him.

"Hm," Lucifer said, thoughtful. "We could also try a little bit of sumac... but that would be dry. Hold on."

He walked to the fridge, produced some lemon thyme and lemon basil, and put the leaves down in front of her. Then he reached up to grab a tin of sumac from a cupboard, and opened it.

"Tell me which one you like best. No better way to learn than to taste."

Octavia was raising her eyebrows. "You had those all along?" she asked - more about the herbs. Predictably.

"Well, yes, obviously," Lucifer said. "I like to keep the kitchen well-stocked for all possible date night configurations."

"Sounds wasteful," Octavia noted, as she reached for the lemon thyme.

"But very convenient," Lucifer replied.

"Mm."

It seemed like a better idea to just taste the leaf right then, instead of saying anything further, so that was what she did.

Well, it wasn't like Lucifer didn't know her feelings on waste. He just didn't share them.

But he'd take this detente, and a bottle of fizzy soda from the fridge.

"This one works fine," Octavia muttered, after a moment of quiet consideration.

No, she hadn't tasted anything else.

"If you're sure you've tasted enough," Lucifer said lightly.

"Sure I have," Octavia replied mildly. It came off a little tired. Evasive, sure, but also like she was just trying to move on. "What was this one? The thyme?"

"Lemon thyme," Lucifer agreed. "Just tear some of it up and spread it out over the bowl."

Octavia did just so, quietly.

Up until she wasn't, anyway. She was sprinkling little bits of green all across the ganache and the fruit and the everything else, and said, suddenly but softly, "It deserves better, you know."

He'd been watching her work, and then...

"What does?" Lucifer asked, frowning.

Octavia picked up the bowl again, and offered it to him as she looked up at him.

"Every living thing."

Lucifer took the bowl.

"I suppose it won't reassure you at all if I tell you they grow these herbs in bulk, will it?"

"They still grew."

That was a 'no', then.

"And if we weren't eating them, either something else would, or they would wither away in place eventually."

He scooped up a bite.

"... I can set up a space for an indoor herb garden for you at the mansion, if you'd prefer."

"I already have my own thing, thanks," Octavia replied blandly, with a faint frown. "And the point was waste, Lucifer."

Oh, yeah, that was what the frown was for. Confusion.

"Well, we can't exactly walk back to the Rouge every time we need an herb," Lucifer pointed out. "Or Turtle and Canary."

"Okay, but what was the point in all that 'if we didn't eat it something else would' stuff?" Octavia returned. "Because I was talking about the things you have in your fridge apparently just in case."

"I said someone else would or it might wither away somewhere," Lucifer said. He frowned. "It's not as if I've stuffed my entire fridge full of vegetables and whole pigs. I just... try to keep most herbs on hand. In case moments like this occur."

"That doesn't make it not wasteful," Octavia replied.

But she was already sounding more resigned about it again.

"Perhaps not," Lucifer said.

He took a bite. Let the flavor linger for a moment.

"But unlike you, I am fundamentally a wasteful being."

It shouldn't have felt disappointing: it wasn't like any of this was news.

Octavia swallowed it down. Did her best to, anyway. Gave one of her vague hums and then nodded towards the bowl. "Is it fine?"

"It's good," Lucifer said, still mulling that whole exchange over in the back of his head. "The lemon was a good touch."

The lemon basil would have been better, but he was wise enough not to bring that up.

"Good," Octavia replied. And yes, it was quiet and mild, and so was this: "You can have it."

Her dessert appetite seemed to have gone MIA.

Ah.

Whatever part of him had still been... inflated, deflated.

"I've disappointed you," Lucifer said.

"Not really."

A pretty lie with good intentions.

Octavia found herself trying to lean against his side again, arm sliding around his waist.

"I shouldn't expect you to... be on my side with this one." Maybe she was telling herself that more than him.

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"I don't want you to be uncomfortable," Lucifer said, quieter. "I can... scale down the shopping for our date nights. And yours with Duke's."

"Okay," Octavia murmured as her head tipped against his shoulder. "I don't need there to be extra stuff." Didn't want it, no, but again: trying to make it pretty. "I'm fine with thinking something could use something and just... trying that next time."

"All right."

Lucifer's own arm worked its way around her shoulders.

It just made Octavia pull him even closer.

"I'm sorry."

That was quiet.

"Don't be sorry," Lucifer said. He pressed a kiss against her temple. "You are you and I am... me, and occasionally we have to compromise between the two."

"I don't know why it's getting to me right now."

Out of desperation to try and grab a grip on various things right now, but she hadn't quite gotten around to unpacking any of it in therapy just yet.

Lucifer gave half a shrug with the one side of his body not plastered against her. "Doesn't matter," he said. "It's easily fixed."

"I'm still sorry," Octavia muttered. "And I still love you."

Felt important to say.

"I love you too," Lucifer said softly. "Even when you don't let me pamper you obscenely."

Well, Octavia had had a good run not curling more against his body and trying to bury her face against his neck, but it was clearly over now. Since she was doing exactly that.

"Not this way, no," she agreed in a murmur.

Lucifer tilted his head up, to give her the space to do as much burying as she'd like. "Duly noted."

Octavia gave in completely, turning until she could get her other arm around him, too.

"I'll still let you do whatever feels natural in other ways."

And Lucifer pulled her in tight. "Thank you," he said. "Because I do like going overboard. I'm not sure I can contain myself in all aspects of our lives."

"You don't have to," Octavia promised him quietly. "Just don't overfill the fridge."

"No more overfilling the fridge," Lucifer said, nudging the bowl back onto the counter before he got his other hand involved in this hug, too.

"Better things for you to be overfilling, anyway."

It was kind of an awkward and weak attempt at a joke, but it was mumbled against his chest while she clung to him, so that had to make up for something.

And it was unexpected.

And suddenly Lucifer's body was shaking with laughter.

It startled Octavia.

And then she found herself clinging to him even tighter, just to feel it. A rough little answering chuckle escaped her own mouth, unbidden, like another surprise.

"I love it when you get filthy, niron," Lucifer managed, through a hiccup of a laugh. "It's delightful."

"What can I say?" Octavia replied, as she managed to get her head away from his chest enough that she could actually look up at him. "You're inspiring."

Lucifer leaned in to kiss her, just once, quickly. "Shall we polish off this dessert, step away from this fraught conversation, and get naked?"

Octavia made to chase him just a fraction after the little kiss. A good sign in itself.

She also gave a tiny snort. "Works for me."

Lucifer chuckled. He disentangled from her, but only so he could grab the dessert. And a spoon.

"Then that is our plan," he said, stabbing said spoon into the food.

"Sounds like it," Octavia agreed, as she also reached for her briefly-abandoned spoon, and didn't hesitate to scoop things onto it.

Guess the dessert appetite was back. Funny how that worked.

That was the best sign of all.

Lucifer grinned, waggling his eyebrows comically, and then he took his bite.

"What's with the eyebrows," Octavia rasped, "already picturing me naked?"

And she also took her bite.

"Always," Lucifer said, going in for another. "At any time."

"Really, any?"

"Yes," Lucifer agreed.

Octavia considered that for the length of another savored bite, then asked, "Even when I've just woken up and I can barely see or talk and I'm cranky as hell?"

"Absolutely," Lucifer said. "And you're beautiful in that moment."

Octavia gave a soft huff, digging further into the bowl again. "You know you don't have to flatter me into bed with you anymore, right?" she teased, all amused rasp. "Or any other surface, for that matter."

"I do," Lucifer said. "As well as you know that I don't lie."

He took another bite. Mmm.

"Flattery doesn't have to be lies," Octavia retorted.

Mostly just to be a brat.

"Can I not think of my own partner as extremely attractive, no matter what state she is in?" Lucifer inquired. "You could roll around in the dirt and stick branches in your hair and you'd still be a vision, I'm afraid."

"Oh, I know better than to ever attempt to get you to stop thinking something," Octavia replied, "even if for some reason I did want to."

"Good," Lucifer said, taking his last spoonful of dessert. "Because I rather enjoy thinking of you naked. All the time."

"I guess that's one way to pass the time," Octavia drawled, with a crooked little smirk, and licked her spoon.

"I can think of a few more," Lucifer said.

His eyes were tracking her tongue.

Octavia knew they were. It was why the rest of the lick was a little more pronounced than it needed to be, and slower, too.

"Tell me more."

"Right now," Lucifer said, "I'm thinking about... you, upstairs, picking out what you'd like to wear tonight."

He set his spoon down with barely a thought.

"I'm thinking about watching you undress," he said. "I'm thinking about putting everything you chose on you, one at a time."

Octavia was kind of careless about setting her own, now thoroughly clean spoon down, but at least she didn't miss the counter.

She was leaning a little closer again. "That's a lot of thoughts."

"What can I say," Lucifer said, his gaze flicking to her mouth. "You inspire me."

Her mouth curved into a little smirk.

And then he couldn't see it at all, because she leaned up to kiss him. And not quickly.

His hands slid up her back. Then, into her hair. And against her cheek.

Lucifer threw himself into that kiss, nipping at her bottom lip in playful challenge.

His hands went up, Octavia's went down: to his waist, sliding to his hips, then to his ass, pulling him tighter against herself.

She nipped back, a little harder but only briefly. Just another sensation for him to feel.

Lucifer made an appreciative noise. The first... stirrings... were making themselves known down where she'd pulled him in close.

He licked his way into her mouth.

Octavia's lips parted further for him, because there was zero reason for them not to. There was almost a sigh as she did, because this? This was easy, and maybe right now she needed that.

While one of her hands gave his behind a little squeeze hello.

Lucifer would have said 'hi' back out loud if he could, but his mouth was otherwise occupied.

He drew out the kiss. Taking his time exploring her mouth, letting the thrill of it stoke the embers in him back into something else.

His fingers slipped out of her hair, his fingernails scratching along the back of her neck.

Octavia shivered a little in response, and something in her shoulders seemed to give in somehow. Maybe it was just her settling fully into the moment.

Because that was where she seemed to be. Kissing him back, welcoming all of his exploration, if perhaps with a few playful grazes of her teeth here and there. Taking in every sensation.

Lucifer's hand kept going, going, over the cloth. Then he found the hem of her shirt, and slid his hand up underneath it.

He pressed her back against the counter.

And Octavia's hands made sure he stayed pressed against her - as if that had ever been in danger of changing.

Her little squirm wasn't really for any other reason than another 'hello'. Just, maybe more for his front, this time.

His front twitched back.

Lucifer pulled back. A fraction of an inch. "What are you thinking?" he panted.

The reply was immediate, in a breathless rasp. "That you should take off my pants --" Leggings, whatever. "-- and lift me up onto this counter."

Lucifer laughed breathlessly against her mouth. "As you wish," he said, and his hand slid out from under her shirt, into her waistband instead.

He pushed her leggings down.

And down they went, dragging her date night appropriate underwear down at least some of the way with them. (Sleek but lacy, a classic choice.)

"Think of it like... an appetizer," she sighed, her hands sliding up his body now. "I haven't forgotten about upstairs."

"Well," Lucifer murmured. "You know I rarely give up a chance to get my mouth on an appetizer."

His hands gripped her hips. He hoisted her up onto the counter.

Octavia mostly just pretended to help, because it wasn't like he needed it. She kind of loved that he didn't, actually - there was always a little thrill in how easily he moved her around.

"Guessing this isn't one of the rare times."

Lucifer slid his arms over her legs, his face already mostly in her lap.

"Not remotely."

Octavia gave a little snort despite herself. "I mean, just to be clear, I wasn't originally angling to be this selfish."

Yes, she knew he was unlikely to consider it selfish in the first place.

And also with the way her fingers were sliding through his hair, she clearly had no inclination to sway him away from what he was doing.

"It's hardly selfish," Lucifer said, predictably. He grinned up at her. "Though I'm curious as to your initial thoughts."

While he hooked his fingers under her panties.

"Your pants are tenting," Octavia replied easily, with the requisite downward glance, "and it's been at least almost twenty-four hours since you were overfilling me last."

That she could be very straightforward was not news.

"Ah," Lucifer said, his grin getting much more smirky. "Impatient, are we?"

He leaned in to press an obscene kiss against her nethers.

"I just --" Octavia started to say, but then there was touch and sensation and finding out what level of sensitive she'd gotten in just the past few moments, and her voice kind of petered out into a groan for a second there.

"... Just had you take my pants off, so. Sure, impatient."

Lucifer chuckled. "Well, I am at your service," he said, making sure his mouth was still up against her as he spoke.

It was maddening, in the best of ways.

And probably influenced how Octavia's fingers tightened in his hair, and yanked his head closer. Maddening was one thing, satisfying was another. "Then be."

Lucifer managed one last, amused huff...

... and then he did his best to be, his tongue flicking between her folds before his mouth wrapped around her.

Octavia made a noise that sounded relieved, as she let her head tip back and her free hand found the edge of the counter to grip.

The one gripping his hair stayed there. He didn't need any more guidance for now, but a little feeling of control never hurt.

It added a little spice, actually. Lucifer rather liked the feeling of her hand gripping him, the slight tension on his scalp.

He sucked. Gentle, at first. Coaxing her further into it.

Octavia exhaled another pleased noise, then inhaled deep and slow, letting that relax whatever parts of her were still at all inclined to relax. Letting more of her attention get drawn down to his mouth, too.

It felt good. It felt welcome, an almost-literal centering of all sensation.

Lucifer's fingers spread over the inside of her thighs, pushing them open just slightly more.

He let himself slide down just a touch, bringing the same gentle warmth to her folds. Lapping, slow, a little more intense with each lick.

"Good," Octavia breathed as her eyes closed, as her thighs parted further.

It wasn't a 'good Devil' moment for her, but there was still something of that in the way her fingers were keeping a tight grip on his hair, keeping that tension there even while she let him move.

Lucifer made a soft noise against her. Down below, he truly was straining against his trousers now, his length trapped against the counter.

He gripped her tighter and dipped his tongue in, in, in. Tasting her.

Plenty to taste, too. As easy it could be for her to get his pants to become too tight, it was about as easy for him to get her very wet against his tongue. All slick and hot and open.

"Thought I wanted to come around you," Octavia said, breathless, distracted, halfway on a little moan. "But maybe I -- maybe I just wanna come all over your face, instead. And you can just -- you can fuck me after."

Her muscles gave a little flutter against his tongue just at the thought.

And Lucifer's hips, in turn, gave a completely involuntary thrust against the counter. A little embarrassing, perhaps, if he were capable of feeling shame about it.

He worked her with his tongue, and his nose slid against her as he did, applying pressure. The noises they made down there were wet, filthy.

He rather liked the sound of it.

So did Octavia. And the sound she at least thought she'd just heard, further down below.

There was no shame here. Nothing to be embarrassed about. Just need and want, which was why and how Octavia was already getting a little more noisy. There was a little whine in her throat, a tension in her back from trying to press her core closer against his mouth, as if it was even possible.

He appreciated the encouragement, though. It made him push a little closer, press in a little further. Made his fingers grip her thighs a little harder.

Yes. Yes.

Oh, oh.

Oh, she was panting, now, still with that strangled whine in there. Straining for something she could already feel herself hurtling towards, something she knew he could feel too, in little tell-tale tremors and the tension in her thighs under his grip.

Not to mention the way she was really pulling on his hair, now. Keeping him right there.

And here Lucifer had wanted to move, just a touch, to shift his focus-- but never mind. He clearly had more important purpose here, pressing himself against her. Into her.

One hand let go of her thigh and slid up her shirt, cupped her breast.

Octavia didn't need anything more than that.

She unraveled, with a gloriously loud moan, feeling as if he had her heartbeat directly under his mouth.

And then, somehow, her hand in his hair was yanking him up.

He was hardly going to object to the upward motion. Lucifer slid up her body, and he leaned in to claim a kiss.

Funnily enough that was exactly where Octavia had meant to yank him next.

It came off greedy and messy, her kiss. Rushed, breathless.

And Lucifer would have thrown himself whole-heartedly in there, but he needed some of his focus for something else.

He unzipped his trousers with one clumsy hand, then gripped her hips and pulled them towards him. Her legs around his waist.

"Yes," Octavia breathed against his mouth, as her legs settled around his waist, ankles hooking together behind his back.

Anticipation and want in every fiber of her being.

And then it was simple. Lucifer reached town, and took himself in hand, guided himself just right-- and then pressed in.

It was just a little motion. And so much relief.

There was a rough, wounded whimper in the back of Octavia's throat, everything so sensitive and so easily overwhelmed, overstimulated.

It felt fantastic.

Her hand was gripping the hair at the back of his head like her life depended on it. The edge of the counter, too.

"Yes," Lucifer hissed. He bit at her mouth, at her jaw, as he gave himself a moment to linger...

... and then he rolled his hips.

And Octavia made a much wilder noise. Clung that much harder to him.

They'd had a little disconnect, earlier.

She no longer remembered what that felt like.

His hands gripped her thighs again, pulling her as close as he could. Tugging her into one thrust, then the next.

Yes. She was here, in it. And so was Lucifer.

Combined, just one thing, moving together.

Against his cheek, at the peak of a thrust, Octavia gasped something near-incomprehensible about home.

"Home," Lucifer echoed. He pressed his face into her neck.

Home.

Octavia couldn't really cling to him any harder, but she was still trying to. The hand that had been in his hair finally let go, and slid down to the back of his neck instead, cradling it.

Keeping him close.

This wouldn't last long. Not at the pace he was going at.

But that was all right. They had all evening. Lucifer left kisses against her skin, his hips snapping over and over and over again. Chasing that feeling. Home.

Didn't need to last long, either. Some things were meant to be hurried and quick - and then, yes, they'd have all evening to draw things out as much as they wantes to.

Octavia wasn't thinking about that.

She was still panting out words, here and there. More babble about home, but entangled with much filthier things, about him filling her up, about him making a mess of her, about how right all of that was. "-- wanna be yours, dripping your cum, please --"

She couldn't exactly snap her hips against his, but she could convey a similar desire.

"Yes," Lucifer breathed, "Yes," and, "Yes," and--

And how could he do anything but fall into that? To give her what she wished? To spill inside of her, his body shuddering, claiming her-- claiming her body.

"Yes."

Octavia breathed a single "Yes" back to him. Her nails dug into the skin at the back of his neck, her legs clamped tighter around his waist.

Held him, wrapped around him, in every way available to her.

"Octavia," Lucifer breathed. He buried his face in her neck as his hips stuttered.

Then settled.

"I'm here," Octavia found herself saying in response, not much more than a soft murmur.

"I love you," Lucifer murmured.

He dropped kisses up along her jaw. Behind her ear.

"Ai hod yu in seintaim," Octavia whispered. "Skaifaya."

Oh, that hadn't left her lips in a while. Slipped out so easily now, somehow.

Lucifer heard it, though.

He replaced his mouth with his hand, cupping her cheek.

He kissed her lips gently.

Octavia leaned into it, her own hand finally sliding up into his hair again.

Soft in every way, suddenly.

Lucifer's thumb slid over her cheekbone. He pulled away just slighly, but pressed his forehead against hers.

"My beautiful Σελήνη."

A shudder passed through Octavia.

All she could do was nod - and even that was only barely a movement at all. She didn't want to jostle him. Felt it important not to.

Lucifer shifted his hips. Slid out of her.

His hands moved back down to grip her hips. "You're a wonder to me," he whispered.

"You keep telling me."

It wasn't an accusation. It wasn't even deflection.

It was helpless.

"Yes." Again.

Lucifer lifted her off the counter.

Octavia's legs had already been around him. Now her arms slid over his shoulders, too. Just... hanging onto him.

Small, but not weak.

"I'm going to take you upstairs and get you out of these clothes," Lucifer said, voice still soft as he carried her out of the kitchen.

"Okay," Octavia murmured, just as soft.

And buried her face against his neck.

He held her close. It felt... good. Intimate. Necessary.

The stairs weren't much of an impediment, at this point.

Octavia barely noticed them.

He was all there was. Warm and solid and safe - and moving, sure. But that was like background noise right then, to all her clinging.

Eventually, they got to the bedroom. (Anything else, decisions and all, could be left for a later time.) Lucifer laid her down gently, spread out over the bed like a vision.

He looked at her. Really, really looked, taking her in from her toes to her gorgeous eyes.

Octavia's hair was a messy halo around her head, and her shirt - another oversized tee, to go with the casual air of the leggings that were long gone - was managing to look pretty rumpled despite having had little done to it. The line of tattooed dots down her forearm was on full show, as was the snake on her leg. The various faded battle scars along her legs.

And the wetness between her legs, both hers and his.

Octavia was looking back at him, too, taking him in still mostly in his clothes. The expression on her face looked soft.

Lucifer reached out. He let his fingers trail along the dark lines of the snake on her leg, admiring the contrast with the skin.

And then up, up.

Octavia's eyes were drawn to the movement, and so she watched it, as best she could.

Mesmerized, for lack of a better word.

Lucifer followed the line of her thigh, then let his fingertips walk along the bone of her pelvis. They brushed over her wetness, but didn't linger.

Then he pushed his hand up under her shirt, taking the fabric with him as he went.

It went easily. Benefits of a loose fit.

Octavia shivered a little. In a moment, she would probably move a little, to help get the shirt past her shoulders - but not quite yet.

It was all right. They'd get there. For now, Lucifer pushed her shirt up over her breasts. He let his palm explore the shape of them, but there, too, didn't linger.

"Arms," he murmured. "Darling."

Octavia lifted her arms, although one of her hands brushed briefly over his arm before she did.

The touch drew the faintest smile out of him. But Lucifer had a mission, and he was set on it, peeling the shirt up over her head.

Setting it aside.

And that just left her bra. One of those nicer ones, at least theoretically matching the underwear that was currently somewhere on the floor downstairs.

Black, of course, in typical sharp contrast with her skin.

Lucifer kept his eyes on her face. But he leaned in, to brush a kiss between her breasts.

He did linger there.

Octavia inhaled a slow, deep, deliberate breath, watching him.

Her hand found its way to his shoulder, brushing along fabric.

And Lucifer's fingers finally slid down, following the strap to the clasp, nudging her ever gently just a little up off the bed so he could undo it.

"There we are," he murmured.

Octavia yielded to the nudging, because of course she did.

And there they were.

Every scar and tattoo all on show, and no attempt to hide anything. Yes, sure, him seeing her naked was a regular occurrence. That didn't mean it was a given that the urge wasn't going to show up when he really looked.

But Octavia remained still and calm and open.

Lucifer sat back as the bra came away. He put it aside.

He looked at her, eyes taking in every inch of her pale skin, the tattoos, the scars.

Her eyes.

"And now you choose," he whispered, "How we dress you again."

The shake of Octavia's head was a subtle, small movement.

"I don't know," she murmured.

But that was just a kneejerk thing. Just because she didn't didn't mean she wouldn't.

"You have time," Lucifer told her.

His hands slid down her thighs. Rubbing.

He watched her. Kept taking her in.

Octavia watched him right back, gaze traveling from his face down to his hands and back again.

"Leathers," slipped out of her mouth, seemingly on its own. "Tight."

There was a little inhale, after, like that wasn't all of it. Like she was groping around for the shape of something that wasn't so easily caught.

"Leathers," Lucifer echoed.

He leaned down. Pressed a kiss to the snake.

"Want to be held," Octavia murmured, like an explanation.

One he didn't actually need.

"I can get you your leathers," Lucifer murmured, following the lines of the tattoo with his mouth.

Octavia shivered a little, and even she couldn't have said which part it was for. His mouth against her inked skin, his promise, or --

"And a... dress?"

That, a quiet, almost baffled and definitely cautious request.

Unexpected. But Lucifer didn't betray his surprise.

"And a dress," he agreed. "Any particular kind, niron?" His hand followed in his mouth's wake, sweeping along her leg.

"Flowy?"

That came out uncertain, unsteady, like the whole concept was unfamiliar.

Lucifer nodded.

He slid his hand down to her calf. Sat up. "Flowy it is," he said softly. "Wait here?"

Octavia's nod was like everything else about her right now.

Soft, quiet.

"Okay."

Lucifer smiled. He gave her calf a little squeeze.

Then he got up.

And vanished into the walk-in. (The amount of closets in this house truly was ~~alarming~~ magnificent.)

And Octavia... stayed.

She sat up, slowly, but that was all the movement there was. Calm.

Lucifer returned a few moments later, a soft green bundle in his arms. He slipped past to find her harness as well, a few more of her strappy things.

He set the latter down on the bed. The dress, on the nightstand. "There we are," he said.

Octavia nodded again.

Her eyes were drawn to the strappy things. Or maybe it was more that she was avoiding looking towards the dress?

Lucifer's eyes dipped to the area between her legs. "Would you like me to clean you, first?" he asked softly.

Octavia dragged her gaze up to his face, in turn.

"If you'd like," she murmured.

Lucifer let out a gentle laugh. "Mm," he said. "Whatever has you most comfortable."

He leaned in to steal a kiss.

Octavia leaned up like a flower towards the light.

So it wasn't exactly stealing, in the end.

He kissed her. His hand was gentle on her face.

Then Lucifer pulled back, and produced a washcloth out from under the dress. "Just a moment, love," he said.

He reached between her legs. Careful, methodical.

Octavia swayed after him just a little bit as he pulled away.

But then she nodded, parting her legs just a little further.

Lucifer dipped the cloth between her folds, still gentle - but as thorough as he could be.

"There," he said.

Another kiss.

"Now, let's dress you."

Octavia's hand found his arm.

She used it to help herself back to her feet.

Lucifer let her. Watching, waiting.

It mattered that she did this in her own way, at her own pace.

There was something a little fragile about her. Just briefly, getting up like she did.

But then she reached up, and cradled his face between her hands as she stole a kiss of her own.

And that, too, didn't need to be stolen. It was returned gladly, and Lucifer's hand cupped the back of her head.

It got Octavia to linger a little. Soft and slow.

Leaning in a little more, so that the fabric of his clothes touched her skin in more places.

"Hello, darling," Lucifer murmured, his fingers sliding over her hair.

"Hi," Octavia sighed, against his lips.

Her thumb brushed over his cheek.

"How are you doing?" Lucifer whispered, before he could stop himself.

It drew a soft huff out of Octavia. "Good." In this moment, at least. "Naked."

That, too.

"We'll fix that," Lucifer teased.

He nuzzled her cheek.

And she pressed a kiss against his.

"Sooner or later."

"Mm," Lucifer said, smiling. "I should get to that, shouldn't I?"

He reached for some strappy leather on the nightstand.

Octavia stole a quick brush of her lips against his neck as he moved.

"Think you should."

And lo, Lucifer held up the harness that went around her chest. The strappiest one. "Shall I?"

Octavia nodded, but there was a hint of distraction in it.

A thoughtful beat went past, and then she noted, "Could also go on top, that one."

Did she want it to? Unclear to all involved. She just sounded as if she'd just now realized there were more options.

It made Lucifer pause. "Would you like that?" he asked.

Octavia looked up at him.

"Would I?"

It was not really a question that could typically be returned like that, and yet there it was. All soft and inquisitive.

"We can try it," Lucifer offered gently. "And we'll see how you feel?"

Octavia nodded again - with no distraction in it, this time.

"I think I'd like that."

The trying.

(Sometimes she still needed the reminder that was even an option. Trying, and then backing out if it didn't work out.)

"All right." Lucifer leaned in to brush a kiss against her cheek. He put the harness down, and reached for the dress, a pretty green thing. As he unfolded it, it revealed itself to be printed with delicate flowers, with a long skirt that looked... twirly.

"We'll start with this, then."

'Twirly' was not a word that came to Octavia's mind, even though she definitely noted the length and the amount of fabric in the skirt.

Now that her gaze wasn't avoiding the dress entirely, like she had before.

"Okay," she said, barely louder than a whisper. "Over my head, or...?"

"Over your head," Lucifer agreed, just as quiet. He lifted the dress. "Arms?"

Octavia lifted her arms.

And definitely didn't feel a shiver run down her spine, a mix of trepidation and anticipation. Because why would she?

(It was there anyway.)

And Lucifer lowered the dress gently over her, lingering just long enough for her to put her arms through the sleeves - or what little of them they were.

He moved down a touch, just to make sure it fell perfectly around her legs.

And settled over her hips, her chest --

Octavia stopped paying attention to him, for the moment. Her arms came back down, and she was looking at herself, and at the dress, so light on her in every way.

The look on her face bordered on lost.

"Octavia?"

Lucifer's prompt was soft. He was trying to hide his concern.

It broke Octavia away from whatever personal headspace she'd fallen into, at least. Somewhat.

"It's so -- soft."

She sounded uncertain about whether that was a good or a bad thing.

"Do you like it?" Lucifer asked gently.

Octavia looked up at him. There was a little bit of something helpless about it. "It's different."

That made it an adjustment.

"Would you like to take a moment?" Lucifer asked. He brushed a kiss against her forehead. "Or would you like me to put on the harness?"

With her eyes closed, Octavia thought about it for a second. Or, you know, tried to order her thoughts, anyway.

And then: "The harness?"

There were more ways to say 'please' than just using the actual word.

"As you wish," Lucifer said.

His lips brushed against her cheek. "Beautiful."

He picked up the harness. All the buckles were loose, so it was easy for him to begin the process: one arm first, wrapping the leather around. Buckling it. Tightening it. Making sure she could feel it.

The tightness was immediately helping Octavia to feel a little more settled.

As might've been implied by her slow exhale as it happened.

Lucifer had had a feeling it might help.

And so as he strapped it around her chest, he tightened it enough that it couldn't be ignored. He kept going, with each strap, making sure it dug just so into the fabric, and thus into her skin.

And an equally slow and deep inhale, as Octavia felt herself become more anchored into her body, bit by bit. She could feel the pressure from the leather with each subsequent breath.

Good.

And soon enough, he wound his way up, tying the last strap by her neck.

That one went a little less tight.

"There you are," Lucifer murmured.

"Thank you," Octavia replied, quietly.

Unbidden.

"No need to thank me," Lucifer said.

He kissed her. Slowly.

Octavia leaned up into it, again.

Just as slow, following his lead.

Lucifer pulled away after a long, lingering moment. "How do you feel?" he whispered, again, not far from her lips.

"Better," Octavia murmured back. Not like she'd felt bad before, but -- "More steady."

Held, the way she liked to be.

"Good," Lucifer said, his hands sliding down to her hips.

Strange, to feel that soft, flowing fabric on her. But a bit lovely in its strangeness.

Strange to feel his touch muted by this specific kind of fabric, too.

But not bad. New.

"And how are you feeling?" Octavia murmured, simply because she could, with a faint lopsided curve to her lips.

"Lucky," Lucifer murmured, as he leaned back ever slightly to look at her. "To enjoy time with the most beautiful woman in the world."

"Are you running late to meet her?"

Yeah, yeah, he never lied and he meant it, Octavia knew. Maybe she could make up for being a self-deprecating brat by sliding her arms over his shoulders.

Lucifer chuckled. "I think I'm right on time," he said, his arm sliding around her waist.

"Smooth," Octavia replied, on a soft huff.

"One of us has to be," Lucifer teased.

He kissed her.

Octavia's "And it's not gonna be me" was almost entirely lost to the kiss.

No one would miss it, not with how she leaned against him.

"I know," Lucifer managed, in-between kisses.

Octavia found room for a few more words too, distracted and breathy though they may have been.

"Then what am I?"

"Beautiful," Lucifer said again. "And... matter-of-fact. And honest, if searching."

He kissed her jaw.

"What's that mean?" Octavia asked, on a sigh, tilting her head just a little bit. Offering more of her jaw.

"You felt something you thought you might desire, but you weren't sure," Lucifer said, his fingers sliding up along her back. "And yet, fiercely, you tried anyway. Searching."

"Because you make it possible," Octavia murmured. "You give me space."

"Because I love watching you take that space," Lucifer murmured. "It's like seeing new parts of you come alive."

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"How many new parts do you think I still have left?"

Nonsensical question, maybe.

But this was space where she didn't mind being that way.

Lucifer chuckled. "Hm," he mused. "Fifteen."

Octavia couldn't help her soft snort. "Fifteen? Way more than I thought."

"What can I say," Lucifer said, grinning. "I believe you to be a complicated woman."

Okay, this huff was much less soft, largely because it was louder.

"Well we knew that already."

"Who is many-dimensional," Lucifer said. He kissed her forehead. "I'd say fifteen is a conservative estimate, honestly."

Rude, the forehead kiss. Few things could soften her so instantly from all her scoffing.

"I think I'm just... trying. All the time."

"I know," Lucifer said.

He gave in to instinct, and hugged her close.

Octavia exhaled a huff, something wry - but pressed in closer, ducking her face into the crook of his neck.

Safe, secure.

"Any idea what you'd like to do next?" Lucifer murmured.

"You were dressing me," Octavia murmured in response. "You should finish the job."

Not that she was making a single move towards pulling back and letting him, just yet.

"Mm," Lucifer hummed. "More leathers?"

Octavia pressed her face a little closer against his neck. Her breath against his skin, her skin against his skin.

"Always."

Lucifer chuckled softly. "I brought some for your arms and legs," he murmured. "Do you want the ones for your hips, as well?"

"Yeah."

She swayed them faintly. So helpful.

Lucifer laughed softly. "As you wish," he said.

He pulled away, but only for a second; then, leather straps were closing around her arm.

Octavia had had to pull her arms away from his neck in order for him to do that, which was sad. But she was now resting her head against his shoulder where it wouldn't hamper what he was doing.

She'd live.

Lucifer was as precise with these as he'd been with the other - but he let his fingers linger against her naked skin wherever he could.

He didn't secure these quite as tight. It didn't feel as necessary here.

He might think that.

But:

"Do it right, niron," Octavia murmured.

Lucifer let out a soft huff. "Ah, that's the mood we're in, then?" he asked.

He tightened the strap his fingers were currently working on.

"I just want to feel them," Octavia murmured in response, with the slightest shake of her head.

Although guess that was probably a mood in itself.

"Of course," Lucifer said.

He went through each clasp, tightening it in turn. There.

"Other arm," he said, his fingers sliding over her shoulders, towards said limb.

Octavia nodded, shifting, ending up leaning against his other shoulder.

The movements involved were slight, but she could still feel the straps pulling against her with them. Around her arm, around her chest - where there was the added sensation of the fabric of the dress.

She gave a small hum, giving him her other arm.

And Lucifer took the next piece of the harness, and wrapped it carefully around her arm. "I really can't stress enough," he said, as he fastened the first clasp, "Just how beautiful you are like this."

"I'm just me," Octavia replied, knowing that wasn't anything that would sway him.

It wasn't supposed to.

There was great worth in getting that for just being her. This weirdly soft side of herself, too.

"And 'just you' is beautiful," Lucifer said, voice soft.

He wrapped the second strap around her arm and pulled it tight.

Octavia gave another soft hum. "Mochof," she murmured, without thinking about it.

"Like a powerful nature goddess," Lucifer murmured.

The next strap closed around the muscle. And then the next, pulling the whole piece tight.

And another hum, lower.

"Where does that fit in with the 'just'?"

"Perfectly," Lucifer said. His fingers smoothed along her skin.

The last one.

"It's the contrasts that make you... you."

"You know, I met someone else that could fit that better," Octavia murmured, nuzzling at his shoulder a little. Thinking. "Nature goddess."

Her voice was soft.

"I'm a woman with a tiny garden."

"You are that, as well."

He slid the clasp into place. Pulled.

"I suppose you are more transcendent to me because you aren't," Lucifer said. "Divine. You aren't an angel, or me forbid, a deity in any boring metaphysical sense of the word."

He kissed her shoulder.

"You are very human."

"Painfully so."

There was an attempt at something wry in her tone that didn't entirely get there.

Lucifer's fingers slid back. He swept some of her hair back, behind her ear.

"I think this is part of why I love you," he said. He pressed a kiss into her neck. "The care you pay to such small, simple things."

Octavia brough one of her hands up. (Leather moving with and against her arm.) It ended up rubbing the back of his shoulder.

"Because the small things matter."

"Which is how you can be a goddess," Lucifer murmured. "And yet so very 'just' human."

"Guess it's good," Octavia replied in a murmur as well, "that I don't know any other way to be."

When she had a choice, anyway.

"I'd love you less if you tried," Lucifer said.

His hands slid down along her curves.

And over and along soft fabric.

Octavia almost shivered. Her hand crept up to the back of his neck. "Would you?"

"Or at least I'd be very concerned about what happened to my niron."

Lucifer found the edges of her dress. He slid his hand underneath, let it settle on the warmth of her leg.

Octavia did shiver, that time.

"I like that better," she murmured. (Admitted.)

Lucifer pressed a kiss into her hair.

His hand slid up her thigh, bunching the skirt of her dress up as it went.

"How would you like me to put on the last piece?" he murmured. "Over or under?"

Octavia didn't hesitate.

"Under."

Her fingers carded through his hair. Idle but gentle.

"All right."

Lucifer reached for the last piece with one hand.

The other shifted up, between her legs, palming her.

Octavia's breath hitched a little. Her fingers curled a little more into his hair, pure reflex.

His grip was light. His mouth brushed against her neck as he pulled back up with the harness in hand.

"I think stepping into it will be more comfortable," Lucifer said.

It wasn't just an excuse to fall to his knees, but that part was very handy.

And never got old, judging by Octavia's soft half-gasp.

Her eyes followed him down, of course.

Lucifer smiled up at her, adoring. He lowered the harness to the ground. "Foot?"

The expression on Octavia's face found a way to get even softer in response to his smile, somehow.

She lifted her left foot off the floor, to step into the harness.

And Lucifer moved it in place obligingly. He held out the other loop of leather, waiting.

Left foot back on the floor. Right foot up.

And through the waiting leather.

(The smallest things could become ritual.)

It was entirely possible Lucifer was doing it like this just so he could have the experience of pulling the harness up underneath her dress, up up up, until the top part sat snuggly just above her hips.

His hands skimmed along her thighs ever-so-casually, ever-so-often.

Didn't feel so casual on the recieving end.

If anything, Octavia was pretty sure her skin was ever-so-slightly goosebumping under his touch. She felt suddenly aware of... everything, all at once.

Lucifer's fingers gripped the straps that now rested above her hips, and pulled them together. Pulled them tight.

"There we are."

"There we are," Octavia echoed, in barely more than a whisper. She drew in a slow breath (feeling the subtle ways leather and fabric moved with it).

Then let it go again.

Lucifer worked with each strap, making sure his knuckles and fingertips bumped and slid against her at every opportunity. Making sure that they were tight around her thighs, against sensitive skin.

"How is that?" he breathed.

For a second, the best Octavia could do was a slightly shaky nod.

And then, "Good," a little hoarse, a little taken with everything.

(Because she could feel everything.)

"Good," Lucifer echoed.

His hands slid out from under her skirt. Slowly. Carefully.

He cupped her cheek.

Octavia turned her face towards the touch, practically helpless to resist.

Her own hands were hanging at her sides. Fingertips brushing back and forth against the dress.

"This is all in your hands, darling," Lucifer murmured. His thumb skimmed along her cheek. "It's your moment."

He brushed a kiss against her other cheek. "Feel."

As if something gave in, Octavia leaned against him again. Her arms slid around his waist - but one of her hands brought some of the skirt of the dress with it, pulling it over his hip. The movement tugged on the fabric in other places, which affected the harness around her chest, which she felt.

She pressed a haphazard kiss against the side of his neck.

Lucifer wrapped his other arm around her. Higher, around her back, below her shoulders. "That's it," he whispered.

Octavia gave an approving hum.

She nuzzled at his neck a little more, just as she pressed her body against his a little bit more, too. Her chest, in particular - feeling the unfamiliar fabric, and the muted way the harness kept her contained in her body. Familiar, but softened by the dress.

Ah. Well.

It shouldn't be a surprise that Lucifer's body responded-- giving a first twitch against her thigh, against the fabric. "How does it feel?" he murmured.

"Soft," Octavia breathed. She shifted a little, in her pressing. Less chest, now, and more hips. A little grind against his thigh. "Contained."

"Contrast," Lucifer whispered.

His hand slid up and down her back, pressing the fabric against her skin.

"Mm-hmm," Octavia hummed. Her skin was warm, underneath the fabric. Warm all over, really.

Warm against the leather underneath.

She could feel the skirt of the dress against her legs as she pressed her hips against his leg again. Exploring sensation, the pressure and presence of the harness at her hips.

And then-- Lucifer's hands settled over her arse. Squeezing slightly, yes. But mostly pulling her in against her.

He shifted his knee forward, to slip between her legs.

Octavia hummed again, then gave a little "Oh", as she... settled against his leg and its newer, better angle.

"Offer?" she asked, lower and raspier than before. There should've been more words to that question, sure, but maybe he'd figure it out anyway.

"I'm just here to give you what you desire, niron." Lucifer's voice was low. Smooth. "Whichever way you wish to ask for it."

"You take such good care of me."

Just because it was raspy and drawled didn't make it any less sincere, or any less true.

Her arms settled a little tighter around him.

"Merely returning the favor," Lucifer breathed.

He was half-hard against her leg, but he made no further moves to call attention to it.

"Use me."

Octavia was looking forward to feeling him go from half to fully, anyway.

"Good Devil," she breathed. It sounded like adoration.

Her head tipped against his shoulder. And with her arms around his waist for an anchor, she moved her hips again. Grinding against him, feeling the press of the leather against herself and how, beyond it, the fabric of the dress caught with the fabric of his pants. Another layer of sensation.

It took a moment of finding a good angle, but she wasn't subtle about it when she did. The groan in her throat made sure of that.

"Yes."

He couldn't see her face - he wished he could - but the sound and the feel of her.

"Tell me. How it feels."

"Like freedom," Octavia sighed. She'd found her angle, and wasn't being coy about taking full advantage. The movements weren't fast or urgent - for now - but they were focused, intentional, thorough in how they dragged her covered core against his thigh. "There's nothing but the... pressure. And feeling held. Leather digging into my thighs."

"I can picture it," Lucifer murmured. "All that pretty leather, pressed into your skin."

"I'll let you take a look," Octavia promised. Low, not quite breathless just yet but with a strained note all the same. "After."

His hands gripped her arse a little harder, though he made no more effort to control her movements. "I want to lick you clean. After."

"Oh." Not an objection, not in the slightest. As for his hands? A great excuse for her to rut a little harder against him. "Anything... else?"

Her breath hitched right in the middle, there. He was welcome for getting to hear it.

"Can you feel me?"

There was nothing half about his hardness, any longer.

"I'd like it if you took care of that whatever way you see fit," he murmured. His hands remained a firm presence on her, giving her... support. "After."

Octavia's casual nudge with her thigh on the side he pressed against her was probably a decent enough answer for his question.

"Whatever way, huh?" she rasped, low. She shifted a little, pressing her face closer to his neck. Her hips were working a little rougher, now. Really getting the most of it, the most of him, with his support. "You wanna -- come for me, after, however I choose to take care of you?"

"Yes..."

This time it was a sigh. A breath. Her breath left goosebumps on the skin of Lucifer's neck, and his eyes closed.

"For you."

"Good."

Her fingers were digging into his back, really holding on with all her might now. A little moan betrayed just a fraction of what she was feeling, in all of her insistent grinding against him.

The sense of urgency had finally arrived, and it was translating into full-on using him for all the friction and pressure that she could, not even a shred of anything self-conscious about her. Just want.

Lucifer whispered small, filthy encouragements in her ear, his mouth brushing against the side of her head as she moved.

He stayed as he was, solid. Supporting her. Letting himself wallow in the beauty of the moment.

He was lucky.

And Octavia kept going, practically pushing herself up onto her toes with the effort of each increasingly frantic grind.

Until, of course, there was that last perfect movement that got her right over the line. Sent her thighs clamping around his leg, had her nails digging harder into his shirt, forced a wild, loud noise out against his neck.

Her whole body shuddering.

Lucifer's hands clawed up her back, gripping her tightly. Pulling her in against him, so he could feel those shocks course through her as if it were his own body.

Octavia pressed against him tighter, practically helpless to do much else in the moment, with a soft groan and a gasp.

Shivering against him.

(Feeling held, in all her pleasure.)

"Beautiful," Lucifer whispered. "Beautiful."

"Not over yet," Octavia breathed, as some of her clinging began to relax a little bit.

More of a promise than an argument against what he said.

Lucifer let out a soft noise, almost a laugh. "Duly noted," he said.

Octavia pressed a lazy kiss against his neck.

Nipped even more lazily at it, right below his ear. Really more of a ploy to whisper by his ear, "It's 'after', now."

"Time to get under your skirts?" Lucifer asked, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Rare opportunity," Octavia quipped.

(True, though.)

"Well, I'll make the most of it."

Lucifer's hands slid down to grasp the fabric-- to pull it up.

So up it went, at least once Octavia actually pulled back just whatever fraction was needed to let it.

The bit that had been between her legs may have been a little bit damp. Just not nearly to the degree that the harness right up against her was.

And Lucifer sank to his knees to greet it. He pressed a kiss to the damp fabric, then pushed it up further.

Slid under her skirts.

Octavia watched him.

And exhaled a soft sigh. Pleased, obviously.

Lucifer stretched up and pressed his lips against the leather. Following the line of it across her skin.

Flicked his tongue against the wet strap.

Octavia could feel it, sort of, muted and more of the idea of it, but still. They both knew what power ideas could have over her, even without a tangible physical component.

Her idle hands curled into the fabric of the dress. It made for a strange view, looking down at herself. Familiar leather giving way to something so light.

But he was like an anchor, always.

"Like you on your knees."

Some thoughts just wanted out, low and idle.

"Like being on my knees for you, darling," Lucifer murmured.

He gripped her hips to steady them.

He traced the strap with his tongue, his breath hot on her skin.

"I know," Octavia sighed, distraction creeping into her voice, "you do it so easily."

One of her hands settled on top of his on her hip, through layers of bunched up fabric.

Lucifer let out a soft sigh.

He closed his eyes as he busied himself. First, the leather.

Then, the tender skin around it. He swept every trace of her taste from her, with methodical strokes, and dedicated patience.

It felt it.

And like... shades of worship.

Octavia barely realized when she closed her eyes, too, to focus on the feeling. Standing tall, and just letting him.

Take care of her.

She was vivid on his tongue; she was everywhere, the smell of her, the feel.

It really was a form of worship, in a way.

But truthfully, Lucifer just liked to be here with her. In a good place, full of love, and fun filth that could run a little deeper, a little better.

He took his time. And when he was done, he leaned back just a bit, on his haunches. Lingering a few moments more, before he had to pull back entirely.

Octavia's hand fumbled for his shoulder.

No real or particular reason for it, except to touch.

Lucifer smiled up at her, letting the fabric fall in front of him. "There you are."

"Hi," Octavia replied, inanely.

Softly.

"Hi," Lucifer said. He rose slowly to his feet, his hands trailing along her sides.

Octavia probably shouldn't repeat it a second time, huh? She managed to contain the impulse.

Instead, she leaned up - once he was there - to brush a kiss against his jaw.

Lucifer let out a soft huff.

He ran his fingers through her hair.

Octavia swayed towards the touch a little.

But it didn't stop her from following it up with another little kiss. Against his chin, this time.

Another smile. Smaller. Softer.

Lucifer kept his hands moving, but he ceded the initiative to her.

Another brush of a kiss, then.

His lips, now.

Lucifer leaned into it. Just a touch.

Octavia kissed him a little firmer, in response.

Then let the tip of her tongue lick along his bottom lip.

Lucifer's lips parted gently, welcoming her closer.

As did his arms.

Octavia leaned in further, her own hands finally finding their way to his hips. (For now, anyway.) She licked her way past his lips, claiming what was so clearly offered.

Still slow, though. Exploring.

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