Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Evening

[okteiviakom]

"I don't think I've got this."

It had been a while since the last Sunday night date night.

It felt like it had been forever. And Octavia's memories of the last date night of any day of the week at the house weren't great.

None of that was what was getting to her right this second.

"It's just not doing what I want, Lucifer."

She was trying to pipe some sort of ganache onto a thing of dessert in a dainty little bowl, and no, it was not going smoothly at all. As far as issues went, it would have been almost blissfully mundane, had it not also been so very frustrating.

[ooc: For that guy and massive SP.]

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[my_own_advocate]

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.

[okteiviakom]

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.

[my_own_advocate]

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

[okteiviakom]

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

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

[my_own_advocate]

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.

[okteiviakom]

"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.

[my_own_advocate]

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.

[okteiviakom]

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.

[my_own_advocate]

"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.

[okteiviakom]

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.

[my_own_advocate]

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.

[okteiviakom]

Combined, just one thing, moving together.

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

[my_own_advocate]

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

Home.

[okteiviakom]

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.

[my_own_advocate]

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.

[okteiviakom]

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.

[my_own_advocate]

"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."

[okteiviakom]

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.

[my_own_advocate]

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

Then settled.

[okteiviakom]

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

[my_own_advocate]

"I love you," Lucifer murmured.

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

[okteiviakom]

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

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

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer heard it, though.

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

He kissed her lips gently.

[okteiviakom]

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

Soft in every way, suddenly.

[my_own_advocate]

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

"My beautiful Σελήνη."