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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[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."

[okteiviakom]

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.

[my_own_advocate]

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.

[okteiviakom]

"You keep telling me."

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

It was helpless.

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes." Again.

Lucifer lifted her off the counter.

[okteiviakom]

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

Small, but not weak.

[my_own_advocate]

"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.

[okteiviakom]

"Okay," Octavia murmured, just as soft.

And buried her face against his neck.

[my_own_advocate]

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

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

[okteiviakom]

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.

[my_own_advocate]

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.

[okteiviakom]

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.

[my_own_advocate]

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.

[okteiviakom]

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

Mesmerized, for lack of a better word.

[my_own_advocate]

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.

[okteiviakom]

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.

[my_own_advocate]

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."

[okteiviakom]

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

[my_own_advocate]

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.

[okteiviakom]

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.

[my_own_advocate]

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

He did linger there.

[okteiviakom]

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

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

[my_own_advocate]

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.

[okteiviakom]

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.