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]

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."

[okteiviakom]

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.

[my_own_advocate]

"You have time," Lucifer told her.

His hands slid down her thighs. Rubbing.

He watched her. Kept taking her in.

[okteiviakom]

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.

[my_own_advocate]

"Leathers," Lucifer echoed.

He leaned down. Pressed a kiss to the snake.

[okteiviakom]

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

One he didn't actually need.

[my_own_advocate]

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

[okteiviakom]

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.

[my_own_advocate]

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.

[okteiviakom]

"Flowy?"

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

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer nodded.

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

[okteiviakom]

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

Soft, quiet.

"Okay."

[my_own_advocate]

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.)

[okteiviakom]

And Octavia... stayed.

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

[my_own_advocate]

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.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia nodded again.

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

[my_own_advocate]

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

[okteiviakom]

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

"If you'd like," she murmured.

[my_own_advocate]

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

He leaned in to steal a kiss.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia leaned up like a flower towards the light.

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

[my_own_advocate]

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.

[okteiviakom]

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

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

[my_own_advocate]

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."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's hand found his arm.

She used it to help herself back to her feet.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer let her. Watching, waiting.

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