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]

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.

[okteiviakom]

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.

[my_own_advocate]

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

[okteiviakom]

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.

[my_own_advocate]

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

[okteiviakom]

"Hi," Octavia sighed, against his lips.

Her thumb brushed over his cheek.

[my_own_advocate]

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

[okteiviakom]

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

That, too.

[my_own_advocate]

"We'll fix that," Lucifer teased.

He nuzzled her cheek.