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]

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.

[okteiviakom]

And she pressed a kiss against his.

"Sooner or later."

[my_own_advocate]

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

He reached for some strappy leather on the nightstand.

[okteiviakom]

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

"Think you should."

[my_own_advocate]

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

[okteiviakom]

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.

[my_own_advocate]

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

[okteiviakom]

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.

[my_own_advocate]

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

[okteiviakom]

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.)

[my_own_advocate]

"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."

[okteiviakom]

'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...?"

[my_own_advocate]

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