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]

'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?"

[okteiviakom]

Octavia lifted her arms.

And definitely didn't feel a shiver run down her spine, a mix of trepidation and anticipation. Because why would she?

(It was there anyway.)

[my_own_advocate]

And Lucifer lowered the dress gently over her, lingering just long enough for her to put her arms through the sleeves - or what little of them they were.

He moved down a touch, just to make sure it fell perfectly around her legs.

[okteiviakom]

And settled over her hips, her chest --

Octavia stopped paying attention to him, for the moment. Her arms came back down, and she was looking at herself, and at the dress, so light on her in every way.

The look on her face bordered on lost.

[my_own_advocate]

"Octavia?"

Lucifer's prompt was soft. He was trying to hide his concern.

[okteiviakom]

It broke Octavia away from whatever personal headspace she'd fallen into, at least. Somewhat.

"It's so -- soft."

She sounded uncertain about whether that was a good or a bad thing.

[my_own_advocate]

"Do you like it?" Lucifer asked gently.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia looked up at him. There was a little bit of something helpless about it. "It's different."

That made it an adjustment.

[my_own_advocate]

"Would you like to take a moment?" Lucifer asked. He brushed a kiss against her forehead. "Or would you like me to put on the harness?"

[okteiviakom]

With her eyes closed, Octavia thought about it for a second. Or, you know, tried to order her thoughts, anyway.

And then: "The harness?"

There were more ways to say 'please' than just using the actual word.

[my_own_advocate]

"As you wish," Lucifer said.

His lips brushed against her cheek. "Beautiful."

He picked up the harness. All the buckles were loose, so it was easy for him to begin the process: one arm first, wrapping the leather around. Buckling it. Tightening it. Making sure she could feel it.

[okteiviakom]

The tightness was immediately helping Octavia to feel a little more settled.

As might've been implied by her slow exhale as it happened.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer had had a feeling it might help.

And so as he strapped it around her chest, he tightened it enough that it couldn't be ignored. He kept going, with each strap, making sure it dug just so into the fabric, and thus into her skin.

[okteiviakom]

And an equally slow and deep inhale, as Octavia felt herself become more anchored into her body, bit by bit. She could feel the pressure from the leather with each subsequent breath.

Good.

[my_own_advocate]

And soon enough, he wound his way up, tying the last strap by her neck.

That one went a little less tight.

"There you are," Lucifer murmured.

[okteiviakom]

"Thank you," Octavia replied, quietly.

Unbidden.

[my_own_advocate]

"No need to thank me," Lucifer said.

He kissed her. Slowly.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia leaned up into it, again.

Just as slow, following his lead.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer pulled away after a long, lingering moment. "How do you feel?" he whispered, again, not far from her lips.

[okteiviakom]

"Better," Octavia murmured back. Not like she'd felt bad before, but -- "More steady."

Held, the way she liked to be.

[my_own_advocate]

"Good," Lucifer said, his hands sliding down to her hips.

Strange, to feel that soft, flowing fabric on her. But a bit lovely in its strangeness.

[okteiviakom]

Strange to feel his touch muted by this specific kind of fabric, too.

But not bad. New.

"And how are you feeling?" Octavia murmured, simply because she could, with a faint lopsided curve to her lips.

[my_own_advocate]

"Lucky," Lucifer murmured, as he leaned back ever slightly to look at her. "To enjoy time with the most beautiful woman in the world."

[okteiviakom]

"Are you running late to meet her?"

Yeah, yeah, he never lied and he meant it, Octavia knew. Maybe she could make up for being a self-deprecating brat by sliding her arms over his shoulders.