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]

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.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer chuckled. "I think I'm right on time," he said, his arm sliding around her waist.

[okteiviakom]

"Smooth," Octavia replied, on a soft huff.

[my_own_advocate]

"One of us has to be," Lucifer teased.

He kissed her.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's "And it's not gonna be me" was almost entirely lost to the kiss.

No one would miss it, not with how she leaned against him.

[my_own_advocate]

"I know," Lucifer managed, in-between kisses.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia found room for a few more words too, distracted and breathy though they may have been.

"Then what am I?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Beautiful," Lucifer said again. "And... matter-of-fact. And honest, if searching."

He kissed her jaw.

[okteiviakom]

"What's that mean?" Octavia asked, on a sigh, tilting her head just a little bit. Offering more of her jaw.

[my_own_advocate]

"You felt something you thought you might desire, but you weren't sure," Lucifer said, his fingers sliding up along her back. "And yet, fiercely, you tried anyway. Searching."

[okteiviakom]

"Because you make it possible," Octavia murmured. "You give me space."