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]

"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."

[my_own_advocate]

"Because I love watching you take that space," Lucifer murmured. "It's like seeing new parts of you come alive."

[okteiviakom]

"How many new parts do you think I still have left?"

Nonsensical question, maybe.

But this was space where she didn't mind being that way.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer chuckled. "Hm," he mused. "Fifteen."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia couldn't help her soft snort. "Fifteen? Way more than I thought."

[my_own_advocate]

"What can I say," Lucifer said, grinning. "I believe you to be a complicated woman."

[okteiviakom]

Okay, this huff was much less soft, largely because it was louder.

"Well we knew that already."

[my_own_advocate]

"Who is many-dimensional," Lucifer said. He kissed her forehead. "I'd say fifteen is a conservative estimate, honestly."

[okteiviakom]

Rude, the forehead kiss. Few things could soften her so instantly from all her scoffing.

"I think I'm just... trying. All the time."

[my_own_advocate]

"I know," Lucifer said.

He gave in to instinct, and hugged her close.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia exhaled a huff, something wry - but pressed in closer, ducking her face into the crook of his neck.

Safe, secure.

[my_own_advocate]

"Any idea what you'd like to do next?" Lucifer murmured.

[okteiviakom]

"You were dressing me," Octavia murmured in response. "You should finish the job."

Not that she was making a single move towards pulling back and letting him, just yet.

[my_own_advocate]

"Mm," Lucifer hummed. "More leathers?"

[okteiviakom]

Octavia pressed her face a little closer against his neck. Her breath against his skin, her skin against his skin.

"Always."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer chuckled softly. "I brought some for your arms and legs," he murmured. "Do you want the ones for your hips, as well?"

[okteiviakom]

"Yeah."

She swayed them faintly. So helpful.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer laughed softly. "As you wish," he said.

He pulled away, but only for a second; then, leather straps were closing around her arm.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia had had to pull her arms away from his neck in order for him to do that, which was sad. But she was now resting her head against his shoulder where it wouldn't hamper what he was doing.

She'd live.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer was as precise with these as he'd been with the other - but he let his fingers linger against her naked skin wherever he could.

He didn't secure these quite as tight. It didn't feel as necessary here.

[okteiviakom]

He might think that.

But:

"Do it right, niron," Octavia murmured.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer let out a soft huff. "Ah, that's the mood we're in, then?" he asked.

He tightened the strap his fingers were currently working on.