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]

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.

[okteiviakom]

"I just want to feel them," Octavia murmured in response, with the slightest shake of her head.

Although guess that was probably a mood in itself.

[my_own_advocate]

"Of course," Lucifer said.

He went through each clasp, tightening it in turn. There.

"Other arm," he said, his fingers sliding over her shoulders, towards said limb.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia nodded, shifting, ending up leaning against his other shoulder.

The movements involved were slight, but she could still feel the straps pulling against her with them. Around her arm, around her chest - where there was the added sensation of the fabric of the dress.

She gave a small hum, giving him her other arm.

[my_own_advocate]

And Lucifer took the next piece of the harness, and wrapped it carefully around her arm. "I really can't stress enough," he said, as he fastened the first clasp, "Just how beautiful you are like this."

[okteiviakom]

"I'm just me," Octavia replied, knowing that wasn't anything that would sway him.

It wasn't supposed to.

There was great worth in getting that for just being her. This weirdly soft side of herself, too.

[my_own_advocate]

"And 'just you' is beautiful," Lucifer said, voice soft.

He wrapped the second strap around her arm and pulled it tight.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gave another soft hum. "Mochof," she murmured, without thinking about it.

[my_own_advocate]

"Like a powerful nature goddess," Lucifer murmured.

The next strap closed around the muscle. And then the next, pulling the whole piece tight.

[okteiviakom]

And another hum, lower.

"Where does that fit in with the 'just'?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Perfectly," Lucifer said. His fingers smoothed along her skin.

The last one.

"It's the contrasts that make you... you."

[okteiviakom]

"You know, I met someone else that could fit that better," Octavia murmured, nuzzling at his shoulder a little. Thinking. "Nature goddess."

Her voice was soft.

"I'm a woman with a tiny garden."

[my_own_advocate]

"You are that, as well."

He slid the clasp into place. Pulled.

"I suppose you are more transcendent to me because you aren't," Lucifer said. "Divine. You aren't an angel, or me forbid, a deity in any boring metaphysical sense of the word."

He kissed her shoulder.

"You are very human."

[okteiviakom]

"Painfully so."

There was an attempt at something wry in her tone that didn't entirely get there.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer's fingers slid back. He swept some of her hair back, behind her ear.

"I think this is part of why I love you," he said. He pressed a kiss into her neck. "The care you pay to such small, simple things."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia brough one of her hands up. (Leather moving with and against her arm.) It ended up rubbing the back of his shoulder.

"Because the small things matter."

[my_own_advocate]

"Which is how you can be a goddess," Lucifer murmured. "And yet so very 'just' human."

[okteiviakom]

"Guess it's good," Octavia replied in a murmur as well, "that I don't know any other way to be."

When she had a choice, anyway.

[my_own_advocate]

"I'd love you less if you tried," Lucifer said.

His hands slid down along her curves.