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]

"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.

[okteiviakom]

And over and along soft fabric.

Octavia almost shivered. Her hand crept up to the back of his neck. "Would you?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Or at least I'd be very concerned about what happened to my niron."

Lucifer found the edges of her dress. He slid his hand underneath, let it settle on the warmth of her leg.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia did shiver, that time.

"I like that better," she murmured. (Admitted.)

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer pressed a kiss into her hair.

His hand slid up her thigh, bunching the skirt of her dress up as it went.

"How would you like me to put on the last piece?" he murmured. "Over or under?"

[okteiviakom]

Octavia didn't hesitate.

"Under."

Her fingers carded through his hair. Idle but gentle.

[my_own_advocate]

"All right."

Lucifer reached for the last piece with one hand.

The other shifted up, between her legs, palming her.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's breath hitched a little. Her fingers curled a little more into his hair, pure reflex.

[my_own_advocate]

His grip was light. His mouth brushed against her neck as he pulled back up with the harness in hand.

"I think stepping into it will be more comfortable," Lucifer said.

It wasn't just an excuse to fall to his knees, but that part was very handy.

[okteiviakom]

And never got old, judging by Octavia's soft half-gasp.

Her eyes followed him down, of course.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer smiled up at her, adoring. He lowered the harness to the ground. "Foot?"

[okteiviakom]

The expression on Octavia's face found a way to get even softer in response to his smile, somehow.

She lifted her left foot off the floor, to step into the harness.

[my_own_advocate]

And Lucifer moved it in place obligingly. He held out the other loop of leather, waiting.

[okteiviakom]

Left foot back on the floor. Right foot up.

And through the waiting leather.

(The smallest things could become ritual.)

[my_own_advocate]

It was entirely possible Lucifer was doing it like this just so he could have the experience of pulling the harness up underneath her dress, up up up, until the top part sat snuggly just above her hips.

His hands skimmed along her thighs ever-so-casually, ever-so-often.

[okteiviakom]

Didn't feel so casual on the recieving end.

If anything, Octavia was pretty sure her skin was ever-so-slightly goosebumping under his touch. She felt suddenly aware of... everything, all at once.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer's fingers gripped the straps that now rested above her hips, and pulled them together. Pulled them tight.

"There we are."

[okteiviakom]

"There we are," Octavia echoed, in barely more than a whisper. She drew in a slow breath (feeling the subtle ways leather and fabric moved with it).

Then let it go again.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer worked with each strap, making sure his knuckles and fingertips bumped and slid against her at every opportunity. Making sure that they were tight around her thighs, against sensitive skin.

"How is that?" he breathed.

[okteiviakom]

For a second, the best Octavia could do was a slightly shaky nod.

And then, "Good," a little hoarse, a little taken with everything.

(Because she could feel everything.)