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]

"Yes..."

This time it was a sigh. A breath. Her breath left goosebumps on the skin of Lucifer's neck, and his eyes closed.

"For you."

[okteiviakom]

"Good."

Her fingers were digging into his back, really holding on with all her might now. A little moan betrayed just a fraction of what she was feeling, in all of her insistent grinding against him.

The sense of urgency had finally arrived, and it was translating into full-on using him for all the friction and pressure that she could, not even a shred of anything self-conscious about her. Just want.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer whispered small, filthy encouragements in her ear, his mouth brushing against the side of her head as she moved.

He stayed as he was, solid. Supporting her. Letting himself wallow in the beauty of the moment.

He was lucky.

[okteiviakom]

And Octavia kept going, practically pushing herself up onto her toes with the effort of each increasingly frantic grind.

Until, of course, there was that last perfect movement that got her right over the line. Sent her thighs clamping around his leg, had her nails digging harder into his shirt, forced a wild, loud noise out against his neck.

Her whole body shuddering.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer's hands clawed up her back, gripping her tightly. Pulling her in against him, so he could feel those shocks course through her as if it were his own body.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia pressed against him tighter, practically helpless to do much else in the moment, with a soft groan and a gasp.

Shivering against him.

(Feeling held, in all her pleasure.)

[my_own_advocate]

"Beautiful," Lucifer whispered. "Beautiful."

[okteiviakom]

"Not over yet," Octavia breathed, as some of her clinging began to relax a little bit.

More of a promise than an argument against what he said.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer let out a soft noise, almost a laugh. "Duly noted," he said.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia pressed a lazy kiss against his neck.

Nipped even more lazily at it, right below his ear. Really more of a ploy to whisper by his ear, "It's 'after', now."

[my_own_advocate]

"Time to get under your skirts?" Lucifer asked, a smirk playing on his lips.

[okteiviakom]

"Rare opportunity," Octavia quipped.

(True, though.)

[my_own_advocate]

"Well, I'll make the most of it."

Lucifer's hands slid down to grasp the fabric-- to pull it up.

[okteiviakom]

So up it went, at least once Octavia actually pulled back just whatever fraction was needed to let it.

The bit that had been between her legs may have been a little bit damp. Just not nearly to the degree that the harness right up against her was.

[my_own_advocate]

And Lucifer sank to his knees to greet it. He pressed a kiss to the damp fabric, then pushed it up further.

Slid under her skirts.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia watched him.

And exhaled a soft sigh. Pleased, obviously.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer stretched up and pressed his lips against the leather. Following the line of it across her skin.

Flicked his tongue against the wet strap.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia could feel it, sort of, muted and more of the idea of it, but still. They both knew what power ideas could have over her, even without a tangible physical component.

Her idle hands curled into the fabric of the dress. It made for a strange view, looking down at herself. Familiar leather giving way to something so light.

But he was like an anchor, always.

"Like you on your knees."

Some thoughts just wanted out, low and idle.

[my_own_advocate]

"Like being on my knees for you, darling," Lucifer murmured.

He gripped her hips to steady them.

He traced the strap with his tongue, his breath hot on her skin.

[okteiviakom]

"I know," Octavia sighed, distraction creeping into her voice, "you do it so easily."

One of her hands settled on top of his on her hip, through layers of bunched up fabric.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer let out a soft sigh.

He closed his eyes as he busied himself. First, the leather.

Then, the tender skin around it. He swept every trace of her taste from her, with methodical strokes, and dedicated patience.

[okteiviakom]

It felt it.

And like... shades of worship.

Octavia barely realized when she closed her eyes, too, to focus on the feeling. Standing tall, and just letting him.

Take care of her.

[my_own_advocate]

She was vivid on his tongue; she was everywhere, the smell of her, the feel.

It really was a form of worship, in a way.

But truthfully, Lucifer just liked to be here with her. In a good place, full of love, and fun filth that could run a little deeper, a little better.

He took his time. And when he was done, he leaned back just a bit, on his haunches. Lingering a few moments more, before he had to pull back entirely.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's hand fumbled for his shoulder.

No real or particular reason for it, except to touch.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer smiled up at her, letting the fabric fall in front of him. "There you are."