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]

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."

[okteiviakom]

"Hi," Octavia replied, inanely.

Softly.

[my_own_advocate]

"Hi," Lucifer said. He rose slowly to his feet, his hands trailing along her sides.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia probably shouldn't repeat it a second time, huh? She managed to contain the impulse.

Instead, she leaned up - once he was there - to brush a kiss against his jaw.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer let out a soft huff.

He ran his fingers through her hair.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia swayed towards the touch a little.

But it didn't stop her from following it up with another little kiss. Against his chin, this time.

[my_own_advocate]

Another smile. Smaller. Softer.

Lucifer kept his hands moving, but he ceded the initiative to her.

[okteiviakom]

Another brush of a kiss, then.

His lips, now.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer leaned into it. Just a touch.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia kissed him a little firmer, in response.

Then let the tip of her tongue lick along his bottom lip.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer's lips parted gently, welcoming her closer.

As did his arms.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia leaned in further, her own hands finally finding their way to his hips. (For now, anyway.) She licked her way past his lips, claiming what was so clearly offered.

Still slow, though. Exploring.