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]

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.