Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Evening

[okteiviakom]

There had not been a Sunday night date night at Lucifer's house in a long time. Octavia supposed they should've marked it as a special occasion somehow. But, in all honesty, with the summer they'd had, it was special enough just to meet Lucifer at the house in the first place.

She'd asked him to handle dinner however he chose. She was bringing dessert -- no, not like that.

... Okay, maybe like that, too. But actual dessert as well.

Which she had with her in a little paper bag as she made her way into the mansion.

[ooc: You guessed it, for that Devil guy.]

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[my_own_advocate]

"It makes me feel useful," Lucifer said. "On a level that is, as we just realized, wholly personal. I can... tease it out, and then be it."

He looked at her. "After trying to fix a world for so many bloody people with so many bloody ideas of how things should be run," he said, "There's something quite Zen about it."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia nodded, a thoughtful little movement.

"Just one person," she said. "With one person's needs. And all just in the moment."

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes."

Lucifer took another bite.

"He was so-- I'm not sure if happy is the word," he mused. "At peace?"

[okteiviakom]

At that, Octavia... half forced a faint hum of agreement past her throat.

"He's said," she replied, looking down at her plate, ostensibly so she could stick her fork into some more food, too. "That that's what he gets out of it."

[my_own_advocate]

"Much like you," Lucifer agreed. "When we do our thing."

Only then did he look up from his food. Did he hear something in her voice, or was he just imagining it?

[okteiviakom]

"Peace is probably not the word I would use," Octavia replied, a little more easily. Which probably didn't help with figuring out if there'd been an off note before. "But more or less the same idea, anyway."

[my_own_advocate]

"What is the word you would use?" Lucifer asked.

He wasn't going to fixate on the off-note if she didn't seem off now.

[okteiviakom]

"Depends on the moment."

Well, he knew they had a variety of different moods between them. Different directions to go in, often depending on where her head was at.

"But, I guess... Maybe free? Or safe."

[my_own_advocate]

"Also good things," Lucifer said, after he'd swallowed, his mouth curving. "I think I'd feel better if I was able to do that for you again tonight." He held up a hand. "Though of course these things cannot be forced."

[okteiviakom]

"Well," Octavia said, and maybe he might be able to guess where she was about to go from the particular faint curve of her lips, "sometimes there's forcing involved."

The better kind.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer grinned. "Quite sexy force, if I recall correctly."

[okteiviakom]

"You would say that."

Only because 'sexy' was only rarely a word that came out of Octavia's mouth.

[my_own_advocate]

"Well, I'd like to think I'm an excellent judge of sexiness," Lucifer pointed out. "Especially yours."

[okteiviakom]

"Way better than me, for sure," Octavia replied, now with an actual little smirk. "I just reap the benefits."

And she popped more food in her mouth.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer chuckled. "I can tell you you are very sexy, darling," he said. "A great deal of the time."

[okteiviakom]

"I'll let you show me later, too."

[my_own_advocate]

"Oooooh."

Yeah, he did in fact say that out loud.

[okteiviakom]

And then so did Octavia, but more like an amused question: "'Oooh'?"

As if there was anything surprising about that response.

[my_own_advocate]

"Nothing," Lucifer said, spearing another carrot and smirking. "Just thinking of you naked."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gave a soft huff. "In a compromising position, no doubt," she rasped.

Not a lot left on her plate, really. Even less now with another bite brought up to her mouth.

[my_own_advocate]

"Looking very powerful, I assure you," Lucifer said, polishing off the last of his food.

[okteiviakom]

"Those things aren't mutually exclusive."

And another bite.

And then one last one.

[my_own_advocate]

"You didn't hear me denying yours, did you?"

Lucifer sat back in his chair.

[okteiviakom]

"No," Octavia replied, lightly, "just saying."

She put the fork between her lips one last time, just to lick it clean, then set it down on her empty plate.

[my_own_advocate]

"Consider us agreed," Lucifer said.

He sounded distracted, though, watching her mouth as he was.