Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Evening

[okteiviakom]

It was the second-to-last Sunday of the year, and likely the last Sunday night date night of the year. Maybe that could've called for something special, in a fancy kind of way, but Octavia had felt like it called for something comfortable. Soft clothes and easy food. The island appeared the agree with the former, what with the freely provided snuggies - not that Octavia was currently wearing hers, but she was definitely going to keep it, likely much to the delight of her partners.

As for the food, she'd ordered in from a Greek restaurant and bakery on the mainland. It was a little heavy on the pita and the dips and spreads, and also various little pastries that were more on the dessert side of things - but what was more comfortable than finger food? Especially when you had a good coffee table to spread it all out on while lounging on the couch.

Well, lounging mostly on the couch, slightly on Lucifer's lap. As you do. "I'm not getting in your way, right?" Octavia rasped, as she leaned lazily (by Octavia standards) towards the table to pick up another bit of pita.

[ooc: For the one, duh. ETA: NSFW!]

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[my_own_advocate]

"Not only are you not getting in the way," Lucifer said, as he leaned back into the sofa to nibble on his own bite, "I very much appreciate the view, darling."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia snorted. "The view over my shoulder and down my shirt?"

She dipped her pita deep in the taramasalata and leaned back again, against him.

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes," Lucifer agreed. He tilted his head. "And at the moment, the top of your thighs."

[okteiviakom]

The only immediate response he got was a vague hum, because Octavia was busy with a bite.

"And what's so special about those?" she asked, once she'd swallowed.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer pressed an idle kiss against her neck as he leaned into her - mainly so he could grab another bite.

"They're very firm," he said. "They've always felt quite nice against me."

[okteiviakom]

Idle or not, Octavia still exhaled a soft little sigh at the feel of his lips, his stubble scratching faintly at her skin. The noise sounded... happy.

"'Quite nice', huh?" she drawled.

[my_own_advocate]

"Delightful," Lucifer agreed.

[okteiviakom]

"I'm sure they're very happy to hear that."

Did she need to pat one of said thighs with her free hand? Probably not, and yet.

[my_own_advocate]

"I can ask them, if you'd like," Lucifer said, his own free hand sliding down to touch one of them.

[okteiviakom]

Was Octavia exhaling a rough chuckle enough of an answer?

Maybe not. "I mean, sure, if you feel like that'll add something."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer shifted somewhat, his chin now pressing down on her arm so he could stage-whisper more closely to said thigh. "I think you're quite firm and very touchable. Does that please you?"

Dork.

[okteiviakom]

It wasn't just a chuckle, this time. It was a full laugh, one of those nearly startled ones - yes, even with how much she should've expected exactly that.

"Oh," she said, a little bit of it still in her voice, "you and Duke are the perfect match."

(Which also made them perfect for her in many ways.)

[my_own_advocate]

"Hm?" Lucifer's head tilted.

Then slid back up onto her shoulder, because that was more comfortable.

[okteiviakom]

"You're both ridiculous."

Which she said with such fondness there was no question whether she actually approved or not.

[my_own_advocate]

"So, as you may recall, are you," Lucifer said, poking her gently in the side.

Or tickling her. One of those two.

[okteiviakom]

Certainly felt like tickling to Octavia.

Who made a futile effort at squirming away from it, with a muted, playing-at-being-offended, "Hey!"

[my_own_advocate]

"Admiiiiiit iiiiiit," Lucifer sing-songed, keeping up his onslaught.

[okteiviakom]

"I'm only ridiculous to you!" Octavia objected, with more ineffective squirming. "Just you two!"

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes, yes, you're very grim and intimidating and monosyllabic towards everyone else," Lucifer laughed. (He wasn't relenting, no.) "We two see the truth."

[okteiviakom]

"The truth?" Octavia asked, her voice going uncharacterically high-pitched. Blame it on the breathless laugh that was also present in her voice. "Really?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes," Lucifer said, and his fingers finally pulled away, but only so he could slide his arm around her waist. "That you are a ridiculous and extraordinarily silly woman."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia slumped against him, like she needed to catch her breath. "Yeah, yeah," she sighed, with the tiniest wave of her hand. "And what was that other claim you two had about me?"

No reason.

[my_own_advocate]

"That you're very horny?"

Lucifer was not winning the prize for prettiest romantic words of the week.

[okteiviakom]

He was here with Octavia, it was fine.

"Right, that," she said, idly, managing to get more of the rasp back into her voice. "Well, I'm not wearing any underwear under these pants, so..."

Guess there were some silly arguments she was willing to give in on. (And also baggy loungewear could be great at keeping secrets.)

[my_own_advocate]

"Oh."

Well, if her thighs were delightful, that sound was delighted.

"I may have to check," he added.

His hand already sliding under her waistband. What?