Voicemail

[my_own_advocate]

"Do people actually still use voicemail? How charmingly backwards. Leave me a message, or better yet, invest in an instant messenger app and join us in the 21st century. Cheers!"

He didn't need to mention his name with a message like that, did he?

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[okteiviakom]

Its a lot of paint

Hello, Lucifer, your (kinda-not-a-)girlfriend had made it to work safely.

[my_own_advocate]

He started it Lucifer texted back, maturely.

[okteiviakom]

Uh huh

[my_own_advocate]

He knows better than to come near my piano!

[okteiviakom]

That... did sort of sound like a fair point, Octavia thought as she was eyeing the instrument in question from across the club.

Well, doesnt look like it

[my_own_advocate]

Yes, I'm glad we now all agree my retribution was entirely warranted.

Poor Tiny was either chuckling in a corner or feeling Very Ashamed about what he'd just instigated.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia was not going to bother arguing with that.

So, she sent back, Sometimes it feels like you have too much energy to spend.

[my_own_advocate]

I don't follow.

He absolutely did.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia rolled her eyes.

You have so much of it, the overflow goes into feuding with eric

[my_own_advocate]

Again, he started it!

It was also a good distraction for many of his neuroses, Octavia. Have mercy.

[okteiviakom]

She was just calling it as she saw it!

Still

[my_own_advocate]

Still what?

He did not see the problem.

[okteiviakom]

Your energy could have better uses, Octavia typed.

Then read it over. Noticed there was... definitely more than one tone to read it in.

And after a second, chose to send it anyway.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer blinked, staring at that message for a moment.

More than a moment.

duke came o he started. Then erased it. They're not always available, he texted instead.

[okteiviakom]

Maybe some of what Octavia had been doing on her own had jarred something a little more loose. Apparently. Since she now found herself debating what to do with an urge to... nudge this conversation a certain way.

Guess not always, no

That was a cop-out. She was still thinking.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer sat back in his chair and took a sip of his whiskey, washing away some of the taste of miss Smith's shots. Not that I don't prefer them.

[okteiviakom]

Enough to miss them?

[my_own_advocate]

Always.

He sent it before he could overthink it.

[okteiviakom]

How much?

Where was she going with this? No clue, just a vague feeling in the pit of her stomach.

(He wasn't the only one trying not to overthink things.)

[my_own_advocate]

Where was she going with this? Lucifer had no idea. But he was thoroughly invested now, and afraid to break the spell, regardless of where it was headed.

Enough they jump to mind every morning when I wake up, and every evening after that, he wrote. Enough to ache.

[okteiviakom]

There was a much longer pause before another message from Octavia. She wasn't entirely losing the battle against thinking too much, but... the way to phrase this thought called for some deliberation, apparently.

And finally, she landed on, Show me?

Deliberately a question.

[my_own_advocate]

As you wish.

Just a text, at first. To signal that he would actually do this. That she still had precious seconds to tell him no as he slid one hand down his trousers while the other took a picture.

Just... that. Nothing more explicit. Not yet, at least.

He waited another moment.

Then sent it.

[okteiviakom]

No objections came, neither before he sent it nor after. Octavia had already spent enough time figuring out her request, she wasn't going to back out now.

There was safety in the distance, anyway. It was all on her phone, and because of that, not a threat because it was not entirely real.

Although the picture of his hand down his stylish pants was very real. And -- doing something for her. (There it was again, that longing. Seeping in through the cracks in whatever container she'd had to shove all these feelings in.)

Dont think thats it

It was the opposite of an objection.

NSFW

[my_own_advocate]

Well.

Rarely had snark sounded so much like permission.

Lucifer unbuttoned his trousers, pushing them down to his hips. The thrill of this was already starting to show from here, his cock just a bit more rigid than it had been moments ago.

He let it sit in his hand.

Took a picture. Sent it.

Re: NSFW

[okteiviakom]

See? Safe. Octavia got to see him - and it didn't escape her notice that this was already getting to him a little - and to keep her reactions contained for no one to see. Where no one could use them against her.

Better

Maybe she should give him a little more than that?

Always liked you not undressing all the way