The Samsara, Port of Fandom, Wednesday Afternoon

[my_own_advocate]

Right, so he'd clearly failed some kind of understanding test on Octavia's mystifying thing about tiny Duke. Lucifer had spent some time last night attempting to wrap his mind around it and failing.

But, well. Octavia stalking out of the Nest in a disappointed huff was not exactly how he wanted to go into this Duke-and-Octavia-free long weekend. And clearly he'd made a mistake. So.

There he was, standing on the boardwalk just outside of Samsara, holding a fruit basket. (It had lychees in it, besides the usual suspects. And dragonfruit. An apology basket had to be properly extravagant, right? It had worked for Miss Smith, at any rate.)

"Octavia?" he called.

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[my_own_advocate]

Mmhm, hi there.

Lucifer deepened the kiss with enthusiasm, his hand carding back up through her hair as the other one slid down her back until it settled over her arse.

For, erm, support. Yes.

[okteiviakom]

Her ass was feeling very supported now, yes. Octavia also made an appreciative little noise in the back of her throat as she let him lead the kiss.

Her own fingers were drawing haphazard patterns through the hair at the back of his head.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer gave her a playful squeeze, but his hands were restless. He wanted to make sure he touched as much of her as possible while he still had the chance.

(In a fleeting thought, he considered whether they should have called Duke over... ah, well. Next time.)

So his fingers strayed under the hem of her shirt as he made sure she was thoroughly kissed.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia was content to be spending this week just focusing on one person at a time, anyway. There was always next week.

Next time.

And his hand was under her shirt, and his lips felt hungry against hers. She wasn't thinking about much beyond that. Except very... immediate thoughts.

Like how if he kept pushing further under the shirt, he wasn't going to find anything but skin.

[my_own_advocate]

That had been his hope.

And he was delighted to find it realized when he slid his hand further up and found that warm skin pressing against his palm.

[okteiviakom]

Unlike him and Duke, Octavia was pretty much guaranteed to always be wearing underwear, but a bra? She didn't need that kind of support when she was just puttering around her boat.

There was a small, amused huff from her when he figured it out. Followed by another little moment of her teeth finding hs bottom lip.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer gasped, soft and appreciative at the slight sting.

His hand tightened in her hair, and as his mouth pulled away from hers, he gave it a slight tug backwards.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia had not expected the noise she made at the tug. It was a small gasp, almost needy.

And her head tilted back with it.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer noticed that noise, though he had no intention of remarking on it.

He kissed her jaw, and then slipped down to press a sucking kiss against the gorgeous warm skin of her neck.

[okteiviakom]

It was playing over in Octavia's head right now regardless.

The pleased hum that followed now sounded a little more controlled, though her own fingers attempted to tighten in his hair.

[my_own_advocate]

His fingers trailed along her side, onto her belly, and then gently over her breast, her shirt rucking up the further he moved them. Lucifer's mouth was hot on her neck, and not particularly gentle; he found a spot he liked and buried his teeth in it.

Careful. But not soft.

[okteiviakom]

It was like a tiny lightning bolt down Octavia's spine. She gasped, then hissed through her teeth, her eyes shut tight.

Squirmed a little against his lap, first involuntarily, but then... Well, not so much.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer sighed quietly against her neck as she brushed against him just right. "You liked that," he murmured, sliding his hand out of her hair. He brushed his thumb over the red spot he'd left behind.

[okteiviakom]

It felt tingly. Or maybe that was just because Octavia was a little hyper-focused on that small patch of skin right now.

She wanted to say 'I guess', or something else that would have obscured her reaction a little.

But instead she just sighed, "Yeah."

[my_own_advocate]

"Mm," Lucifer hummed softly.

He turned to the other side of her neck, and bit down again, creating a mirror image.

[okteiviakom]

The way her hips shifted over his didn't start off deliberate this time, either.

But the noise she made was more of a ragged sigh as the sharpness of the bite seemed to travel both up her neck and down her shoulder.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer's fingers wound back into her hair and pulled back even more.

He needed the space to leave wet kisses down her throat, his teeth occasionally scraping accidentally-on-purpose against her skin.

[okteiviakom]

Fittingly, Octavia's breath seemed to catch in her throat a little. Sounded a little shallow, too. Her posture had tensed some, with the further backwards tilt of her head. Not in a bad way, not that she would've had the words to describe it.

(Something in her objected to bending - literally - to his will, even in such a small thing.

Something else craved much, much more.)

Her own hands had slid to his shoulders, her fingers now just holding on, pressing into the backs of his shoulders.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer was good at discovering people's desires.

It wasn't always a conscious thing.

Maybe the tenseness should have made him stop and check on her, but it didn't.

He found the most vulnerable part of her throat, and made good on the earlier threat of his teeth.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia growled a crude bit of Trig, one of her hands really digging against his jacket for a moment there. But she didn't pull away from it.

He was also in kind of a prime spot for noticing her pulse was more than a little quick right now.

[my_own_advocate]

Yeah. He noticed.

Lucifer let out a hot huff of a breath across her skin.

His fingers slid out of her hair.

And in an instant, he was pushing her shirt up, up-- needed to be off.

[okteiviakom]

... Was that a flash of disappointment when his fingers were no longer wrapped around her hair? Thank fuck she hadn't made a noise or any other outwards indication of it.

Anyway. He had a reason, and now she was helping him with the shirt.

It was a little scrambly, but efficient.

[my_own_advocate]

He cast the shirt aside and ran his blunt nails up along her sides without lingering too much.

"I'm trying to decide," Lucifer mused, eyes darting down her body before they setteld on her face. "If I want you to ride me..."

And one hand slid back into her hair. "Or maybe I should just push you down into the mattress."

Just... feeling out the mood. Albeit with confidence.

[okteiviakom]

And there it was again, that tug of war happening inside Octavia. One side protesting at the mere idea of being pushed anywhere, the other reveling in how he could.

There was a fire in her eyes as soon as his hand was in her hair. Something rigid and proud and combative about her posture, her back straight like she was making herself bigger.

And something taunting, goading, a challenge about her tone when she spoke.

"Try your luck, Morningstar."

[my_own_advocate]

"Oh, are we getting airs now?"

Lucifer's lazy smirk was an answering taunt.

Perhaps a picking up of that gauntlet.

Though to be fair, the yank he gave on her hair - careful not to actually pull any of it out of her head, firm enough to feel like he could - was more effective in that department.

As was his teeth, biting down on the soft skin of her breast.