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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[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.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's breath caught again. Then she hissed at the bite, something indistinct in rough Trig.

Her hands, for the moment, were balled into fists against her thighs. And from the back of her neck, all the way down her spine, her skin was tingling.

[my_own_advocate]

He held her hair there, just on the knife's edge of too much tension.

He dragged his mouth from the bite and wrapped it around her nipple, sucking noisily.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia shifted on his lap again. Whether to alleviate the effects of the hair pulling on her neck, or -- Well. The effects of the hair pulling and the rest of everything, on the space between her legs. (Her underwear was already damp, she could feel it. The sweatpants were still keeping her secret.) Either way, it didn't do much except draw a little growl from her.

Her nipples were already peaks before he got his mouth on them.

[my_own_advocate]

It wouldn't be much of a secret for long. Lucifer's free hand was already sliding down her body, and not in a teasing way, either. He pushed it into her sweatpants, over her underwear.

He pulled his mouth away and murmured, "Well, I can see someone's enjoying herself," in her ear.

[okteiviakom]

"Fuck off," Octavia growled, sharp yet quiet. It felt like the right thing, the natural thing.

As if she didn't also squirm again, trying for more pressure from his hand.

[my_own_advocate]

"Language," Lucifer said, smirking at her.

Lazy again, yes, even as he pulled her underwear up sharply.

[okteiviakom]

Well, that was an attempted glare.

But mostly an involuntary gasp at the sudden pressure, and the pleasure that came with it.