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]

How dare he do things to her heart when he was already doing so much to other parts of her.

"Well," Octavia rasped, a little unsteady, but with a newfound taunting edge of her own, "if you think this is all you've got..."

(One part wanted him to take his strange fondness and just wrap her up in it.

Another wanted to earn it.)

[my_own_advocate]

"Not in the slightest, my dear," Lucifer said, and tilted his head up, pressing a firm kiss against her forehead.

Then his hand retreated from her underwear and he tried to shove her onto the bed.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia resisted. Made to resist? Maybe the difference didn't really matter right now.

There was a hiss involved, all the same. Some light grabbing at his arms.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer was strong. There was only so much she could do.

Though his eyes did flick up to hers briefly, just to check in and make sure there was no genuine panic behind her defiance.

[okteiviakom]

There wasn't. Just defiance, mixed with fire, and almost an odd sort of joy in a moment of struggle against a force that wouldn't yield.

Her back met the mattress with a muted thump.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer's hands found her wrists, wet fingers leaving streaks on one of them. He pressed them against the bed and smirked down at her, concern flowing away again.

He kissed her roughly.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia bucked up against him. Protest, sure, but mostly just because wetness she could feel on her wrist was drawing her attention back to what a sorry, unfulfilled state he'd left her in.

Rough was good, though. And she gave as good as she got.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer slid over her to straddle her, keeping her down against the mattress with his hips. He sat upright and unbuttoned his shirt quickly, tossing it aside.

Then unbuttoned his fly.

While watching her.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia was watching him too, first his hands (his fly), then his face. Eyes narrowed like a challenge.

Just ignore the way her hands remained where he'd pressed them before pulling his away.

[my_own_advocate]

Eventually he did have to move away from her, if only for a moment. (There was just no other way to get out of his trousers.)

But he returned to the same position barely a moment later, curling his fingers in the waistband of her sweatpants and pulled them down, casting them off behind him.

He was still smirking, yes. Though also oddly focused.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia was taking note of that. Well, after her eyes had wandered around his body for a moment, anyway.

She could be defiant and still appreciate him for the work of art that he was, before her gaze snapped back up to his face.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer caught her eye after a lingering once-over of his own. He reached for her wrists again - with one hand, this time.

"I think..." he said, and shifted again. His free hand found her side. "That you've been doing enough glaring today."

And he was perfectly content to try to manhandle her onto her front.

[okteiviakom]

And Octavia was perfectly content to squirm like hell to make it as annoying as possible for him to do. Funnily enough, it involved no use of her legs, which would've been her go-to in any actual escape situation.

And again, there seemed to be a direct line between her wrists and her center. Like the pressure in one spot could transform into the ghost of pressure in the other.

[my_own_advocate]

"Oh, struggle all you want," Lucifer said, his hand tightening on her wrists and his voice dipping low as he shoved her harder. "You're not getting anywhere."

That hand on her side had made it to her arse again, somehow, and squeezed almost as hard.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia couldn't help the small yelp that escaped her. And in her effort to squirm away from the squeeze, she ended up rolling the rest of the way onto her face.

It was not particularly comfortable.

And she welcomed that, much like the faint stinging of the now slightly reddening skin on her ass. The parts of her that rarely saw the sun were paler than the rest of her.

[my_own_advocate]

"Giving in?" Lucifer asked, settling back over her hips.

Thankfully, he still remembered how to put a condom on with one hand.

[okteiviakom]

"No," Octavia growled, half into the bedding that her cheek was smushed against. Knowing he wasn't going to budge was not going to stop her from trying to buck him off her hips. "Jok of."

It had a certain 'make me' quality to it.

[my_own_advocate]

"I was afraid so," Lucifer said with a sigh, sliding backwards until his hips pressed against her and his length slid between her cheeks.

He nuzzled the side of her neck - and then bit down again.

It wasn't far from the sensitive skin he'd-- visited-- earlier.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia hissed again, at the contrast between the nuzzle and the bite, overriding every other sensation for a moment. And then it all came rolling back again: the fingers wrapped firmly around her wrists, his cock pressing against her ass, his weight pressing her into the mattress, putting a muted sort of pressure near her clit.

She was shifting restlessly beneath him.

[my_own_advocate]

"Be still," Lucifer whispered.

His arm slid around her waist, lifting her chest an inch or so off the bed.

He shifted his hips. Slid in.

[okteiviakom]

See, Octavia could still take instruction. Because she complied with that one without even a noise of protest.

The low, ragged moan that followed as he filled her certainly didn't count as one, either.

[my_own_advocate]

No. That was beautiful.

He pushed her wrists harder into the mattress as his hips slipped back, and then snapped back into her with force. There'd be no slow start this time.

[okteiviakom]

Just how Octavia wanted it. She was keyed up enough for it, anyway: the quick thrust was a lot, of course, but it wasn't too much.

Enough for a louder moan, though, her trapped hands balling into fists.

[my_own_advocate]

"Guess I did make you, hmm," Lucifer murmured in her ear.

He set a harsh rhythm, rocking her towards the mattress with every thrust.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia groaned, her hands trying to find purchase with each other since there was nothing else she could do. He had her hands as good as bound, and the rest of her was stuck between his body and the bed. She was trapped.

(And it was the safest she'd felt in... a while.)

"This," she gasped, "your -- worst?"

The taunt would've sounded more convincing if the breathy, halting quality of her voice hadn't also sounded like she was about two thrusts from unraveling. Maybe less. Every thrust was bumping her against the mattress in a very good way.