Lucifer's Loft, Los Angeles, Saturday

[my_own_advocate]

Yesterday had been a still being played out day full of musical numbers and Dad and a woman murdering her judgemental referee husband for entirely understandable reasons. Lucifer had gone to bed entirely wiped, tired, too exhausted to remember he shouldn't be naked with Duke and Octavia.

He was still in that bed, sleeping more comfortably than he had in a week.

Unaware of the man hovering by the edge of the bed with a large tray full of breakfast foods in his hands.

[[ for those two and once again taken from Lucifer 5x10! ]]

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Re: The Loft, After Dad's Departure

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer kissed her. How could he not?

It didn't last long.

"Can't go home yet," he mumbled as he broke away, "But I think I'd like to go to bed now."

(To cling to them while he still let himself.)

Re: The Loft, After Dad's Departure

[betterthanaplan]

"Bed," Duke agreed. "Want us to bring the food along? Or we can save it for the morning."

Re: The Loft, After Dad's Departure

[okteiviakom]

"I brought cake," Octavia muttered, somewhere by Lucifer's cheek.

She hadn't meant to take credit. Had wanted it to seem like the cake had just happened.

Re: The Loft, After Dad's Departure

[my_own_advocate]

"I like cake," Lucifer mumbled.

He brushed her hair aside and kissed her forehead.

"Let's bring the food and deal with everything else tomorrow," he said. "Please."

Let him pretend with what felt like the only real thing he had.

Re: The Loft, After Dad's Departure

[betterthanaplan]

"Good." Duke gave him an extra squeeze, then slowly pulled away, letting his hand linger on Lucifer as long as possible even as he started gathering up the dinner bags again. "We'll have dinner and cake in bed. Anything else will happen when it happens."

Re: The Loft, After Dad's Departure

[okteiviakom]

Octavia had been slower about joining them, and now she was slower to pull away, too.

But at least it freed up her hands for wiping at her eyes, when she did.

Re: The Loft, After Dad's Departure

[my_own_advocate]

Everything was okay. Right now. He could let himself believe that.

Lucifer's hand wound up on her wrist, and the other on Duke's hip, and as soon as the bags were gathered he trailed as closely to the bedroom as they let him without removing his hands.

Re: The Loft, After Dad's Departure

[okteiviakom]

As closely as they let him? Octavia would have let him carry her if he'd tried. Hell, might even have tried to carry him.

Yes, he could be as close as he wanted to.

And once they got all their food settled on the bed, and themselves, Octavia was going right back to crowding his space.

When you gave her a chance, she took it.

Re: The Loft, After Dad's Departure

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer wrapped his arms around her, letting her take that chance. He snuggled back into Duke (and thought about the look on Father's face) and stopped moving.

He could eat food. At some point. For now he'd linger on the comfort of their bodies until the daze left him. Whenever it did.