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The Cape Rouge, Saturday Afternoon

It had been a glorious week free of drama (bar what Eric predictably brought to the table), and they were capping it off with an even more glorious weekend of nudity, scarves, a light pirate 'abduction', and, well. .

A nap here and there, at least if you were Lucifer; he hadn't exactly been keeping track of where anyone else had been while he was out. Had to keep his strength up.

Which was why he was in the kitchen late into the afternoon, still naked. "First batch of grilled cheese is almost ready!" he called, flipping one sandwich with a practiced motion. Hey, if you were impervious to boiling butter, you made the most of it, no?

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Octavia's thumb brushed over one corner of his mouth, like she was brushing that smirk away.

Then she leaned in, and pressed a kiss against the other corner.

And then she pulled back, and so did her hand. "Get up."

Lucifer's head tilted just so. Recognition, perhaps, or merely registering.

But he rose to his feet all the same.

Octavia took a moment to just look at him, in all his tall, muscular, beautiful glory.

Then she, too, got up. And put her hand up on his shoulder, turning him towards the bedroom.

Lucifer's answering breath sounded almost like a laugh, but not quite, as if he was afraid to break the spell.

He turned towards the bedroom, as instructed, and began to walk.

Octavia's hand fell away after the first step. He knew how to get to the bedroom, and so she just followed.

Once they were there, she closed the door behind them.

Lucifer wondered if they should call on Duke to get in here already, or... he should wait.

The answer to that, he supposed, was waiting for Octavia to speak again. So he stopped by the foot of the bed and turned around, but that was all.

Octavia was working on instinct here, trying not to think about anything too much, so...

So, she hadn't thought that far ahead.

She gave him another long look all down his body. And only spoke again once her eyes flicked back up to his face. "Knees."

Lucifer inclined his head in something like a bow. Then, in one fluid, practiced motion, he sank to his knees on the floor.

He looked up at her.

Maybe that shouldn't have made Octavia's heart flutter, but it did. They were both repressing big things right now, and yet a weird sense of relief came bubbling through.

She'd taken a knee in front of him last week, but it didn't change this.

She hadn't planned to step closer, but she had to, because she had to cradle his face with both hands, looking down at him. And she had to tell him, "Beautiful."

Oh.

The next breath that worked its way out of Lucifer's body was a shudder.

He couldn't look away.

"Likewise," he managed, sounding small and awed.

Somehow that just made him more beautiful.

Octavia's thumbs brushed gently against his cheeks as she just -- looked in his eyes.

She was incredible.

Lucifer was also certain she could see just about anything on his face.

(Mostly, how incredible he thought she was.)

Octavia definitely saw something in his face. She exhaled a breath, and looked at him like the feeling was mutual.

Because it was.

One of her hands trailed down to his jaw again.

Lucifer let out a jagged breath of his own.

His hands slid under the robe and settled on her knees.

Octavia glanced down at his hands as they moved, as they disappeared under his clothes on her, but didn't say anything about it.

"You're amazing," she told him quietly as her gaze returned to his face. Her fingertips tilted his chin up by a fraction more, and they were gentle about it. "And it's like you're just... starting to bloom."

"Am I, now?" Lucifer said, a hint of amusement, more than that of actual curiosity.

Duke was going to walk in on this and have no idea what was going on.

"Don't talk," Octavia replied, with a little tilt of her head, her voice soft with just a stern undertone. "But yes, you are."

Lucifer said nothing. Did nothing.

She'd been clear.

Good Devil.

Octavia's fingertips rubbed at his jaw. Her other hand carded its way through his hair. Soothing, slow motions.

"It's kind of like you see some of the parts of you now," she murmured, "that we always did. You're not incapable of anything. And you are worthy."

A breath.

"You always were."

Oh. Oh.

Lucifer made a soft noise. Something wet. He tilted his head, leaning into her touch.

It was comforting.

Octavia's touch grew firmer, at that. She knew that impulse well, knew the comfort, and wanted to give it to him.

"It's... amazing," she said. Her own eyes seemed to have a little more of a sheen to them now. "It feels like you're -- finally here. All of you. I never minded when you weren't. That you didn't believe us, because that didn't make it any less true, but..."

But.

A shuddery exhale, and she shook her head. "You get brighter by the day."

...the light bringer, so full of light, it blinds even you sometimes...

Lucifer glanced down at the floor. His fingers slid up along her hips, and they settled there, anchored.

The hand that had been at his jaw brushed over his cheek again. She splayed her fingers there.

"Our lives are better because you're in them. Every day."

Duke had been giving them some space, taking some time in the sauna, enjoying his muscles unknotting. He wandered into the bedroom now, combing his hair out with his fingers, and stopped in the doorway to take in the tableau.

"It's true," he said, having caught the tail end of her statement. "Every day."

Lucifer supposed he should be surprised. Startled. Perhaps he should recoil and hide all this... vulnerability Octavia had tricked out of him.

He looked past her, at Duke's face, knowing that small, red-eyed, open feeling was still written all over his face.

After a moment, he slid his arms around Octavia's waist, fingers making an awkward 'it's fine, come in' motion behind her back, and buried his face against her stomach.

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