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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 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.

That was the first moment Octavia felt sorry about wearing the robe: it should have been skin to skin. But obviously she wasn't going to shoo Lucifer away to take it off now.

Both of her hands slid through his hair as she glanced at Duke.

"I've been telling him how beautiful he is," she said, softly. "And how worthy."

"Good," Duke said. He pushed away from the door frame to come crouch beside Lucifer, uncasted hand coming to rest on the back of his neck. "I don't think he gets to hear that enough."

Lucifer wanted rather badly to make a wisecrack, to ward off feeling so exposed. But Octavia had told him not to speak, and that seemed important right now.

The exposure was inescapable.

He turned his head until his cheek pressed snugly into the fabric of Octavia's robe. And... stretched out one arm, to draw Duke in.

Perhaps he could let them fill up a few gaps in him, here and there. Perhaps that would be all right.

Octavia left one hand cradling the back of Lucifer's head. The other pulled back for the moment, waiting for Duke to move further in.

"Agreed," she murmured, to Duke. "And especially after this past week, he deserves to."

Duke could see how major this was for Lucifer. How hard he was working not to pull away, emotionally.

He let him gather him in, and leaned in to press a gentle kiss to his temple.

“We are so. Proud of you.”

Lucifer buried his face in Duke's neck and hugged them both closer.

He cried on Duke, especially, entirely too much lately. But at least this time, it wasn't out of pain.

Octavia settled her other hand at the back of Duke's neck.

"We are," she agreed. "And there's no one else like you for us."

Duke didn't say it was okay. Or anything else, just now. He just hung onto Lucifer and leaned his head against Octavia's leg, and waited for Lucifer to calm.

It took time, and a few harsh, loud breaths. They'd said some of this to him before, Lucifer knew that. It had become less easy to deflect of late, and yet that was still his first instinct.

But he didn't want to ward himself off. He just wanted to be with them.

"I love you so much," he whispered, voice rough. He wasn't even sure whose limb he turned and pressed his face into - bar that it wasn't a hard cast under his skin. It didn't matter.

The sound of his voice squeezed at Octavia's heart. But in a good way.

A really, really good way.

"We know," she replied, her voice a little strangled in its own right.

Duke's eyes weren't exactly dry either.

"We love you, too. So much."

Lucifer's eyes were closed, but he turned his head to press a kiss-- to Duke's cheek, not far from his mouth. Then to Octavia's leg, just over the fabric of that robe. "I," he mumbled.

"Yeah?" Octavia murmured, prompting him very gently. Petting his hair.

Duke rubbed Lucifer’s back and waited.

"..."

Lucifer looked at the floor.

"Can we get on the bed, please?" he asked.

"Yeah," Octavia murmured, like a promise, like permission, her hand sliding out of Lucifer's hair, onto his shoulder. "Get up."

That was soft, too.

Duke shifted in his crouch, pulling away just enough to start slowly standing up himself.

Lucifer watched him stand up first before he moved. He didn't know why. It just seemed-- right. Once Duke stood, Lucifer scooted back, until he was sitting down on the bed.

And then further back, until he hit the pillows, motioning for the two of them.

Yes, he was absolutely hogging the middle spot this time.

He was unlikely to face any objection for that.

Octavia chose her side based on leaving Duke the one that would give him less trouble with his cast. She crawled in, and didn't hesitate about curling up against Lucifer's side.

Duke appreciated that, though he was thoroughly wishing he didn't have to worry about that cast at all right now. It was neither sexy nor comforting, and right now he really wanted to be both.

Ah well. He could work around it. He climbed in on the other side of Lucifer, fitting himself up against his other side, uncasted hand coming up to tug Lucifer's head gently to Duke's shoulder.

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