The Cape Rouge, Saturday Afternoon

[my_own_advocate]

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?

[[ for those on the boat. ]]

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[betterthanaplan]

"Yes," Duke agreed happily. "It really was."

He reached for the plate with his casted hand, and Lucifer's waist with the other one.

"Anyway, I'm your prisoner. Prisoners don't do the cooking."

[my_own_advocate]

"Depends on how long and why they're imprisoned," Lucifer said, as he sank down in the seat next to Duke.

Theatrically.

[betterthanaplan]

"I guess," Duke said. "But if you were planning to make me a slave, you probably should be ordering me around a lot more."

[my_own_advocate]

"Mm, were the naked orders not quite enough?" Lucifer leaned into his good arm with a smirk.

[betterthanaplan]

"When it comes to you and me and being naked," Duke said, leaning in to kiss Lucifer's shoulder. "There can always be more."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer laughed softly, his mouth refusing any other expression than a smile afterwards. "I was thinking we could all cosy up in here and watch some ridiculous television later," he said. "As naked as possible. Pretty as that robe is on our Octavia."

[betterthanaplan]

"Sounds amazing," Duke said, leaving his head against Lucifer's shoulder, even as he set down the plate. "I told her she looked like a present waiting to be unwrapped."

[my_own_advocate]

"She does, doesn't she," Lucifer mused. "Perhaps our prisoner can unwrap it for me later."

[betterthanaplan]

Duke laughed, sitting up to drape both arms over Lucifer's shoulders. "You, sir, come up with the absolute best plans."

[my_own_advocate]

"I've been told," Lucifer preened, grinning wider.

He pressed a kiss against Duke's mouth. "This is-- so much better."

[betterthanaplan]

Duke didn't bother to ask what he meant. He knew what he meant, and he agreed wholeheartedly.

He kissed back, slow and thorough, enjoying Lucifer's mouth and the familiar gentle bob and sway of the Rouge at port.

He would happily live in this afternoon forever, if given the option.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer was still bloody smiling when the kiss broke.

He reached up, sliding his fingers along Duke's hairline, brushing some of it back behind his ear, and took a moment to just look.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke's own mouth hadn't stopped smiling, either.

He looked back, studying the shape of Lucifer's jaw and the line of his nose. He reached up to trace the pad of his thumb over the graceful arch of one of Lucifer's brows.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer let out a gentle huff.

Amusement? Maybe something softer.

Something good squeezed tight in his belly.

[betterthanaplan]

"Have I mentioned lately how gorgeous you are?" Had he ever? He got into the habit of not bringing it up casually with Octavia, but both his partners were just absolutely stunning.

[my_own_advocate]

"Not in the past few hours," Lucifer said.

He should be smirking, instead of smiling wider, but... well, clearly Duke had short-circuited several of his usual instincts. "But I forgive you."

[betterthanaplan]

"I'll try to do better from now on," Duke said. "This face demands worship."

That was maybe not the best word to use, given their recent adventures, but well. These things happen.

[my_own_advocate]

Luckily, he was speaking to Lucifer, repression king. “You did try your best a few hours ago.”

Dirty. So dirty.

[betterthanaplan]

"I did," Duke agreed. "That face." He ran his hands down Lucifer's shoulders. "That chest." And further down, past Lucifer's waist. "And, uh. That part especially."

[my_own_advocate]

"Mhmm." Lucifer wasn't watching his hands, oddly enough. Just the expression on his face, the motion of his eyes.

"Likewise," he said, in a voice that intimated there was more he wanted to say.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke's gaze had been following his eyes, but it flicked up fast at that tone, even as his hands (or, one hand and the other's fingers, the cast wouldn't feel nearly as nice as skin down there) stayed down where Lucifer's hips met his thighs.

"You know you can tell me anything, right?"

[my_own_advocate]

"I know," Lucifer said.

His mouth managed a different, smaller smile, somehow more intimate than the last.

"I really do know," he said. "And... I realize this past week has mostly been about screwing each other's brains out without pressure again, but..."

He let out a breath, searching for the words.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke didn’t interrupt. Didn’t try to guess for Lucifer what he wanted to say. He’d learned how to do that, over the last couple years with Octavia.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer's fingertips brushed over Duke's cheek again. "You know you're incredible, right?" he said softly. "You dragged me out of my own mess and never wavered."

[betterthanaplan]

Duke dropped his gaze for just a second, blushing faintly.

“Just paying it forward. I know how hard it was for me to wrap my head around the whole thing.”