my_own_advocate | 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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my_own_advocate

Lucifer had the grace to look faintly embarrassed. "I merely meant convincing you to stay on this boat," he said, "I assure you."

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okteiviakom

"I know," Octavia said, turning to take her plate to the table. "Just use those words instead."

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my_own_advocate

"Next time," Lucifer promised, trailing after her. "I like that robe on you. You should keep it."

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okteiviakom

Octavia set the plate down first, then took a seat. Left enough room next to her free.

"But then it wouldn't be yours anymore."

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my_own_advocate

"Ah," Lucifer said, sitting down there for the second time that afternoon. "So that's the draw, is it."

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okteiviakom

"That's the draw," Octavia replied, finally looking up at him again. "If it's not yours, it's just a robe that's too big on me."

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my_own_advocate

"Well, I do like you in my robe," Lucifer said, mouth curving. "I'll have to make sure I wear it enough."

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okteiviakom

"Good," Octavia replied, simply.

And leaned up to press a kiss to his cheek.

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my_own_advocate

Lucifer let out a soft breath.

"I have this... terribly dumb mental image," he said.

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okteiviakom

Octavia pressed another idle kiss against his shoulder, looking up.

"Of what?"

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my_own_advocate

He'd already sort of given Duke a more acceptable version of this scenario earlier.

"Of all three of us sitting on the floor," Lucifer said, "Naked, on some nice blankets, watching TV."

Like the nest, but better.

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okteiviakom

"That is not dumb," Octavia murmured, hiding the curving of her lips against his shoulder. "Well, maybe with lounging instead of sitting."

There was something teasing about that.

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my_own_advocate

"I can do lounging," Lucifer murmured, "That sounds more civilized."

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okteiviakom

"It sounds more comfortable," Octavia murmured.

She felt like taking his hand, all of a sudden, so she did.

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my_own_advocate

Lucifer let her, working his fingers through hers. "It does," he said, "And frankly I'd prefer you sprawling all over me."

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okteiviakom

"That can be arranged," Octavia told him, oh so helpfully. Voice full of promise.

She remembered their nest days. How that had seemed to keep them together after they'd broken apart. Doing it without that extra stress, and with Duke, well... It sounded really good to her.

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my_own_advocate

Lucifer laughed softly. "Good," he said. "Eat your grilled cheese."

He kissed her cheek.

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okteiviakom

"Bossy," Octavia chided idly.

She reached for the grilled cheese in question with her free hand, though.

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my_own_advocate

"You need someone bossing you around every now and again," Lucifer teased gently, hoping he wouldn't hit earlier triggers. "And we both know Duke won't."

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okteiviakom

Octavia snorted. It was probably a good sign. "Eating's like the one thing he would get pushy about."

Though thankfully he hadn't had to, for a while.