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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[okteiviakom]

Octavia smirked a little. (Pleased, maybe.) "Maybe Duke's a muse, too."

And there went the last of the bread.

[my_own_advocate]

"Has your walk given you some time to meditate on what you'd like to do to him next?" Lucifer said, half-teasing, half-interested.

[okteiviakom]

"Do you think I went out and just thought about you two?"

[my_own_advocate]

"I assume we at least featured heavily," Lucifer said.

[okteiviakom]

"Well, he did." A beat. "While I was thinking about the maintenance I need to do on the Samsara."

But sure, she was never a brat.

[my_own_advocate]

But Lucifer was undeterred. "He is very attractive in his summer work clothes all covered in grease, I agree, but not quite the vibe we've been going for so far..."

[okteiviakom]

"Competence is attractive," Octavia replied, and shrugged as she licked the last crumbs off her fingers. "But no, I don't have a plan. I figure it'll come to me in the moment."

A beat.

"And then he'll come for me, in the moment."

[my_own_advocate]

"Mm, nice," Lucifer said.

He reached for her hand, curling his fingers around her wrist. "Missed some."

[okteiviakom]

"Did I?" Octavia asked, a subtle shade lower, now.

Her eyes didn't flick to her hand. They stayed on his face.

[my_own_advocate]

That was fine. Lucifer pulled her hand up towards his face. He leaned in just so, his lips pressing gently to the pad of her index finger.

[okteiviakom]

"Well that's not going to do anything," Octavia murmured.

Her attention rapt.

Her fingertip pressing a little more firmly against his lips.

[my_own_advocate]

"Isn't it?" Lucifer asked. "Hm."

His mouth brushed over her skin, slid gently to her middle finger, and kissed it.

[okteiviakom]

"It's not very thorough."

Why was her voice so soft?

[my_own_advocate]

"Suppose I should do better, then," Lucifer murmured.

He parted his lips.

[okteiviakom]

The way the tips of Octavia's index and middle fingers pressed past them was as gentle as it was... assertive.

Sometimes she had to.

[my_own_advocate]

He was hardly one to discourage her from being... assertive. Lucifer let them slip into his mouth with a soft noise and absolutely no resistance.

[okteiviakom]

Almost as if with a mind of its own, Octavia's other hand came up to caress his cheek. A gentle, slow movement. Her eyes stayed on his lips.

"Now suck," she told him, softly.

[my_own_advocate]

Yes, ma'am, said Lucifer's eyes.

He sucked. Nice and slow, his gaze set on her face.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's inhale was a little too slow to be considered a gasp, but it still managed to have something of that air about it.

She was just immediately thinking about this sensation on other body parts. And not even just hers.

"Good Devil," she murmured. "And don't forget your tongue."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer hummed around her fingers. (Was he glad he'd waited a moment before he'd gone for it? Oh yes.) He lapped at the bottom of her fingers, taking his time.

They had to be clean, after all.

[okteiviakom]

"You're in a compliant mood today," Octavia noted quietly, with just the slightest tilt of her head.

Like she was considering him, while she was still idly stroking his cheek with her other hand.

[my_own_advocate]

Did she expect him to say anything? Lucifer's hand strayed onto her thigh, but his mouth had much more important things to do.

Clearly.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia definitely didn't expect him to speak, no. Because...

"You're doing such a good job," she murmured, "that I'm gonna add a third. Open up."

[my_own_advocate]

The corners of Lucifer's mouth crinkled up ever-so-subtly. The effect was lost a moment later, as he slid his lips open a fraction further.

[okteiviakom]

And Octavia's slim ring finger joined the others.

She gave a low hum, watching him.