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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[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.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer let his eyes slide shut, wrapping his lips tight against her fingers, sucking in soft pulses.

Almost like he was thinking about something he'd been doing a few hours ago.

[okteiviakom]

Yeah, Octavia had some guesses to that effect. Her other hand slid down to the underside of his jaw, feeling its subtle movements while she felt his mouth work around her fingers.

When had her breathing gotten a little louder?

Or was it just in her head?

[my_own_advocate]

Definitely louder.

He held this for... another moment. Then his eyes opened and he moved back, just a little, letting most of her fingers slide out of his mouth.

[okteiviakom]

And Octavia pulled them back, slowly, the rest of the way. Smearing saliva over his bottom lip and a little bit on his chin along the way.

Her other hand stayed under his jaw, though. Didn't tip his chin this way or that way, but the suggestion of control was there.

Her expression, though on the soft side, was unreadable as she looked his face up and down.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer's mouth curved into a small smirk. He held in place, saying nothing.

Observing that unreadable expression.

[okteiviakom]

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."

[my_own_advocate]

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

But he rose to his feet all the same.

[okteiviakom]

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.

[my_own_advocate]

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.

[okteiviakom]

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.

[my_own_advocate]

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.