Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Night

[my_own_advocate]

Not sleeping with Octavia for two days had seemed like a tolerable proposition after the initial suggestion of five entire days (oh lord). In practice, though, it was its own form of Hell.

So there had definitely been a bit of fumbling with the keys (and the take-out). And a bit of... rushing through the food part.

"We certainly ordered too much rice," he said, only halfway through his pad thai (sigh). "Who knew such a thing was possible."

[[ for her, and doomed to go nsfw ]]

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[okteiviakom]

Octavia's hand met his, and guided it to her thigh - and onto leather, and mesh. Probably didn't take much guessing to figure out she was wearing the bodysuit, with the harness for her thighs on top.

She'd already fastened the part holding it together at her waist, but the straps around her legs were still mostly open.

And that was where she'd brought his hand.

"Get to work."

[my_own_advocate]

"May I open my eyes?" Lucifer asked, as his fingers fumbled and found the first metal clasp and clicked it firmly into place.

[okteiviakom]

"Not yet."

She was willing to bend on that if it started looking like it was too hard. Just not immediately.

[my_own_advocate]

"All right."

Lucifer did have some experience with this, and. Well. If he touched a bit much of her skin on the way up to the next clasp... she wouldn't be upset, would she?

He closed and tightened it.

[okteiviakom]

Well, he was touching Octavia's leg, not so much her skin, which was all covered up with the thinnest fabric she could ever remember wearing, apart from a strip right at the top of her inner thigh.

... But no, she wouldn't be upset. A little too busy watching him, and feeling his familiar touch made unfamiliar through the fabric.

"You know how this goes," she rasped, quietly. "I decide what you feel. See. Taste. Everything."

[my_own_advocate]

"And I will ask before I do anything," Lucifer promised, quiet. His fingers went skimming around her skin, searching for the next clasp-- there, on the other side.

Each clasp closed with a noise that sounded-- oddly satisfying to his ears.

[okteiviakom]

"Good," Octavia said.

If that sounded a little distracted... Well, she was watching him be compliant and quiet, on his knees, and that did things to -- several parts of her, honestly.

[my_own_advocate]

Good. That was the idea.

He found the last clasp by her leg. He took his time, being careful as he closed it. Pulled on the strap.

"Good?" he asked softly.

[okteiviakom]

"Good," Octavia replied. Her hand brushed over his forehead, into his hair, saying the same thing.

Then her fingers brushed their way down again, under his jaw, to tilt his face up towards her.

"You can open your eyes now."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer's eyes fluttered open slowly, his gaze in-- whatever direction she had just tilted it to be.

Her face, then.

He sucked in an audible breath.

[okteiviakom]

Around her face, Octavia's hair had fallen whichever way it had wanted to when she'd changed clothes.

And below her face, yes, she was wearing the bodysuit. And on top of it, up top, the harness that went across the top of her chest and down her arms, all fixed into place like the straps around her legs were now, too.

Holding her in, holding her together.

And she was watching his face.

[my_own_advocate]

"Oh," Lucifer said, without realizing it.

He swallowed.

She was incredible. (Every way he'd pictured it, and then some.)

[okteiviakom]

That much was obvious.

But Octavia asked anyway, low and raspy:

"Do you like what you see?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes," Lucifer breathed. "Yes."

[okteiviakom]

"Good," Octavia said once more.

And then stepped back again, her hand leaving his chin.

"Now get up."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer pushed down a sudden, unbidden mental image of her in that whole get-up riding him - it was difficult - as he rose to his feet.

Whatever she might have felt downstairs, it was now showing in his trousers. Oh well.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia wasn't subtle about looking, either. Oh, no, she let her gaze sweep down his body and then linger on the evidence that all of this was getting to him.

That she was getting to him.

(That never got old, either.)

She didn't bother flicking her eyes back up to his face even as she said, simply, "Strip."

[my_own_advocate]

"As you wish." Don't mind the little hitch in his breath as Lucifer's fingers moved up to push his jacket off his shoulders.

Then unbuttoned each of his shirt buttons, one by one.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia just watched him. Taking pleasure in the details, his posture, his fingers moving over the buttons.

All of it beautiful.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer made sure not to go too fast, too eager, even though he felt like it. This wasn't for him.

Finally he let his shirt fall to the foor. Removed his shoes with a few easy movements, and then unbuttoned his trousers.

He took a moment pushing them down his legs, then stepped out of them. He was hard, and made no effort to hide it or call attention to it.

[okteiviakom]

That was beautiful, too.

Octavia wanted to touch him. But that didn't really go with the plans she had, faint and changeable though they were. So... She just let her gaze linger for a moment longer.

Then inclined her head towards the bed. "Now get on your back."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer felt a sudden and almost irresistible urge to kiss her, in all her powerful glory. But he resisted, his gaze straying past her mouth for just a moment before he acquiesced, sitting down on the mattress before he slid backwards, onto his back, his eyes on the ceiling.

(Part of him was already looking forward to holding her afterwards, and he didn't know how to feel about it.)

[okteiviakom]

"Now," Octavia rasped, following him to the bed, getting just one knee on the edge of it for now, "will you be able to keep your hands to yourself without anything to help you?"

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer blew out a breath. "I think I can manage."

Well. Hoped.

[okteiviakom]

"Well, you can guess what will happen if you won't."

The other knee ended up on the bed, too.

(The straps pressed against her as she moved. She'd missed it.)