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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[my_own_advocate]

"Fair enough," Lucifer said, putting his chopsticks down. "In that case, I think I'm done."

[okteiviakom]

"Of course you are," Octavia told him.

And kept eating.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer got up and busied himself with cleaning up the take-out containers and putting things in the fridge and he was just really busy at the moment all right?

[okteiviakom]

Octavia watched him puttering about, half amused, half just deeply fond.

"This is just a preview," she rasped, after a moment.

[my_own_advocate]

"I'm aware, I'm just-- clearing things off for the moment, that's all."

Uh huh.

[okteiviakom]

"Right."

Did that sound smug? Sorry. (She wasn't sorry.)

[my_own_advocate]

It had been two days. Two days of her being extremely attractive. "How's the food?" Lucifer called, sticking his head in the fridge.

[okteiviakom]

"It's very tasty."

Hence why she was savoring it.

It was not at all about torturing him further.

[my_own_advocate]

"Well, I know how you feel about Thai food," Lucifer said, closing the fridge as he straightened up.

[okteiviakom]

"That it's the best?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Especially the mango fried rice," Lucifer agreed. He nearly walked back to the table, then... paused, and leaned back against the kitchen counter instead.

[okteiviakom]

"I like pad thai, too," Octavia offered, still watching him.

Still faintly smirking as she popped another bite into her mouth.

[my_own_advocate]

"I'm aware, hence the order," Lucifer said.

He was fine with the current situation. Not at all watching her mouth.

[okteiviakom]

Of course not.

Much like Octavia's expression wasn't getting more smug by the second. "Mm-hmm."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer sighed.

He made a sort of jerky movement to the right and grabbed a hold of a bottle of scotch sitting around in the open.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia held off for a moment longer, just casually enjoying her meal.

Then, she finally set her chopsticks down. And gathered all her things to put away - but definitely not in any kind of a rush.

[my_own_advocate]

She wasn't wearing anything visibly sexy, and yet Lucifer's eyes were on her the entire time.

He sipped from the bottle. Slowly. And tugged his collar loose.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia was meticulous about putting everything away. She didn't want to leave a mess in the kitchen, now did she?

Definitely found her way over to lean too close to him at one point, though. Sorry, there was just something that needed to be on the counter.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer turned his head and leaned in juuust enough to get a whiff of her scent, at least. "Almost done?" he asked, voice low.

It took effort not to just tug her into him.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia put the last thing away with slow, exaggerated precision, and then --

Did not step away. Just smirked up at him.

"All done."

[my_own_advocate]

"Good," Lucifer breathed, in a tone that may as well have voiced thank God, and leaned in to kiss her.

[okteiviakom]

Not only did Octavia lean up to meet him, she also tugged him in closer, putting herself between him and the counter.

Hello, Lucifer.

[my_own_advocate]

Hello, Octavia.

His enthusiasm, repressed as it had been for some time, was readily obvious against her as he slid his hand into her hair and kissed her thoroughly. Lucifer pressed her further into the counter, and, mmm.

He'd missed those curves.

[okteiviakom]

The curves were very happy that he was getting reacquainted with them now.

Octavia made a pleased noise in the back of her throat as she slid her arms over his shoulders.

[my_own_advocate]

"May I carry you upstairs?" Lucifer murmured against her mouth, before kissing her again.

What? You didn't think he'd be wasting any more time to get them to-- their-- space, did you?