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]

"Not quite what I'd had in mind," Lucifer said, giving her the space to peel. "Though I assume it was pretty."

[okteiviakom]

"It was from my angle."

One arm out of the suit. Then the other.

[my_own_advocate]

"Which is all that really mattered," Lucifer said. "How did it feel?"

Ah, there was all that pretty skin of hers.

[okteiviakom]

And even more of it coming back into view now that she was sliding the fabric down her body, bunching it up at her waist.

"Good." Well, no point pretending it hadn't been worthy of that emphasis. "I mean, it loses a lot of what makes it good when you actually get to decide what you're doing, but it gains... a lot of something else."

[my_own_advocate]

"Like getting to decide you want to ride my face with impunity?" Lucifer offered.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia nodded.

"Like taking."

There was an awkward shimmy and a squirm as she pushed the bunched-up suit down over her hips. Probably should've gotten up to do this, but, too late now.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer laughed. There was something disarming about this, her struggling to get out of that uniform after all that confidence and power earlier. "And take you did."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia wrinkled her nose. "Are you laughing at me?"

Tavi, you were currently kicking one leg up to peel the mesh off.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer grinned. "Absolutely," he said. "I'm admiring her ladyship Octavia, who ground herself against my face until she came, struggling with a piece of mesh fabric."

[okteiviakom]

"I'm not struggling."

She was a little bit, though. But she managed to pry the suit over one foot, so at least she was at the finish line.

[my_own_advocate]

"Aren't you?" Lucifer asked, amused as he sat back further with his arms crossed to watch her.

[okteiviakom]

"No."

The suit got caught around the heel of her foot.

[my_own_advocate]

"Mhm-hm."

Talk about an image that might have ruined their bout earlier.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia would never have allowed this to happen then.

And even now, she was relatively quick to yank the thing off her foot, and toss the entire suit aside.

"Careful, or I'll make you wear one of these."

[my_own_advocate]

"Oh, that one isn't sized properly for me, I'd only rip it," Lucifer said brightly.

He held his arms out. "Come on, then, oh elegant naked warrior."

[okteiviakom]

"Did you hear me say 'one of these', smartass?" Octavia drawled.

While crawling back into his arms because it was her rightful place.

[my_own_advocate]

"Did you?" Lucifer teased. He hugged her tight. "What about me says 'threatened by mesh fabrics', exactly?"

[okteiviakom]

"You'll learn."

She tried tucking her head under his chin.

[my_own_advocate]

"To be threatened by mesh fabrics? I doubt it," Lucifer said, lifting his head slightly to accomodate her.

[okteiviakom]

"Mmh."

What, she didn't have a proper argument to continue with.

[my_own_advocate]

"I'm honestly surprised you haven't tried to strap me up in leather before," Lucifer teased, smiling.

[okteiviakom]

"'Cause leather isn't for you."

Well. Only sparingly, anyway. That collar thing was still waiting for its moment to shine.

[my_own_advocate]

"Ah," Lucifer said. "Obviously."

[okteiviakom]

"Your suits are your armor," Octavia murmured.

[my_own_advocate]

"Hm?" Lucifer tilted his head ever-so-slightly.