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]

"Oh," Octavia murmured, after a short pause. Softly taken aback. "I guess we weren't talking about perspectives anymore."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer chuckled. "Sorry," he said. "I was thinking about tattoos again."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's snort was predictably soft, in these circumstances.

"I got it now," she assured him quietly. "Sorry I was slow."

[my_own_advocate]

"How dare you."

[okteiviakom]

"Sorry." That sounded less sincere, by a lot. "How will I ever make it up to you?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Kiss me?" Lucifer said brightly.

[okteiviakom]

"Easy."

Was that a comment on the level of difficulty of this task, an admonishment, or an insult?

Didn't matter, she was kissing him now.

[my_own_advocate]

And that was really the only thing that mattered.