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... nipped at his bottom lip like the menace she was.

If it was a little sharper in places, well, you try doing that while being carried up the stairs. No other reason, honest.

[my_own_advocate]

Hm-hm. Lucifer let out an appreciative gasp as he wrenched himself away from her biting mouth and focused on getting her upstairs as quickly as possible.

It was very, very important.

(Even if he knew he was giving up any and all control about whether he, ahem, got what he needed at the door. It didn't matter. Those circumstances were different.)

"Oh, I love you," he sighed, for no real reason, really, as he stepped through the doorway and kicked the door shut behind him without a second thought.

[okteiviakom]

The sound of the door sent a shiver down Octavia's spine.

"I know," she said, with that same low rasp from before. "Now put me down."

[my_own_advocate]

"Of course," Lucifer said. He lowered her with care, making sure her feet wound up right on the ground.

Wouldn't do to leave her laying down, after all.

[okteiviakom]

No, it wouldn't. But Octavia ended up on her feet, standing tall for someone of her stature. Slipping right into her role.

"Now kneel."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer dropped to his knees slowly, but deliberately, as if he'd been wired to do so.

He kept his eyes on her face.

[okteiviakom]

That never got old.

There was a sense of approval about the way she reached out with one hand, carding her fingers through his hair.

"Good Devil."

NFB for NSFW from here

[my_own_advocate]

"As you wished," Lucifer murmured, watching her, perfectly still.

[okteiviakom]

"You've been good these past couple of days," Octavia told him, her own head tilting just a little as her fingertips brushed down his temple. "Hasn't gone unnoticed."

[my_own_advocate]

"Thank you," Lucifer murmured, His eyes slid shut, finally, and he leaned ever so slightly into that touch.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's fingers traveled down his jaw, to his chin.

"But of course you'll still have to earn whatever rewards you might get tonight," she murmured, her voice low. "Keep your eyes closed."

[my_own_advocate]

Oh, he loved that tone of voice.

(Nevermind the gentle touch of her fingertips on his skin.)

"Of course," Lucifer breathed.

[okteiviakom]

The touch lingered. For a moment, the length of time in which Octavia could watch his face and think about how much they didn't need a blindfold.

It was so much better when he just did it because he was told.

And then her hand fell away, and she stepped back. Turned.

She had things to get.

[my_own_advocate]

He had a hunch she did.

But Lucifer remained still on the floor. There were games where he pushed back, and games where he didn't; this felt like the latter.

(Even if he badly wanted to get out of his clothes.)

[okteiviakom]

That time would come. But not yet.

There were the sounds of drawers opening, of fabric rustling quietly, of her feet against the floor.

She took her time.

[my_own_advocate]

And left his imagination to run wild. It had been two days, and, well.

Lucifer needed to make sure he properly remembered each curve of her body, the places her tattoos were etched into the skin. To picture the way she was moving about the room with all her certain efficiency...

[okteiviakom]

The noises got quieter after a moment. Just soft sounds of movement - and then the faint clink of small metal clasps.

And then, finally, her footsteps returning towards him.

"Hold out your hand."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer extended an arm without comment, holding his hand out towards her.

What had she found?

[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.