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]

"Well, angelic healing is still a factor," Lucifer said, propping himself up more as he watched her move.

[okteiviakom]

"Like I said," Octavia rasped, "too bad."

She didn't go far, for now. Just moved to where she could kneel on the bed next to him. She sat back on her heels as she took a slow look down his body.

Because she could.

[my_own_advocate]

He was still very hard.

He sucked in another noisy breath. A jokey remark came to him, but Lucifer - wisely, he felt - kept silent.

[okteiviakom]

That was exactly where Octavia's eyes were drawn to, yes.

"You enjoyed that." Oh, the low rasp was back, in all its predatory glory. "Not getting to do anything. Not getting to be much more than a toy."

[my_own_advocate]

"To you," Lucifer said. Inhale. "A toy to you." Exhale. "Yes."

[okteiviakom]

"Mmhmm." Her gaze finally flicked up to his face again. "That's what makes you so good."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer managed a hoarse chuckle.

"And how would you use me next?" he asked.

[okteiviakom]

"I'm deciding."

Was there any need for her running one hand up her body, over her stomach, and to the curve of one breast?

Of course there was: the need to torment him.

"Might just ignore you. Make you watch, instead."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer tried not to swallow too obviously. He failed.

He always enjoyed getting a good look at her cleavage, obviously, but it felt a bit more-- important, now. All those curves...

"You'd rather take a hand to yourself?"

[okteiviakom]

"Might not be a hand."

As nice as the one cupping her mesh-covered breast right now was.

[my_own_advocate]

Oh.

Oh, well, hello, curiosity peaked.

"Oh?" Lucifer inquired.

Still staring at her hand on her breast.

[okteiviakom]

Understandable. The pattern of the bodysuit complimented her curves, for one thing.

The hand was doing some gentle kneading, and finding her nipple through the thin fabric, for another.

"'Oh', what?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Merely wondering if you were planning to expand on that," Lucifer said.

Utterly distracted, and biting down on his bottom lip.

[okteiviakom]

"No."

What she would do, though, was pinch that nipple a little, and hum a pleased noise in her throat.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer made a soft little noise in his throat that wasn't quite an acknowledgement of that statement.

He wanted to touch her all over.

He wanted to touch her there, specifically.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia looked amused, but it was a little on the sharp side.

"I think I know what you're thinking."

It didn't take a genius. Not when she was still playing with her breast.

[my_own_advocate]

"You likely do," Lucifer agreed.

After the past two days, this really did feel just on the edge of cruel.

[okteiviakom]

The home stretch was always the worst part.

(At least when Octavia was involved.)

She smiled at him like she knew it. All shark.

[my_own_advocate]

The easy smile on Lucifer's face in return said that she hadn't broken him yet. "I missed those," he said.

Duke's were not nearly as impressive.

[okteiviakom]

"Good. Keep missing them, then."

Her hand fell away again, right before she was leaning towards the nightstand, where she'd conveniently left a drawer open.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer sucked in a breath, following her lean with his gaze.

She really was a work of art.

(What was she getting?)

[okteiviakom]

The lube, for a start, which she tossed carelessly onto the bed.

After that, though, she paused and tilted her head, seemingly to ponder her options.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer sank back into the mattress, legs outstretched. He looked remarkably casual for a man with a hard-on that sizable.

"Penny for your thoughts?"

[okteiviakom]

Octavia glanced over, with a pointed (but slow) look down his naked body.

"It doesn't look like you have a penny stashed anywhere."

[my_own_advocate]

"No, I'm rather underdressed," Lucifer allowed, "Unlike you."