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]

After the last while? Octavia was done being that unfair for at least a bit, here.

"I'm glad."

That sounded very sincere, and therefore - in Octavia's ears - vulnerable.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer pressed a few soft kisses against her jaw. "You did rough me up a bit," he said, mostly teasing. "But the look on your face..."

[okteiviakom]

"You're the only one I can."

Oh.

That came out a little honest, too.

[my_own_advocate]

"I'm glad I can be," Lucifer said softly.

His fingers slid over the leather on her arms.

Undid one clasp.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia exhaled a sigh.

It came out a little more halting than she'd expected.

[my_own_advocate]

"Octavia?" Lucifer asked softly, even as he unclasped the next one.

[okteiviakom]

"Hm?"

And that sounded very small.

[my_own_advocate]

"Talk to me," Lucifer said softly.

[okteiviakom]

'About what?' would probably not really fly as a response. And beyond that first kneejerk impulse, it wasn't really one Octavia even wanted to reach for.

"That was... good," she murmured. "Like, really good. Letting you --"

Suffer?

She wasn't sure she wanted to say that.

[my_own_advocate]

"Letting me what?" Lucifer murmured.

The last clasp. At least for that arm.

[okteiviakom]

"Beg."

That was a good compromise.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer huffed softly. "Yes, you did seem to enjoy yourself with that," he said. "As well as with refusing me."

[okteiviakom]

"Sometimes power means refusing," Octavia muttered, shrugging the now-open side of the harness off her arm.

Because that was what it was really all about, wasn't it?

Power.

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes."

Lucifer's hand slid to her other arm and resumed opening the clasps. "You were quite beautiful throughout all that."

[okteiviakom]

"It doesn't feel like that," Octavia replied, softer again.

[my_own_advocate]

"How does it feel?" Lucifer asked quietly.

Click.

[okteiviakom]

"Like a darker thing."

She hesitated.

"But right. Somehow."

[my_own_advocate]

And the last one came loose. "Like it's what you need?" Lucifer asked. "Or what you deserve?"

[okteiviakom]

Octavia had been ready to answer after the first question, complete with a soft inhale before speaking, but the other one... She fell silet for a little moment.

And then just said, "Need."

She had a whole other category of things they did that she felt she deserved.

(At least when she wasn't caught up in the moment.)

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer kissed her temple, soft and fond. "Then I'll repeat myself," he murmured. "I'm glad I can give you that."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia tried hugging him closer.

"You trust me," she said quietly. It wasn't a question: she was almost painfully aware of how much none of this was possible without that.

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes," Lucifer said, without a hint of hesitation. "And you always prove me right to."

[okteiviakom]

"I love you," Octavia murmured. "And I always only want the best for you."

She nuzzled at his neck.

"In the end."

[my_own_advocate]

"The feeling is mutual," Lucifer said, his hand straying onto her leg. "We've had a few of these by now, dear Octavia mine. I know who you are with me, even at your darkest."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia shifted. She really needed to be face to face with him right now, pressing her forehead gently to his.

"There's a part of me that... wants to make you really uncomfortable."

That was one way to put it. Not that it mattered, because he already knew.