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]

"It's all just one piece," Octavia said, her gaze lingering on what little she could see of the lines. "I think I've told you before that it's... Lincoln designed it. And then I had it done here, in town, from memory."

Felt like a lifetime ago.

"We added a little to it on the Ground." Some of the lines that went to the back of her shoulder.

[my_own_advocate]

"You did tell me a bit," Lucifer admitted. "But I still like hearing about it. What did you add?"

[okteiviakom]

Octavia shifted a little, but soon found that showing him the back of her shoulder would mean pulling away from him, and, no thank you.

"Goes further back, now," she said, instead. "And some of the other lines are longer. We just... we made it look more like what he'd wanted it to be."

[my_own_advocate]

"Did he explain to you what the design meant?" Lucifer asked, his fingers trailing down her shoulder.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia nodded, something soft about the movement.

No further explanation seemed to be forthcoming, though.

[my_own_advocate]

"Do you want to tell me?" Lucifer asked. "Or would you rather keep the secret?

[okteiviakom]

"It's personal," Octavia replied, soft and almost apologetic - and feeling a little surprised by it, herself.

There didn't seem to be a whole lot she held back from him, these days.

[my_own_advocate]

"All right," Lucifer said easily.

He leaned down and brushed his lips against her shoulder.

[okteiviakom]

"He was good," Octavia murmured.

She sounded a little helpless. Young.

[my_own_advocate]

"I wouldn't expect any less of your first love," Lucifer murmured.

[okteiviakom]

"I think he was one of the first times I ever felt lucky."

As much as she'd had any time at all to actually name her feelings, back then.

[my_own_advocate]

"I'm sorry it took that long," Lucifer said.

[okteiviakom]

"That's just how my life goes," Octavia murmured.

How it used to go, anyway.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer let out a soft huff. "Suppose I suffered the same."

[okteiviakom]

"On a much larger scale," Octavia agreed. "Timewise, anyway."

[my_own_advocate]

"Well, we also have different perspectives on that," Lucifer allowed.

[okteiviakom]

"That's what I was trying to say."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer hummed softly in the back of his throat.

He kissed her shoulder again.

"I still like mine best," he teased.

[okteiviakom]

"And no one's trying to take that from you," Octavia murmured, trying to press a kiss to his temple.

[my_own_advocate]

"You literally put it on your skin," Lucifer said softly, leaning into her. "Removing that would take considerable effort."

[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?"