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]

"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?"

[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.