Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Night

[my_own_advocate]

Last week had gone a bit... off-plan. And while they'd tried - and largely succeeded - to clear the air right after, Lucifer still felt tonight's date night required a bit more time spent on the actual 'date' portion, rather than the therapeutic sexcapades.

"You know what we haven't gotten much use out of in here in some time?" Lucifer asked, as he set down his empty dessert bowl, "The living room."

Perhaps it was best to try the cuddling and talking before the heavy stuff, this time.

[[ may go nsfw, so for all your convenience: feel free to say Octavia and Lucifer had date night. nfb beyond that, for that girl. ]]

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[okteiviakom]

Octavia snickered, quietly, as she left the room.

Miraculously, she did still know the way into the living room, where she plopped herself onto a couch.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer returned a moment later, bearing two steaming hot mugs. He held one out for her. "I se eyou've managed to survive the journey."

[okteiviakom]

"Just about," Octavia quipped, like she wasn't a picture of relaxation with her feet pulled up onto the couch. (Okay, Octavia-style relaxation, anyway.) She reached out to take the mug. "Chof."

[my_own_advocate]

"You're welcome," Lucifer said, slipping into the space beside her, reaching to tug her against him.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia shifted and leaned into the tugging easily. Happily, even.

Complete with a little sigh.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer took a sip of his hot chocolate, and kissed her temple. "I feel as if we might have been rushing up the stairs a bit much, recently," he said, voice soft. "Not that there's anything wrong with that, but sometimes a good chat might be nice."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gave that a vague hum. She'd kind of figured something like that was coming, after last week, but some of her earlier ease sank away now.

She took a sip of her own before saying anything.

"What do you want to chat about?"

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer saw the tension in her return. He hugged her a little closer. "Like what we might want to explore today," he said, "And what you don't."

[okteiviakom]

"Right," Octavia muttered.

But let her head tip against his shoulder.

[my_own_advocate]

"'Right'," Lucifer echoed, amused. "Well, I suppose picking a hand is a start..."

[okteiviakom]

More muttering:

"I don't know what that's supposed to mean."

[my_own_advocate]

"Right or left," Lucifer said. He sighed. "Octavia, relax. It's merely me."

[okteiviakom]

"Oh."

Well, now she felt --

There was that little sliver of embarrassment again. Very faint, but still. Ugh.

"Sorry." Mutter. "Guess I'm just a little off."

[my_own_advocate]

"Which is the entire reason I wanted to talk," Lucifer said wryly. "But I'm happy to sit here and sip hot cocoa and talk about something else entirely, if you'd prefer."

[okteiviakom]

That sounded very tempting. Sadly, though, Octavia was self-aware enough to know her chances of relaxing back into anything else were slim.

She sighed. And straightened up a little so she could take another sip from her mug.

"Don't think that's gonna work."

[my_own_advocate]

"Then we should talk," Lucifer said softly. He pressed his tongue against his incisor as he took a moment to think. "Are you comfortable doing anything like we usually do, today?"

Might as well start with the basics.

[okteiviakom]

"I don't know," Octavia said. Her voice was mild. "But probably not."

All of those headspaces were delicate things.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer reached up and pushed her hair gently out of the way. "What are your thoughts?"

[okteiviakom]

Octavia looked over. "That I don't know if I feel like having sex at all, tonight."

There was an unease in her chest again.

[my_own_advocate]

"That's all right," Lucifer said, his fingers running through her hair again.

[okteiviakom]

"I know," Octavia replied, closing her eyes on instinct. "But I don't like feeling like this."

[my_own_advocate]

"What is it, exactly, that you're feeling?" Lucifer asked, voice still gentle.

[okteiviakom]

The urge to say 'I don't know' was high. But Octavia held that back and dug deeper than that.

"Uncertain."

Her distaste for it was clear in her tone.

[my_own_advocate]

"Because you don't know how you might react?" Lucifer asked.

[okteiviakom]

"I guess, yeah," Octavia muttered. She was keeping her eyes closed: seemed easier, somehow. "I didn't mean to flip out, last time."