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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[my_own_advocate]

"...This may sound ridiculous," Lucifer said, pulling away gently, "But this means a great deal to me."

[okteiviakom]

"Why?" Octavia couldn't help asking, softly.

[my_own_advocate]

"Because I can do something to make you feel-- better," Lucifer said quietly. "Because I can help, and you-- don't expect me to be someone else to do so."

[okteiviakom]

Oh, Lucifer.

"I wouldn't want you to be anyone else."

[my_own_advocate]

"I know, and that makes you-- a wonder," Lucifer said, with a soft huff of a-- something. "But... yes. There's something about my-- getting to be that part of myself, and seeing that look in your eyes. Knowing I was good for you, I... suppose."

It sounded ridiculous.

[okteiviakom]

It did not.

Octavia cradled his face between both of her hands, now. "You are." He'd already figured that out, but it didn't hurt to repeat it. "This goes both ways, you know. You make room for the... uglier parts of me."

And her heart felt full with it.

[my_own_advocate]

"Because I love them too," Lucifer said softly.

[okteiviakom]

"I know," Octavia said, and that was where her expression wobbled a little.

Because he did.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer kissed her again, his fingers drifting up to touch her cheek. "And that's why I really don't mind what happens during these evenings," he said quietly, "Even when you find yourself hitting a wall, or... need to cuddle instead."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's eyes closed. Like the touch deserved it.

"I know," she said, her voice as small as it was soft.

[my_own_advocate]

"You're so beautiful."

The phrase was barely a sigh.

[okteiviakom]

Her eyes opened again.

This time, she kissed him.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer melted into her kiss, his fingers pressed against her cheek. Eyes closed. Lingering.

[okteiviakom]

One of Octavia's hands slid further, until her fingers could push into his hair.

Lingering was right. Not everything could be expressed in words, and there was a lot of warmth here, a lot of affection.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer's free hand slid along her arm, just enjoying the familiar sensation of skin and the simple but sturdy cloth she always wore.

He parted his lips.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia took the invitation, to press a little further, explore a little more.

To get a little lost in it.

[my_own_advocate]

It felt like a welcome last step away from the awkwardness they had lapsed into earlier. Lucifer was happy to let the thought go entirely, focusing just on her scent, the feel of her, the taste of her in his mouth.

He relaxed back against the sofa, drawing her further into him.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia shifted that much closer to him. Wasn't skin to skin, but it would do.

Her hunger seemed a quiet sort, tonight. Slow and lingering.

[my_own_advocate]

That was all right. There was no rule saying these nights had to each be high intensity. Lucifer kissed each corner of her lips, and then her nose, and then her mouth again, his hand warm against her back.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia chuckled, somewhere between those kisses. It was a low, quiet sound.

Before she went right on back to kissing him back. A gentle devouring.

[my_own_advocate]

The kind of contrast she did so well.

Eventually, Lucifer's hand drifted lower. He snuck it under the back of her shirt. Necking like teenagers? Why not.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia wasn't complaining, at least, judging by her little hum, and the way her fingers played with the hair at the back of his neck.

It was easy, and simple.

[my_own_advocate]

"Would you mind if I took your shirt off?" Lucifer whispered against her mouth.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's lips curved, just a little, not that he could see it.

"I would not."

[my_own_advocate]

"Good," Lucifer said softly. He worked her shirt up. "Would you be interested in some very old-fashioned, traditional lovemaking tonight?"