my_own_advocate | Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Night

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 nodded, finally looking at him again.

"Drifting," she agreed. "Yeah."

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my_own_advocate

"Ah," Lucifer said, his mouth quirking. "Now that one isn't so inexplicable."

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okteiviakom

"Isn't it?" Octavia asked.

Not because she thought it was (she didn't) but just to make him talk for a little bit. She needed her pauses, right now.

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my_own_advocate

"Bodies get a bit funny when you mix pain and pleasure. It's all nerve endings, obviously, but something about these sets firing at once..." Lucifer gave one-shouldered shrug. "Sometimes it releases certain chemicals that change how you experience sensations like pain. It makes you... float, I suppose. Draws your attention inwards until only the feelings of the moment remain. There's a term for it, though I don't know if you'd care for it."

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okteiviakom

"Probably not," Octavia agreed. They both knew her history with any terms she felt were imposing something on her from the outside.

She took a little sip, shrugged. "But, yeah, that sounds about right. Even if there wasn't much pain to begin with."

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my_own_advocate

"I believe it's more about the blend of stimuli than anything else," Lucifer said, snuggling into her side. "It doesn't necessarily happen often, but some people are into this kind of sex specifically because they want to get to that frame of mind."

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okteiviakom

Something in Octavia's posture relaxed a little at the snuggling. Not all of it, but still.

"It wasn't a bad feeling," she admitted, a little more quietly, now.

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my_own_advocate

"It can be quite nice," Lucifer murmured, pressing a kiss against her cheek. "When it's not a surprise."

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okteiviakom

"Yeah," Octavia sighed. Her eyes were closing again, but for a different reason, this time. "I don't know how that would've gone if it hadn't... ended the way it did."

Would she have resurfaced in a more graceful way, or just ended up sputtering back to the surface later on?

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my_own_advocate

Lucifer surprised himself a bit with that, "Does it matter?"

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okteiviakom

Octavia's brows knit together, a little. Surprised, confused.

"Would've been nice to know."

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my_own_advocate

"We can't really anticipate all the outcomes, can we?" Lucifer asked, thoughtful. Realizing he was probably losing her with his line of thinking, but unable to stop. "There's just what happens, and whether we can trust ourselves and our partners to get us through it."

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okteiviakom

He was, in fact, losing her here.

"And do you know how people get better at getting through things?" Octavia replied, with a bit of a rasp. But not too much. "Through experience."

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my_own_advocate

Well. This had the chance of going very poorly. "That's not what I meant," Lucifer said, after considering and discarding several lofty explanations of his point. "I know you wish you knew. That you were more prepared."

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okteiviakom

Well, Octavia's eyes were open again.

"I'm not the one who brought up anticipating things," she pointed out. "You went there all by yourself."

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my_own_advocate

"You wanted to know how it'd been if it had gone-- differently," Lucifer argued. He gave her the gentlest headbutt. "All I was trying to say was-- whatever happened, I would have been there for you. Still would be. You'll never be free falling."

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okteiviakom

"I know that," Octavia rasped. Please, they wouldn't even have had need to have this conversation in the first place if she hadn't trusted him to be that way. "But I was talking -- thinking about how it would've felt. For me."

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my_own_advocate

"This is the point where I should stop talking, isn't it?" Lucifer wondered.

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okteiviakom

"Maybe."

Not that Octavia had a whole lot to add, mind.

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my_own_advocate

Lucifer sighed. He reached and found the Bailey's sitting on the coffee table, and tipped some into his mug.

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okteiviakom

Octavia watched him do that.

And straightened up some.

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my_own_advocate

"Would you have been comfortable with it?" Lucifer asked, lifting his mug for a sip.

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okteiviakom

Octavia took a slow sip of her own.

Her voice was mild again once she spoke. "That's part of what I don't know," she said. "Seemed like such a fragile thing." As they'd seen. "So easily tipped one way or the other."