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's eyes closed. Like the touch deserved it.

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

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my_own_advocate

"You're so beautiful."

The phrase was barely a sigh.

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okteiviakom

Her eyes opened again.

This time, she kissed him.

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my_own_advocate

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

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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.

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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.

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okteiviakom

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

To get a little lost in it.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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my_own_advocate

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

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okteiviakom

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

"I would not."

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my_own_advocate

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

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okteiviakom

Octavia pulled her hands away from his hair and his face at the absolute last moment, to lift her arms up to help with the shirt.

"I could be," she murmured, with a faint note of teasing.

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my_own_advocate

Lucifer pulled her shirt over her head and cast it aside. "Because I'd very much like to screw you gently," he said, and he couldn't fight the deeply fond smile that spread across his mouth. "While thinking nauseatingly affectionate thoughts."