A Spot in the Preserve, Sunday Evening

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer and Octavia had their Sunday rituals down to a T. And that-- well, that made Lucifer a bit contrarian, at times. There was nothing wrong with their tradition, healing as it was, but doing the same thing over and over again wasn't always that exciting.

And, all right. Perhaps he was still processing his own healing breakdown a week after the fact.

So he'd promised Octavia a surprise. Shown up with some take out bags and a smile.

She'd probably figured out where they were going well before the first trees came into view. It was a bit chilly, that couldn't be helped, but still: Lucifer thought the ambiance would help. "Almost there."

[[ for her ]]

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[okteiviakom]

"Which perspective is that?" Octavia wondered. "Do you want to take a walk?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Above," Lucifer specified, running his fingers along her arm, towards her hand.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's head finally turned as what he meant sunk in.

"You want to go flying?"

[my_own_advocate]

"I... thought it might be nice...?" Lucifer offered.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's surprise was turning into awe before he'd even managed to say that.

"I think I'd like that."

Of course she'd like that. The only time she'd really seen the island from above at all had been during that one weird weekend, and Silver Swan had been a little more concerned with trying to break through an invisible dome in the sky than admiring the view.

[my_own_advocate]

"All right," Lucifer said, a smile blossoming on his face. "Then after dinner, that's what we'll do."

[okteiviakom]

"Good," Octavia murmured.

And leaned in to kiss him properly, this time.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer made a soft noise against her mouth before he fell into it, kissing her back with all the love in his heart.

There was quite a bit of it.

[okteiviakom]

There was quite a bit that Octavia responded with, too.

She was telling him he was good. And that she was happy.

[my_own_advocate]

At least this time, it wasn't making him cry. There was that.

Lucifer was smiling like a loon when he finally pulled away, though. Like she was utterly brilliant. Best thing in the world.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's answering smile was gentler and more quiet. And maybe a little amused once she saw his face, but in the fondest way possible.

"Now eat your pizza," she said. "Important things are waiting."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer let out a huff. "Yes, ma'am," he said. "If you follow suit."

And he reached for his pizza.

[okteiviakom]

As Octavia did for hers, straightening up some from her lean.

"Well, of course," she said. "It's good pizza."

[my_own_advocate]

"I'm glad you approve," Lucifer said, with a giddy sense of-- giddiness.

[okteiviakom]

He was adorable like this.

"I mean, I would probably approve of any pizza delivered to the woods." Provided there was no meat involved. "But I especially approve of this one."

[my_own_advocate]

"You don't have to humor me that much," Lucifer teased (half-teased) back. "But... good."

[okteiviakom]

"I'm not."

Much.

She bit off another bite. Picked up her drink again, too. "I like this," she added. "Being here with you. Kind of like... when you come over to the Samsara."

[my_own_advocate]

"Choosing to be on your turf?" Lucifer teased softly.

[okteiviakom]

"If you want to put it that way."

That was what it was. Octavia didn't have another way to put it, really.

She looked out into the woods. "I guess I should return the favor."

[my_own_advocate]

"You don't like my turf," Lucifer said lightly, "And that's fair."

[okteiviakom]

"And you don't love the dirt and the bugs and the everything here like I do, either."

That wasn't the point.

[my_own_advocate]

"True," Lucifer said, "I just... don't want you to be uncomfortable."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia chewed thoughtfully on her pizza.

(Did that mean she was coming off like she wanted him to be uncomfortable?)

"But still," she decided. "Something to think about."

[my_own_advocate]

It wasn't like she'd asked him to do this, was it?

... It was different. Somehow.

"I can't deny it would be nice to take you somewhere in the city some day," Lucifer allowed, after a moment. "That isn't a public park."

[okteiviakom]

"Or a sex shop."

Had to be said!

Octavia gave a tiny shrug, and glanced over again. "As long as it doesn't involve me eating in front of strangers --" She was still waiting to feel able to cross that particular bridge. "-- I'm willing to give it a shot."