Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Night

[my_own_advocate]

There were plans to open the club - finally - and plans to go to Austria for a few days to see an opera - exciting - and Octavia had been doing better recently, so... Lucifer was in a good mood, actually, when Sunday came around.

So yes, the candles were out again tonight. And a rather imposing spread of seafood, picked up from the mainland. With mango rice, of course.

It was Octavia. Couldn't do without the mango rice.

"How do you feel about the snapper?"

[[ for her ]]

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[okteiviakom]

Octavia missed it.

"I don't think I need anything," she murmured. "Just this." The water, and him.

[my_own_advocate]

Her voice made his own go hushed. "All right," Lucifer said.

He sounded as if he did think that, just that, those words out of her mouth, made everything all right.

(Suddenly the last half hour or so felt like a sham, when it was this easy for her to mold him any way she liked.)

[okteiviakom]

It was starting to feel like maybe, maybe Octavia was moving on from walking a tightrope towards trying to build a bridge.

Because this felt... fine. This, her skin pressed against his skin felt so natural she hadn't even paused to think about how long it had been since the last time.

She sighed, and then -- then she tried to sync her breathing to his.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer... honestly hadn't been thinking about it either. That it was skin on skin. Her skin. On his skin.

It was beginning to sink in.

He heard her breathing, and tried to sync his to hers.

[okteiviakom]

And since they were both trying.... They did it. Breathed together.

A calm settled over Octavia as she closed her eyes again.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer was scared to break the peace.

So he didn't move. Not beyond his fingers, sliding up and down along the line of her own, over her knuckles, down along the back of her hand, bnck again.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's fingers were the only thing that really moved, too. They brushed against the skin of his stomach, and pushed up a little to meet his touch.

After a while, she nuzzled at his back a little.

[my_own_advocate]

"I love you," Lucifer whispered, leaning further into her. "So much."

[okteiviakom]

"I love you, too," Octavia murmured. "Every part. And everything you do for me."

[my_own_advocate]

I just wish, he wanted to say. Or something similarly stupid.

But he caught himself, just in itme. "Thank you," Lucifer whispered instead.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's arms looped a little tighter around him, a little more snug.

She pressed another soft kiss to the middle of his upper back.

[my_own_advocate]

"How does it feel?" Lucifer murmured.

[okteiviakom]

"Which part?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Any of it."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gave a soft huff, but, on second thought... Maybe she did have an answer.

"Natural," she whispered.

[my_own_advocate]

"Good," Lucifer said quietly. "It is." To him. Too.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia sighed.

It was a soft sound.

"I'm sorry the roads getting here are so... twisty."

[my_own_advocate]

"It's all right," Lucifer murmured. "I'd rather get a bit-- twisty with you than straight with anyone else."

[okteiviakom]

"There's not a straight bone in your body, anyway."

It was a subdued sort of deadpan. And a joke she'd learned from them, of course.

[my_own_advocate]

That joke didn't deserve the laugh that it got, but, well. Perhaps Lucifer was relaxing a bit, himself.

[okteiviakom]

Some lingering tension seeped away from Octavia's shoulders at the sound of it, too.

The hold of her arms loosened some. "C'mon," she murmured. "Turn around."

[my_own_advocate]

"My turn, is it?" Lucifer teased softly. But he obeyed, turning around in her arms, until he could wrap his own around her waist.

[okteiviakom]

And Octavia could lean against his chest instead of his back.

"Mm."

[my_own_advocate]

"I missed you," Lucifer sighed, closing his eyes.

[okteiviakom]

"I know," Octavia murmured as she did the same.