Lucifer Morningstar (
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Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Night
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?"
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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?"
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But he caught himself, just in itme. "Thank you," Lucifer whispered instead.
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She pressed another soft kiss to the middle of his upper back.
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"Natural," she whispered.
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It was a soft sound.
"I'm sorry the roads getting here are so... twisty."
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It was a subdued sort of deadpan. And a joke she'd learned from them, of course.
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The hold of her arms loosened some. "C'mon," she murmured. "Turn around."
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"Mm."
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She swayed softly with him.
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She hesitated as she thought about it. Actually thought about it, instead of just humming what came to her.
"Just a song."
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Not so much a question of happiness, either way.
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