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?"

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Comments

[my_own_advocate]

"Because of the specific way you are stating facts."

[okteiviakom]

"All fact-like?"

[my_own_advocate]

"At a particular time in the conversation. With a tone."

[okteiviakom]

"Sorry my facts don't work on your schedule."

That was definitely bratty.

[my_own_advocate]

"See," Lucifer said, pointing at her with his glass. "Being an absolute brat."

[okteiviakom]

"That one was on purpose," Octavia replied, only a little bit smug. "Good job spotting it."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer rolled his eyes and took another sip of his wine. "I don't think they're all that different from one another."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gave a tiny snort.

"Never mind about the spotting things, then. I take it back."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer squinted at her. "If you say so..."

[okteiviakom]

She was perhaps just being a brat for the sake of being a brat. There were many levels to it.

Octavia was just going to take a sip from her drink, now.

[my_own_advocate]

"You're terrible," Lucifer concluded, and sipped his own drink suspiciously.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia just snorted.

... Between swallowing down sips, obviously. She didn't want to get any in her nose.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer shook his head, and after another sip, rose to his feet. "Come here then, brat."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia took one last, slow sip.

Then she, too, got up. And stepped towards him.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer stepped away from the table and held out a hand for her.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia took it.

Couldn't be a brat about everything, could she?

[my_own_advocate]

And in reward, Lucifer pulled her towards himself for a kiss.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia stepped right up into it, sliding her free hand up his arm.

Mm.

[my_own_advocate]

And Lucifer, in turn, worked his free arm around her waist. He pulled her flush up against him.

That kiss held intent.

[okteiviakom]

It felt like it, sending anticipation thrumming through Octavia's body.

She did so like it when his arm was around her waist, just in general.

[my_own_advocate]

"I want to see that pretty bratty arse of yours walk upstairs," Lucifer sighed, a few moments later.

[okteiviakom]

"Oh, do you?" Octavia sighed, stealing one last little kiss.

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes," Lucifer murmured against her mouth. He patted her arse.

[okteiviakom]

"Guess I should comply," Octavia rasped, "just this once."

She pulled away, turning to go.

[my_own_advocate]

"Thank you," Lucifer said, smirking. He let her slip out of his arms, watching closely.