my_own_advocate | 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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my_own_advocate

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

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okteiviakom

Good thing she'd worn a pair of pants that fit in a very flattering way in the back, huh?

She headed for the stairs, with a quick look back at him over her shoulder.

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my_own_advocate

"Hello," Lucifer sighed, watching her arse move as she went. "Gorgeous."

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okteiviakom

Octavia gave a soft huff in response.

"Good show?"

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my_own_advocate

"You do have an excellent rear," Lucifer said.

And then he was up the stairs after her.

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okteiviakom

"So I've been told."

Mostly by him and Duke, yes.

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my_own_advocate

Lucifer's hand settled over it as he caught up. "Then it's true, isn't it?"

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okteiviakom

Octavia seemed to immediately move up the stairs just a little slower.

"Well, if a Devil and his pirate can't be wrong..."

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my_own_advocate

"I'm willing to check again," Lucifer teased. "We have one more staircase left to go."

And a plan forming for when they got to the top.

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okteiviakom

Just like Octavia was hoping.

"So do you want me to go ahead?"

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my_own_advocate

"I would like to watch those buns wiggle a bit more, yes," Lucifer teased.

He'd shed the light tone soon enough.

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okteiviakom

Aw, but it was kind of cute.

Octavia snorted, solely because of the use of 'buns'. But, she also pulled away from him again, taking a few quicker steps to put herself ahead of him.

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my_own_advocate

Lucifer sighed happily, following after her at a much slower pace.

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okteiviakom

Octavia did not have it in her to put an extra theatrical sway into her hips, but by the sound of his sigh, that would've been unnecessary, anyway.

"First impression confirmed?"

Only a few more steps.

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my_own_advocate

"Yes," Lucifer said, mouth curving. "And giving me all sorts of ideas."

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okteiviakom

"I'd ask what kinds," Octavia rasped, "but I have a feeling I'm about to find out."

And... landing.

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my_own_advocate

And oh look, there Lucifer was a second later, pressing up against her back, pushing her against the wall.

Hand back on her arse.

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okteiviakom

Octavia gasped as her front met the wall.

And breathed, "That's what I thought..."

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my_own_advocate

"You know what I always liked about these sorts of trousers?" Lucifer murmured, close to her ear. "They feel so interesting against your skin if someone touches them."

He squeezed.

'Don't take my clothes off', she'd said. He was going to find every way to turn that into a sexy thing that he could.

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okteiviakom

Was there a faster way to drop her into a mood than his voice right by her ear? Right now, Octavia would have claimed there couldn't be.

She let out another little gasp at the squeeze. Soft, quiet, but uncontrollable.

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my_own_advocate

"I think you've spent too much time enjoying a free view," Lucifer murmured. His fingers slid between her legs. "I think it's time you make some noise for me."

He couldn't fully reach her skin this way, not truly. But his fingers, rubbing against the fabric below her crotch, were-- there to make a statement.

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okteiviakom

The two layers of fabric between them were not the thickest Octavia could have opted for. Was that on purpose? Who could say.

"You'll have to make me," she breathed. As if her breath hadn't hitched when she'd felt his hand move.

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my_own_advocate

"Oh," Lucifer said, and his chin brushed against her shoulder. "I will."

Nevermind fingers. He slid the palm of his hand between her legs, open-- and squeezed.

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okteiviakom

Oh. Okay. With a jolt, Octavia hissed a curse in Trig. Part surprise, part a blungt sort of simulation, part -- how possessive a gesture that somehow seemed to her.

He had her attention.