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

Lucifer sighed. "I just don't want to-- hurt you, ironic as it may sound now."

From:

okteiviakom

"It doesn't sound ironic," Octavia mumbled. "I know you don't."

Edited Date: 26 Jul 2022 15:20 (UTC)

From:

my_own_advocate

Lucifer nodded slowly. "I can go... less far next time."

From:

okteiviakom

"This feels more complicated than that." Didn't that sound familiar? "A lot of me wants to go much further."

From:

my_own_advocate

"So you're... conflicted," Lucifer said carefully.

From:

okteiviakom

"Always."

Well, maybe not always, but she was trying to bring something wry back into this. Something even faintly lighter.

From:

my_own_advocate

Lucifer snorted softly. "Most of the time," he amended.

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okteiviakom

"Yeah," Octavia sighed, her head tilting further against his shoulder. "So I don't know how this works."

From:

my_own_advocate

"One step at a time, and occasionally two steps back if need be?" Lucifer said. He kissed her cheek. "Though you seem... even."

From:

okteiviakom

It was all the crying. Clearly it booted most of the... uneven out of the body.

Octavia sighed again. "I feel like I need a shower, and like I kind of want you to come with me." A pause. "But it also kind of feels like you shouldn't."

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my_own_advocate

"We can go halfway," Lucifer offered. "I'll follow you to the bathroom, you'll take a shower, and if you decide that you do want me there after all, call on me."

From:

okteiviakom

Octavia shook her head. "Yeah, I... don't like the sound of that," she admitted. "Feels like a one-way ticket to making it a stressful shower."

From:

my_own_advocate

"Then I... will stay here, and you can always call on me, but I won't expect it?" Lucifer tried.

From:

okteiviakom

"No," Octavia said, soft but... final. She was quiet for a thoughtful pause. A little moment of contemplation, until she found her way to --

"You go take a shower. And I'll figure out if I want to join you."

From:

my_own_advocate

Lucifer nodded. Slowly.

And then nodded again.

"Yes," he said softly, and rose from the bed. Walked to the bathroom. Getting naked in front of her felt... contrary to the point.

From:

okteiviakom

Kind of would have been, yes.

Octavia watched him go, as she... weighed her feelings about all of this.

From:

my_own_advocate

Lucifer closed the door behind him, and then efficiently stripped out of his clothes.

A few moments later, he turned on the shower, and got under the spray. Trying not to worry.

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okteiviakom

Octavia felt a little more settled, at least. This way, if she went for it... She wouldn't have to make a show if it. Could just do it.

If she'd do it.

Right now, she was still sitting on the bed. Listening to the faint noise of the water.

From:

my_own_advocate

Lucifer took his time - but then he always did in the shower. Putting shampoo in his hair, soaping it up.

Just. Trying. Not to think about the woman in the next room. Or what they'd done.

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okteiviakom

Octavia had counted on him taking his time. It meant she could also take hers.

She closed her eyes for a moment. Really listened to herself. And then she got up. Pulled off the sweater, pushed down the pants. Unhooked the bra and got rid of the panties.

(Spent a very brief moment peering back and down at what the damage to her ass was like. Got a glimpse of red.)

And finally, slowly, padded towards the bathroom.

From:

my_own_advocate

Lucifer heard her, but for whatever reason, he didn't dare to actually look towards the door. (Like perhaps that would spook her.)

He tilted his head into the spray, instead. Let the water run down his body.

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okteiviakom

It was better not to look towards the door. Even when it opened, and then closed, after Octavia had stepped in.

She didn't leave him a lot of time for looking, anyway, before she stepped up behind him under the spray. Something compelled her to be embracing him from behind for a moment here, so that was what she was doing.