Lucifer Morningstar (
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The Cape Rouge, Saturday Evening
Well, it was Saturday, and the only mention of Duke and Octavia Lucifer had heard in days was from the radio. Apparently there was another thing going on, rather than a passing Fandom fancy, and Lucifer-- just wasn't in the mood to keep track.
He had returned from the bar with a rather sizable collection of bottles. He had slipped into the bedroom, flicked through the channels until he found something incredibly stupid that didn't remind him of either of his partners, parked a bag of chips on the nightstand, and kicked off his super secret plan.
Which was, obviously, staying in bed and drinking until he stopped feeling quite so lonely.
[[ open for them who might venture onto the Rouge. ]]
He had returned from the bar with a rather sizable collection of bottles. He had slipped into the bedroom, flicked through the channels until he found something incredibly stupid that didn't remind him of either of his partners, parked a bag of chips on the nightstand, and kicked off his super secret plan.
Which was, obviously, staying in bed and drinking until he stopped feeling quite so lonely.
[[ open for them who might venture onto the Rouge. ]]
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... Even if she, too, seemed a little slow to actually pull away.
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Of course you could, Tavi.
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They would both need to let go of Lucifer first.
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He couldn't stand to be away for much longer, either.
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"Okay," she murmured, "but we're coming to get you if it takes longer."
She was only -- not at all joking, actually.
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He very reluctantly let Lucifer go, refocusing instead on sliding his hands under Octavia's sweater.
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(Maybe the reassurance was the Trig. And maybe it was more directed at herself than anything else.)
His hands felt nice and right on her skin. She lifted her arms a little, to help.
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"I missed you," he said. "Both of you."
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"Oh?"
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He set the water down on the nightstand without a word.
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At least until the conversation where she'd ended up calling that Duke a sociopath.
"Like there was something she was missing."
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He'd wanted to keep himself pure. Duke was avoiding thinking too hard how and for what.
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And then crawled onto the bed.
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Her hands found their way under Duke's shirt.
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It was hard to feel sexy while trash talking his alternate self. Duke stretched up to give Octavia room to work, and reached for the water.
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He slung an arm around Octavia's waist, and let his hand settle on Duke's hip.
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"He was happy to look," he said. "He knew you were gorgeous. Knew both of you were. He just. Thought he had some kind of . . . higher purpose."
Calling the other Duke 'he' was helping. Pushing the guy aside.
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She pulled away, only just enough to try and wiggle her way out of her pants.
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