Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Night

[my_own_advocate]

Date Nights had a certain structure to them, born mainly of habit. But that didn't mean they needed to keep to it.

In fact, the second Lucifer had received Octavia's text, he'd mentally overhauled all of the night's plans and picked up a few munchies and sodas. Dug up some of his excess pillows, and littered them along the living room.

He had-- multiple stashes. After a moment's thought as to what type of... relaxation would be best for the night, Lucifer went digging around for a particular one. Waiting, as he was doing so, for Octavia.

[[ for octavia. TW for drug use ]]

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[okteiviakom]

"While indulging?"

Oh, the puff of smoke with the words was fun. Made her chuckle.

(Yes, her cares were definitely beginning to melt away.)

[my_own_advocate]

"Always," Lucifer said, mouth curving. "Though indulging does add a... Certain something."

[okteiviakom]

"Something what?"

Just a little extra puff, and she was handing it back again.

[my_own_advocate]

"Enticing," Lucifer said.

He drew one last, deep hit from the cigarette-- and then smushed it out in the ashtray on the table. They could always light it again later, if need be.

[okteiviakom]

"Enticing," Octavia echoed, as if she liked the taste of the word.

[my_own_advocate]

"Mhm," Lucifer said, patting her knee with his newly-freed hand. "Like there's something very alive behind your eyes."

[okteiviakom]

"It's the drugs," Octavia quipped, without missing a beat.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer smiled at her, delighted. "It isn't, really," he said. "It's your desire." Beat. "In this case, for drugs, but still."

[okteiviakom]

"So..." A beat. "The drugs."

She thought she was hilarious. You could tell by how wide the smirk was.

[my_own_advocate]

"No, my little brat," Lucifer said, and kissed-- the tip of her nose.

[okteiviakom]

It crinkled, in response.

"What, then?"

[my_own_advocate]

"I told you, the wanting," Lucifer said, smiling. "Oftentimes you hold yourself back. You contain yourself."

He ran his fingers idly up and down her trousers. "I like that I get to see it when you let yourself want and enjoy."

[okteiviakom]

"And be a brat."

That seemed important.

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes," Lucifer said. Another soft laugh bubbled up, and he let it. "Warms my heart when you're being a brat."

[okteiviakom]

"Not just your heart," Octavia felt compelled to add, leaning against him a little more again. "Not every time, anyway."

[my_own_advocate]

"No," Lucifer allowed, pressing an easy kiss against her cheek. "You manage to animate quite a bit of me with your brattiness."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia smiled -- no, grinned.

"Good," she decided. "I like it. I like how you get."

[my_own_advocate]

"Oh?" Lucifer asked, grinning back. "And how do I 'get'?"

[okteiviakom]

"Inspired," Octavia sighed almost dreamily, clearly happy about that. As if she hadn't already made that clear.

[my_own_advocate]

"It's rather hard not to be," Lucifer said.

That was absolutely a giggle.

[okteiviakom]

And so Octavia had to giggle a little in response.

It wasn't her choice, it was her body's!

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer giggled with her, and said, "Aw, look at you," cupped her cheek, and kissed her again.

[okteiviakom]

"Enticing," Octavia mumbled. Maybe. It may also have been 'enciting'.

Or 'exciting'.

Honestly, take your pick. She was kissing him either way.

[my_own_advocate]

She was.

Lucifer let out a soft, appreciative noise against her mouth.

"You are."

[okteiviakom]

And Octavia was trying to crawl into his lap. Or just all over him, possibly tipping him onto the pillows. He was warm and enticing and inviting and she was drawn in like a moth to a flame.

A very kissy moth.