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]

Who needed words, anyway? Octavia was settling against him, enjoying all the ways her body dipped and curved against his, and the curves of his lips, too. His breath, his scent, the fabric of his shirt under her palm as she ran her hand up along his arm. The weight of his hands roaming down her body.

Everything.

And trying to pour her happiness with that into the kiss.

[my_own_advocate]

"So wonderful," Lucifer gasped against her mouth. His hands skittered along her body, squeezing her arse, sliding up up and tangling in her hair, pulling her closer. She felt so good. Warm. A bit like leather.

[okteiviakom]

"You're ridiculous," Octavia breathed, but meant it in the best way possible. Her hand squeezed his shoulder.

[my_own_advocate]

"Oh, I'm ridiculous?" Lucifer asked, laughing.

He toyed with her hair - ridiculously.

[okteiviakom]

"Always."

That sounded like a laugh, too.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer leaned back. "Maybe you're the one who's ridiculous," he said, "And you just can't tell normal from up there."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia scoffed. It moved one of the loose strands of her hair. "Normal doesn't even have anything to do with it!"

[my_own_advocate]

"Oh no?" Lucifer asked. "Then what would you call yourself?"

[okteiviakom]

"Not ridiculous."

Duh.

[my_own_advocate]

"That's not a thing," Lucifer announced.

[okteiviakom]

"Yes it is," Octavia informed him, flopping down against his chest. "And I'm it."

[my_own_advocate]

"No," Lucifer said, wrapping his arms around her.

[okteiviakom]

"Yeah," Octavia sighed. Possibly not even as an argument, just as a response to how warm and cozy she felt all of a sudden.

She tucked her head under his chin.

[my_own_advocate]

"Nope," Lucifer said, letting the 'pe' pop (Duke's fault, he was certain), and nuzzled her hair. "Mm, you're nice."

[okteiviakom]

"Sound like Duke," Octavia murmured. So, they were in agreement.

[my_own_advocate]

"He's also very nice," Lucifer murmured.

[okteiviakom]

"True," Octavia agreed easily, nuzzling at his chest a little. "Very, very nice."

[my_own_advocate]

"We should tell him that," Lucifer told her, "In a bit."

[okteiviakom]

"We can tell him that all night long."

[my_own_advocate]

"Naked," Lucifer sighed. "But also over the phone."

[okteiviakom]

"Ohh," Octavia said, perking up. "Should we leave him a voicemail?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes," Lucifer said, already fumbling for his phone.

[okteiviakom]

"Yes," Octavia enthused right back at him, pushing herself just a bit more upright.

Mostly to grin up at him.

[my_own_advocate]

"Right, voice message--". Click.

"Duke!" Lucifer yelled at his phone. "Duke, you're very nice."

[okteiviakom]

"Very, very nice!" Octavia chimed in, a little louder than necessary. "And we really, really, really love you!"