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 ]]

Comments

[my_own_advocate]

"Right?" Lucifer giggled. "So many blowjobs."

[okteiviakom]

"Delicious."

She'd collapsed against his chest again, her shoulders still shaking faintly with chuckles.

[my_own_advocate]

"He does taste nice," Lucifer reflected. "But so do you."

[okteiviakom]

"Oh, I know," Octavia replied, instantly smug. "I've heard."

[my_own_advocate]

"I should put you both up and go back and forth sometime," Lucifer mused.

[okteiviakom]

"Mmmmmh." Yes, that was deep approval. "I think I speak for both of us when I say you should go for it."

[my_own_advocate]

"Perhaps something for when we get home," Lucifer sighed. "To the boat. Boat home."

[okteiviakom]

"Also known as just... home."

[my_own_advocate]

"Because we live on a boat."

[okteiviakom]

"We do."

That was another dreamy sigh, yes.

[my_own_advocate]

"That's so weird," Lucifer sighed.

[okteiviakom]

"It's perfect." If you were Octavia, at least. "Smell of the ocean and the waves moving the boat..."

[my_own_advocate]

"It's weird," Lucifer said. "And it's weird that I like it."

[okteiviakom]

"Why's'at weird?" Octavia asked. Mumblily. "'Cause it's not a mansion? Or -- whatever you call that high apartment in Los Angeles."

[my_own_advocate]

"I like fancy things," Lucifer muttered. "It's not that fancy."

[okteiviakom]

"You're fancy."

Yes, her argument was that that made the boat fancy by association, too. Just not in so many words.

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes," Lucifer said. "I thought I just covered that."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia looked up at him. Clearly he needed that to get it.

"So you make everywhere you are a little more fancy, too."

[my_own_advocate]

"I did get us a nice tablecloth," Lucifer said, tilting his head. "Perhaps I should get Duke a chandelier."

What? What.

[okteiviakom]

"If it makes you happy."

Octavia was only half-sure she knew what a chandelier was.

[my_own_advocate]

"Do you think it would make him happy?" Lucifer asked, looking up at her.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia smiled at him.

And also asked, "What's the chande-thing, again?"

[my_own_advocate]

"It's a fancy light that hangs from the ceiling," Lucifer said, and leaned in to kiss her mouth, because it was smiling.

[okteiviakom]

"Mmh." And there she went, distracted by the kissing. For a moment. "I think he likes fancy lights."

A pause.

"I mean, you're a fancy light. Skaifaya."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer pulled a face. "Now you sound like Dad."