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]

"I know," Octavia replied, crawling a little further up. "Much older than I could ever understand."

[my_own_advocate]

"It's really best not to think about it," Lucifer agreed. "Especially when you're not that much younger."

[okteiviakom]

"I spend a lot of time not thinking about it."

She buried her face in the crook of his neck.

[my_own_advocate]

"Thanks, good, yes," Lucifer babbled, sliding his fingers back into her hair. "Mmm."

[okteiviakom]

"I'm just a speck of dirt, anyway," Octavia murmured. Mumbled. Pressed against his skin.

Take your pick. It was barely audible, either way.

[my_own_advocate]

"Nuh uh," Lucifer said, and pressed his face into her hair. As much as he could, at least.

[okteiviakom]

"Yuh huh," Octavia replied, soft and quiet.

[my_own_advocate]

"You're beautiful," Lucifer murmured. "You're everything."

[okteiviakom]

"And a speck of dirt."

It didn't sound like a bad thing. Not with her tone, so soft.

[my_own_advocate]

"Why would you say that?" Lucifer mumbled.

[okteiviakom]

"Because when I do think about it," Octavia said, not much more clearly, "it's obvious. I'm... small. I'm tiny."

She nuzzled his neck. Trying to steal his inviting warmth.

"Next to you."

[my_own_advocate]

"You're not tiny," Lucifer sighed, and rubbed his nose against her hair.

[okteiviakom]

"Even if I lived longer than I think is likely," Octavia replied, on a little sigh of her own (because she was weak for any and all kinds of him touching her hair right now), "it would still be nothing next to you."

[my_own_advocate]

"It's everything," Lucifer murmured. "You're everything."

Yes. He'd said that before.

He also couldn't stop touching her hair.

[okteiviakom]

"I'm human."

Simple. Quiet.

"I'm just human."

[my_own_advocate]

"And you're far greater than any celestial I have ever met."

She was.

Lucifer's hand slid down along her arm.

[okteiviakom]

"To you. Not to the universe."

Not that the universe's opinion mattered. But they were debating facts here, right?

She was, anyway.

[my_own_advocate]

"And to Duke," Lucifer said, "and our opinions about you are the only ones that matter."

He spoke those words very sincerely. And formally.

"So that makes you the biggest, most important woman in the universe."

[okteiviakom]

"Duke's a human, too," Octavia murmured.

[my_own_advocate]

"The most important man in the universe," Lucifer agreed.

[okteiviakom]

"A... blink of an eye," Octavia muttered. "Like me."

[my_own_advocate]

"Never," Lucifer said. He touched her cheek, drawing patterns on it. "You are both eternal, in so many ways."

[okteiviakom]

"No," Octavia replied, softly.

And nuzzled his neck some more. Mm. "You smell nice."

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes," Lucifer said. To both. Possibly.

[okteiviakom]

"Mmmh."

Yes.

Yes, she was now fully distracted into smelling his neck.