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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[my_own_advocate]

"Feels like it's at least three," Lucifer hummed. "Hm. Oh. Wait."

This was clearly a perfect time to unfurl his wings.

[okteiviakom]

It was always a great time to unfurl his wings. Even when it startled Octavia, like it did right now, although she was remarkably quick about getting over it.

"Oh wow," she breathed. "Ohhh."

[my_own_advocate]

He did knock his own drink off the table, but he didn't even realize it, so that was fine.

"Better," Lucifer decided, "Now I have four."

It took a bit of awkward squeezing, but he managed to wrap those wings around her, more or less. A feathery coccoon.

[okteiviakom]

And now Octavia was looking around with her eyes all big.

It was all wonder, though.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer... pressed his face back against her shoulder. "Soft."

[okteiviakom]

"Wings," Octavia murmured.

It never got old.

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes, I have those," Lucifer agreed.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia had nothing to say in response to that, no way of convincing him how special that was.

Her hand was all up in his wing now, though. Careful and gentle, but. Touching.

[my_own_advocate]

"Yes," Lucifer sighed, all warmth and-- something that felt oddly transcendental to him, in the moment. His feathers gave off a soft, soothing glow against her fingers. "You should touch them more."

Her fingers on his feathers made him feel awash in her love for him. It was perfect.

[okteiviakom]

Permission and approval were all Octavia needed.

Both hands, then. Fingers splayed as they ran slowly along the feathers - feeling, yes, but caressing, too. And enthralled by every little detail.

[my_own_advocate]

And Lucifer--

He melted. Just went slack against her, whatever brief melancholy had grabbed him ebbing away under her soft, precise touches.

His wings were no magic button, but she was. She, and her button-cute nose.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia had been doing it purely for herself. Now, since it looked like it was also doing something for him...

Well, she just had to keep doing it. Soft and gentle and exploring: finding out what all the different parts of his wings felt like.

[my_own_advocate]

"Oh," Lucifer breathed, soft and shuddery. Feeling her fingers along the rough shafts of his primary feathers, and the softness of his plume. "I love you."

[okteiviakom]

"Ai hod yu in seintaim."

Her hands were saying it, too. Insatiable in their touching, somehow, roaming along the feathers as if she intended to keep doing it forever.

(A loaded word, but thankfully silent.)