Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Night

[my_own_advocate]

It had certainly been a complicated week, hadn't it? Luckily, it had ended before the weekend, and Lucifer, Duke and Octavia had had all Saturday to recover.

That didn't mean Lucifer hadn't been slightly surprised that Octavia was still game for date night. But he had grasped it with every bit of enthusiasm he could foster. And yes, that did mean dinner had featured a genuinely ridiculous amount of tropical fruit.

"Suppose I should've put a protein in there," he mused, settling back and eyeing his empty dessert bowl with satisfaction.

[[ for her and sp. eta: nsfw-bound... ish? ]]

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[okteiviakom]

Octavia was quiet in response for a moment.

Then asked, "Why did you bring it up in the first place?"

[my_own_advocate]

"Because it's clearly weighing heavy on your mind," Lucifer said.

[okteiviakom]

"Right," Octavia replied.

Still a little flat, but softer.

[my_own_advocate]

"And I just wanted to make sure if you're all right," Lucifer said, "And-- offer any help you might need if you aren't. Even if it's just ignoring the whole thing for the night."

[okteiviakom]

"Think I like that option best."

Everything else still seemed to make her faintly nauseous.

[my_own_advocate]

"All right," Lucifer said easily. "Then may I suggest the hot tub?"

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gave a tiny shrug.

"Sure."

Maybe she'd find her footing again once they got upstairs. Or something.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer wasn't letting himself expect too much. He just got up, and held his hand out for her to take.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia took his hand, although she helped herself out of her seat without it.

Stupid instinct.

[my_own_advocate]

"Incorrigible," Lucifer teased softly.

He tugged her to the stairs.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia gave his hand a squeeze, but said nothing.

Just followed.

[my_own_advocate]

It didn't take long to get all the way up to Lucifer's bedroom. He let go of her hand as he entered-- onlyt because he needed his hands to strip out of his clothes. "I made sure it was clean and ready."

[okteiviakom]

"You planned ahead?" Octavia murmured, watching him.

Her hand felt empty. It probably should have been making some effort toward undressing her, but... in a moment.

[my_own_advocate]

"Just made a few preparations just in case," Lucifer said lightly. He cleared his throat. "Alexa?"

Ah, the dulcet tones of Jane's Addiction.

[okteiviakom]

"Feels like planning."

Close enough. It wasn't an accusation: 'preparations just in case' was really just planning for several outcomes.

[my_own_advocate]

"Then guilty as charged, I suppose," Lucifer said. "I did plan to spoil you a bit."

[okteiviakom]

"I don't need spoiling."

Oh but that soft tone suggested otherwise, Octavia.

[my_own_advocate]

"I believe otherwise," Lucifer said, mouth curving. "Now please get out of your clothes. It'd be hard giving you a hot tub massage with them on. Not that I'm not up to the challenge, if need be."

[okteiviakom]

"'Course not," Octavia murmured, as her hands went down to the bottom of her shirt.

Might as well start with that.

[my_own_advocate]

"Thank you for humoring me," Lucifer said fondly. He leaned against the glass door, listening faintly to the music. Mostly watching her.

[okteiviakom]

It wasn't much of a show, not that he was likely to be expecting it to be, anyway. Just pieces of clothing coming off not too slowly: the shirt, the pants, the bra.

And finally, underwear, pushed down her legs until she could step out of them.

[my_own_advocate]

"There we are," Lucifer said. He stretched back upright, and held out his hand again. "Shall we?"

[okteiviakom]

And so she took his hand again.

"Mm-hmm," she hummed, nodding.

[my_own_advocate]

And Lucifer pulled her onto the balcony. He nudged the cover off the tub, revealing blue light and pleasant waters. "After you," he said.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia held on to his hand until she no longer could, because she needed both hands for safely getting into the hot tub.

She sank onto her seat in the water with a soft sigh.