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]

He wasn't wrong. Octavia... endured. Swallowed, even though she knew that didn't necessarily make it more comfortable.

Everyone could have a little lapse into being good.

[my_own_advocate]

"There," Lucifer said.

And then-- seemingly careless-- retreated.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia coughed a little.

Licked her lips.

[my_own_advocate]

"Bit quieter now," Lucifer said.

He slipped off her and the sofa, walking to the nightstand.

[okteiviakom]

"I didn't hear a whole lot of talking out of you either, just now," Octavia drawled, just a little hoarse.

Her head stayed where it was, but her gaze followed him.

[my_own_advocate]

"I was philosophizing about what to put in you," Lucifer said, opening up a drawer. "And now I'm choosing what to put in you. Hm. Arse, or..."

[okteiviakom]

"You're going through a lot of trouble," Octavia rasped, stretching out on the couch a little more, acting like she'd barely heard him, "to prove my point about your lost gift for dirty talk."

[my_own_advocate]

"All you're proving is your ability to blow hot air while plugging your ears like a naughty teenager," Lucifer said idly, pulling something long and see-through from the drawer.

[okteiviakom]

Shrug. "It's not my fault you're failing."

[my_own_advocate]

"Am I?" Lucifer mused. "So you're not thinking about it at all? Feeling something thick sliding into you again?"

[okteiviakom]

"I asked you to talk to me," Octavia pointed out, as she pushed herself a little more upright on the couch again, "and you jumped straight to sticking things in me."

[my_own_advocate]

"I was talking," Lucifer said. "Am still talking. No?"

[okteiviakom]

"That's not the same and you know it," Octavia rasped, quirking her eyebrows a little. "I didn't want you to fuck me, I wanted you to make me want you to."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer sighed. He tossed the toy back into the drawer. "Well, I tried, darling," he said, "And you spent the entire time interrupting me to tell me how inadequate I am, which is not one of my many kinks."

[okteiviakom]

"Including the time with your dick in my mouth?" Octavia couldn't help asking, trying to still keep her tone raspy and light even with this -- obvious sudden shift in the mood.

The urge to tug the robe more firmly around herself was about as sudden, though she fought it, for now.

[my_own_advocate]

Sudden shift in mood? Lucifer had gradually completely lost any sense of what she wanted from him, while attempting to ignore or embrace comments that had, frankly, been frustrating and stung a bit. And then she'd told him his attempt to roll with it was completely wrong, again.

He had no bloody clue where to go from here and a vague desire to stalk out of the room in a huff.

But he took a breath, instead.

"Well, you remain terrific at blowjobs," he allowed. Another breath. Then he found himself walking back to the sofa.

[okteiviakom]

Well, thank fuck for that, because it made Octavia reaching out a hand towards him feel like less of a fraught move. Because it had been sudden for the person who'd still been playing and who wasn't any more of a mindreader than he was, yes.

And who was now looking at him with only thinly-veiled concern in her eyes.

[my_own_advocate]

Whereas Lucifer felt as if he'd spent the entire past ten minutes or so scrambling to keep up with her, rather than playing. It had, perhaps, not been the best path to take so quickly after a genuine and somewhat painful failure on his part to anticipate her wants.

But he reminded himself she wasn't doing it on purpose. Took her hand, and sat down next to her on the sofa. "Sorry," he said. "I can play 'does dirty talk' and I can play 'silence the naughty brat', but it feels like four things are happening at once here and I can't tell anymore which parts are which."

[okteiviakom]

Octaavia brought their hands up to her mouth and kissed his knuckles. It seemed necessary.

"Why are we so bad at asking?" she wondered in a mutter.

[my_own_advocate]

"Because this is the first time in our lives we actually can?" Lucifer said, sagging a little into her.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia sagged a little in return.

"It's stupid."

She got to say that because she was including herself in it.

[my_own_advocate]

"It is," Lucifer said. He kissed the top of her head. "But we're getting better at it."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia made a noise like a soft 'eugh', and burrowed against him a little more.

"I tried to get you to tell me a story," she murmured. "Basically. You know, when you thought it sounded like a joke? And we just got caught on that instead."

[my_own_advocate]

"I tried to get back to that," Lucifer sighed. "But you kept mocking me, and I didn't want to ruin the mood by genuinely stopping you, so..."

[okteiviakom]

"You know you can just put your hand over my mouth if that's getting in your way."

It was less of a 'you should already know this' and more 'for future reference'.