my_own_advocate | Lucifer's Mansion, Sunday Night

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.

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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.

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my_own_advocate

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

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okteiviakom

And so she took his hand again.

"Mm-hmm," she hummed, nodding.

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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.

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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.

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my_own_advocate

"Good?" Lucifer chuckled. He stepped in himself, settling in right beside her.

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okteiviakom

"It's warm."

And yes, that was good.

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my_own_advocate

"Good," Lucifer said, softer. "Can you turn your back to me, please?"

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okteiviakom

Octavia hesitated a bit.

But, turned all the same.

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my_own_advocate

"I promise I'll be gentle," Lucifer murmured, at that hesitation.

He slid his hands along her back, finding a first spot to apply just the slightest sense of pressure.

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okteiviakom

"It's not that," Octavia muttered, letting her head fall forward a little. "I know that."

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my_own_advocate

"Then what is it?" He started easy, exploring, searching for tension with little presses and kneads.

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okteiviakom

"Whether I want this."

Even with all her tension.

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my_own_advocate

Lucifer slid his hand down. "If you don't," he said, "I'll stop."

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okteiviakom

"I'm still figuring it out," Octavia murmured.

A little helplessly.

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my_own_advocate

"Well," Lucifer said. "Let me know, then."

Back up. He pressed his thumb against something that felt like a knot.

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okteiviakom

There were many. Some might have even been new.

Octavia kept her head down. "Hm."

Edited Date: 2 May 2023 09:55 (UTC)

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my_own_advocate

"Hm?" Yes. There were definitely many. Lucifer's grip may have become a bit firmer as he went on, working the muscles of her back into something like compliance.

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okteiviakom

The firmer touches seemed to work better for her. A more grounding thing than what had been there before.

She leaned back into it, just a fraction.

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my_own_advocate

Lucifer noticed. He repressed a relieved noise, and instead focused on what he was doing. It seemed the right choice physically, too, as her muscle seemed to give way better when he made sure to press and push.

Maybe even harder, here and there, just to test the limits of what she needed.

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okteiviakom

Harder worked, too.

Octavia made a soft noise in her throat when he got something good.

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my_own_advocate

"Ah, there we are," Lucifer murmured. He focused there for a moment, putting both his thumbs - and whatever other fingers necessary - into it. "You are very tense."