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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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."

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okteiviakom

The snort seemed about as involuntary as the previous sound had been.

Just maybe a little more wry.

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my_own_advocate

"Oh, hush," Lucifer said, and his hand slid a bit lower, and gave a particularly firm press.

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okteiviakom

"You like a challenge," Octavia murmured, in soft retort.

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my_own_advocate

"I do," Lucifer allowed. Those firm thumbs pressed up, along her shoulderblades. He felt an impulse. Considered it.

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okteiviakom

Octavia considered nothing, just... Felt. Both his hands and the water.

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my_own_advocate

He gave in, gripping her hips, tugging her onto his lap. Not for nefariously sexual reasons, just...

Some desire to hold her just like that, not quite affectionate, but intimate, with a hint of control.

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okteiviakom

So that was a jolt. Physically, yes, but not just in that way.

Octavia gasped.

Didn't fight it.

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my_own_advocate

"I'm still working on you," Lucifer promised, voice soft.

His hands worked their way up her sides, rubbing and pressing.

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okteiviakom

Octavia swallowed. She wasn't sure why.

"Okay."

That was soft, too. And small.

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my_own_advocate

His hands landed on her shoulders. Lucifer's thumbs dug down again, rubbing firm circles without any hint of his early gentleness. "You're too tense," he said, less teasing observation now, more -- admonishment? A problem that needed to be fixed, regardless of her wishes.