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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[my_own_advocate]

"Sad," Lucifer sighed.

His mouth hovered by her ear.

"Suppose I'll just have to make you, then..."

His hands slid lower.

[okteiviakom]

"How?" Octavia heard herself breathe.

Not because she didn't have guesses. Because his mouth was so close to her ear and when he spoke, she could feel it.

[my_own_advocate]

"I'm going to play you like an instrument, darling." His fingers slid down her belly. "And you will sit here prettily and let me."

[okteiviakom]

"Well," Octavia said, her mouth feeling dry all of a sudden. "You like a challenge."

(She'd said that already, hadn't she?)

[my_own_advocate]

He wouldn't point that out.

Especially not now, as Lucifer slid his fingers between her legs, over sensitive skin, and rubbed her firmly without hesitation or preamble.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia made another helpless noise. It was too -- direct, too fast. Not entirely comfortable.

And yet no actual objection came.

[my_own_advocate]

"That's it," Lucifer murmured. He lingered for a moment longer, and then... let his fingers slip further down, tracing her folds under the water. "You just sit there."

[okteiviakom]

"Don't have a choice," Octavia muttered.

Which one of them was she saying that to? Either. Both.

[my_own_advocate]

"No," Lucifer agreed.

His hands settled on her thighs, and-- squeezed. Not quite hard enough to bruise, but close enough to flirt with the risk.

"You're helpless."

[okteiviakom]

It felt unfamiliar, under the water.

Octavia's posture went a little straighter with her inhale. Her hands closed and opened uselessly, helplessly, at her sides.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer's hands slid up a bit, resting on her waist. His thumbs-- dug into the muscle of her back, trying to force it to yield. To do as he wanted.

[okteiviakom]

Took some effort.

But it began to work again, slowly but surely, with a muted sigh from Octavia.

[my_own_advocate]

"Now that's better," Lucifer said. Voice low, fingers sliding up once he was satisfied with one knot. On to the next.

[okteiviakom]

"I'm trying," Octavia murmured.

Almost said something else, then... held it back.

[my_own_advocate]

"Hm," Lucifer hummed. Statement, question, both?

He slid his hands up onto her shoulders, gripping tight. Fingers digging into the muscle, of course.

[okteiviakom]

Of course.

Octavia took a slow, deep breath through her nose. And, held it.

Just for a moment.

[my_own_advocate]

"Bit louder, darling," Lucifer murmured.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia let her eyes slip closed again.

The next inhale? Was louder. The exhale through her mouth, as well.

[my_own_advocate]

"Like that," Lucifer said, almost a rasp, but not quite.

He let his fingers feather briefly along the side of her neck.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's shoulders tensed a little with her shiver: she forced them back down again, forced the muscles to relax.

She kept breathing.

[my_own_advocate]

And then--

His hands were back on her back, finding the tension along her spine. He was certainly not gentle about it now.

[okteiviakom]

Good.

Octavia focused on nothing except that and her breathing (in through the nose, out through the mouth, in through the nose --) and feeling deep-seated tension slowly give way under his hands.

No choice, right? No choice but compliance.

[my_own_advocate]

(Unless she needed one.)

"Good," Lucifer whispered, and pressed his fingers into another knot, and, "Good," he said again, over and over, until he found himself satisfied with the feeling of her--

Relaxed? Was that the word?

[okteiviakom]

Slack, maybe. Her shoulders hung loose and her back wasn't rigid.

All that was there was her breathing, and the echo of his last 'good' hanging in her head.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer's hands slipped back onto her thighs. He held them there.

Listened to her breathing, thinking about what should come next.