The OceaNyx, Approaching Fandom, Sunday Afternoon

[my_own_advocate]

Wasn't it always best to be eager to leave and equally eager to come home? No? Admittedly, both the desire to leave and the desire to return had been cloaked in some, ahem, unexpected emotional drama, but after reconciling several days ago, the mood had settled on the OceaNyx.

And thus, their route home had been rather less rushed than Octavia and Lucifer had originally intended for it to be. The extra time had been useful, if only to figure out how to work Duke's current troubling predicament into their daily routine without losing sight of each other again.

But now they were pulling back into the bay, and Lucifer was in what went for a galley on this small boat. Working on his 'we're back home, hurrah' lunch spread.

It wasn't with quite as much cheerful energy as on the way out, but it was certainly better than where he had been just a week ago, so. Small favors.

[[ for them who are on the boat. ]]

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[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer blinked, startled. "Octavia?"

[betterthanaplan]

Duke sucks air in through his teeth, staring wide-eyed at her.

“It —“ he started. “Did that —“

He was afraid to believe it.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia knew there was only one way to make sure. Without letting herself or anyone else think about it too long, she grabbed Duke's wrist.

And nothing happened.

Now, her eyes were really wide, and she exhaled a breath like she couldn't believe it. "It's... It's gone."

[my_own_advocate]

That weird squeaky noise?

That was Lucifer's surprised laugh. "It is?" he said. "It is!"

[betterthanaplan]

It went well with the aborted squawk that Duke let out.

He stared at her hand on his wrist, then up at her.

“It’s gone?”

He yanked the glove off his free hand with his teeth and reached up to rub his thumb over her cheek.

“It’s really, really gone?”

[okteiviakom]

Octavia leaned right up into the touch. Half needy, half desperate to prove it.

"I just feel you."

[my_own_advocate]

Shut up. Lucifer wasn't crying.

"So we worked it out," he said. Not crying.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke would wonder about that in a minute, the where and the what of it, but for right now, he was diving into Octavia’s space, both hands moving to cup her neck as his lips met hers.

[okteiviakom]

Oh.

Now why was this the part that made Octavia tear up? Even as she surged up to meet him, to kiss him like her life depended on it.

[my_own_advocate]

They were beautiful. Oh, they were always gorgeous, but now, especially, Lucifer couldn't take his eyes off of them.

[betterthanaplan]

It made up for the hard stuff, at least a little. This feeling bubbling in Duke’s chest as he pressed himself to her, still so much covered in cloth but touching as much as possible.

Moment alike this made him believer they might really make it. The Ground and Heaven and Hell and Haven be damned.

[okteiviakom]

One of Octavia's hands found the back of his neck, the other tried to slide under the hem of his shirt, just to find whatever slivers of skin she could. Touching, feverishly.

The laugh that bubbled up against Duke's lips sounded a little strangled.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer had let them have that moment. Was still, technically, letting them have it.

But he gave in to temptation himself, and slid his arms around them both. Wanting to keep them there like that.

[betterthanaplan]

Duke came on for air with a laugh of his own and pressed a kiss to whatever bit of Lucifer he could reach.

“Oh my god, it’s gone. I love you both so much.”

[okteiviakom]

Octavia pressed a stray kiss against the underside of Duke's jaw, and nuzzled at whatever part of his neck she could. Just stealing little touches while letting Lucifer crowd them as much as he wanted to.

It felt right.

[my_own_advocate]

"I love you too, darling," Lucifer laughed, and kissed Duke's cheek on the other side.

Helping her blanket him in affection.