Deck of the Cape Rouge, Friday Morning

[my_own_advocate]

Life appeared to have settled some on the Rouge - and in the mansion, where a great deal of conversations had taken place over the last few weeks. Lucifer, for his part, rather enjoyed the calm-- the heavy burden of foreboding and tension had lifted entirely from his shoulders.

It had been, he had to admit, quite a while since the last time he felt that way.

And so he found himself out on the deck surprisingly early, wrapped in an incredibly thick and clearly expensive blanket, sipping from a mug of hot chocolate, feeling all right with the world.

In fact, he might have even been humming one of the classics under his breath.

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[okteiviakom]

"Not even a little?" Octavia tried, and, okay. Although her voice was still quiet, it at least came out more steady this time.

[my_own_advocate]

"Not even," Lucifer confirmed.

His hand rubbed soothingly at her back for no particular reason.

[okteiviakom]

"Damn," Octavia breathed.

She was beginning to relax out of her clinging. It was a good thing.

[my_own_advocate]

"Language," Lucifer chastized softly. Teasing.

[okteiviakom]

It earned him a soft snort. Good job.

"I can do worse."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer batted his eyelashes. "Really? Prove it."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia pulled back just enough to actually see him.

And said, simply, "Cock."

[my_own_advocate]

"Scandalous."

You didn't have to sound so approving, Lucifer.

[okteiviakom]

Snort. "I learned from the best."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer chuckled, and shifted his head until he could catch her lips with his own.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia kissed him back. Of course.

And a little grateful.

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer's fingers slid up. He let his knuckles skim against her cheek. "Beautiful," he murmured.

[okteiviakom]

"Yeah, you are," Octavia replied.

A little too soft for the joke.

[my_own_advocate]

Another, much quieter chuckle.

He rubbed against her nose with his, ridiculously.

[okteiviakom]

Ridiculous, but perfect.

Octavia made a noise that said something similar. Amused but soft.

[my_own_advocate]

"There you are," Lucifer said, a small smile on his face. "My Octavia."

[okteiviakom]

"Did I go somewhere?" Octavia murmured.

But there was one of those tiny lopsided smiles of hers on her lips.

[my_own_advocate]

"Just a little bit," Lucifer murmured, "And not too long."

[okteiviakom]

"Well," Octavia sighed. "Good to be back."

[my_own_advocate]

Lucifer smiled and kissed her mouth again, then slid his arm back down to her waist.

[okteiviakom]

Octavia was holding on to her awkward embrace. It felt important to her, so she'd linger a little longer.

But she gave a content little sigh.

[my_own_advocate]

"Good," Lucifer murmured softly, at that sound. "We are sailing through some tough times, but... we're figuring it out, I think."

[okteiviakom]

"Bit by bit," Octavia agreed, in the quietest possible murmur.

She wanted to believe in it, anyway.

[my_own_advocate]

"Bit by bit," Lucifer agreed. "And every argument we end in peace and compromise is another victory."

[okteiviakom]

"Yeah," Octavia sighed.

One of her hands moved, trying to get more squarely under his expensive blanket.

"And it's hard work."