Octavia finally remembered what she'd been doing. She unzipped the jacket the rest of the way, and shrugged it off her shoulders. Underneath she was wearing a sweater - the sweater, in fact, the one that was probably haunting Lucifer's dreams right about now. It was black and thin, with a deep V neckline.
It was not very Octavia at all, but judging by how it clung to her curves, the sweater didn't know that.
She tilted her head at him and tried for a light tone. "Worried it won't go well?"
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Well. He wasn't wrong.
Octavia finally remembered what she'd been doing. She unzipped the jacket the rest of the way, and shrugged it off her shoulders. Underneath she was wearing a sweater - the sweater, in fact, the one that was probably haunting Lucifer's dreams right about now. It was black and thin, with a deep V neckline.
It was not very Octavia at all, but judging by how it clung to her curves, the sweater didn't know that.
She tilted her head at him and tried for a light tone. "Worried it won't go well?"