Luke's, Friday after hours

[betterthanaplan]

In an attempt to feel less like their new "space" arrangement was actually a break-up in disguise, Duke and Octavia were having a date tonight.

At Duke's closed down diner. Look, restaurants that were open to the public were not for everyone, okay?

He'd busted his ass to make the place look a little less diner-y and a little more romantic. Most of the tables had been cleared aside and the whole place was lit by candle light, scattered across every surface. He'd made a meal heavy on the fruit, with salmon and pineapple kabobs and Caribbean confetti rice and pan-fried banana for dessert. The champagne cocktails were maybe a bit overboard for a "first date", but Duke didn't care.

Look, he only gave his romantic side free reign on rare occasions. When it happened, he went all out, okay?

[for the one!]

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[betterthanaplan]

“I love you,” Duke said. “So much.”

[okteiviakom]

Octavia closed her eyes on an exhale. Stayed where she was, holding his arm, letting him hold hers.

And breathed.

For a while.

"I wouldn't have minded getting to stay," she said, after a long silence, "when he threw us out."

[betterthanaplan]

“Yeah?” Duke smiled up at her. “It was a pretty spectacular weekend, without all our grownup issues getting in the way.”

[okteiviakom]

"That was Samael, though," Octavia muttered. She was keeping her eyes closed, like she needed to shut something off for a while. "Not our Lucifer."

But then those hadn't really been her and him as they were now, either. And it was all a bit beside the point.

[betterthanaplan]

“And with Luce it could be even better.”

[okteiviakom]

Octavia shook her head. "I don't want teenagers being stupid."

Not that she thought that was what he was after, either. But it felt like she should say it anyway. And then her eyes opened, slowly. Caught his, a little more steady than before.

"When you say you want to..." No, that wasn't right. "That you want us to date him, what do you mean?"

[betterthanaplan]

“I mean . . . dinners. And sleepovers and breakfasts. All three of us. What we have now, only . . . with more naked time.”

[okteiviakom]

Octavia kept it to herself that lately, that sounded more like what Duke and Lucifer had, between the two of them.

She hummed a vague response.

And didn't realize she was leaning a little more towards him than she had a moment ago.

[betterthanaplan]

Well, Lucifer hadn't recently told him he needed space. Also, he tended to just show up on the Rouge and demand attention.

"Does that sound nice to you?"

[okteiviakom]

It did.

But:

"You think he wants that?"

[betterthanaplan]

Well. He had until she asked like that.

"Do you think it'll hurt to ask him?"

[okteiviakom]

Octavia's head tilted by a fraction. "You know he doesn't hit on me, right?" she said. "And he was kind of weird when we were buying clothes."

And then there was Chloe.

"I don't know what he wants."

[betterthanaplan]

"I know he loves you," Duke said. ". . . Define 'weird'."

[okteiviakom]

"Probably, but he's never said so," Octavia muttered, though she didn't sound like she minded it. As Duke well knew, she said it herself when she felt it, not with an expectation of reciprocated words.

Actions mattered more, anyway.

She shook her head a little. "I don't know, he was just... rushing, a lot."

[betterthanaplan]

"Huh." Duke tilted his head. "Maybe he had some kind of . . . appointment?"

[okteiviakom]

"Not rushing like that," Octavia said, but found it hard to explain the difference. And just wound up shaking her head.

"I don't -- it's pointless to talk about this if we don't know what he thinks."

[betterthanaplan]

“No it’s not,” Duke said. “I want to know what you think. If you’re into the idea, then we’ll ask him. If you’re not, then . . . we won’t.”

[okteiviakom]

"I don't know what I think."

This wasn't exactly something she'd given conscious thought to before.

(At least if you didn't count stray thoughts from almost a decade ago.)

[betterthanaplan]

“Then take your time,” Duke said, tugging her back toward the food. “Whatever you decide, you’ll still have me. Okay?”

[okteiviakom]

Octavia let him tug her, but she really didn't feel like eating right now.

"Okay," she said, but she sounded vague and distracted.

[betterthanaplan]

“Hey,” Duke said, and this time moved to turn her to face him, drawing her between his legs. “I am not rejecting you. No matter what you or Lucifer decide, I am still in this.”

[okteiviakom]

Oh, that was a good move. Octavia was slow to turn, but turn she did.

Something hesitant about her face as she looked down at him.

"Swega klin."

[betterthanaplan]

"Swega klin," Duke confirmed. "Otaim."

[okteiviakom]

Octavia nodded slowly. And then just watched him for a moment, her hands coming up to rest on his shoulders.

"Do you know," she asked, her voice quiet, and softer than before, "that Lucifer speaks Trig, too?"

[betterthanaplan]

"I did not," Duke said. "Did you teach him the same way you've taught me?"