betterthanaplan | The Cape Rouge "day spa", Sunday

It had taken some doing, but Duke had managed to get his hands on some outrageously expensive skincare products to lavish on Lucifer during his "spa" pampering, and he'd done his best to prep both the pillow room and the sauna on board the Rouge to match. He'd picked up some lotus silk pillow cases, and 700 thread count Egyptian cotton sheets for the massage table (so he wouldn't slide off when things got hot and sweaty).

All of it in silver, champagne, white with occasional pops of jewel tones, to match the color scheme of the white caviar pearl infused cremes and lotions.

Duke really hoped Lucifer liked it. He was only just realizing as he looked at it checking for any final touches needed that it might be a little too 'Silver City' for full relaxation.

He decided to go get Octavia and Lucifer before he could go full neurotic on that question.

[For the partners! And likely slow play somehow even with all three of us in the same timezone for once!]

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okteiviakom

"More or less," Octavia said, for her own part, her voice a little lower. It just did that on its own. ('Service' was a loaded word, but in many good ways.) "Speaking of, anything I can provide right now?"

She wasn't much of a masseuse, as much as she'd meant to learn.

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my_own_advocate

"Eat something, enjoy yourself," Lucifer said, a soft teasing note in his voice - and then a sigh, as Duke found very nice muscles. "Talk to us."

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betterthanaplan

Duke turned his attention to Lucifer’s toes.

“What would you like her to talk about?”

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okteiviakom

"Excellent question, jaka," Octavia said as she turned to get herself a glass for the juice.

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my_own_advocate

"Tell me about-- the food." He wasn't. Quite. In the mood for anything sexy just yet. "Why did you pick what you did?"

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okteiviakom

Octavia looked over at the almost-but-not-quite overflowing tray. "Well, first of all, ease of eating," she said, as she reached for the jug. "Stuff that you can just grab, and there won't be a mess. That's why I took the pits out of the cherries."

She poured juice into her glass.

"I also wanted there to be variety. Sweet things, salty things, dry things -- whatever the opposite of 'dry' is for a fruit? Juicy things?"

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my_own_advocate

"Juicy things," Lucifer agreed.

He was very glad his intensely stupid smile was hidden against the massage table, yes.

"Good thinking."

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betterthanaplan

“She’s wise, our Tavi,” Duke agreed, working gently on the much ignored tendons on the tops Lucifer’s feet. “Osir briyon gona.”

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okteiviakom

"I don't think it's wise, just smart."

Just take the compliment, Octavia.

"Anyway, so, I picked the fruit because they were easy, and they looked good." Not necessarily aesthetically (though that, too) but rather qualitywise. "I picked the chocolates because they seemed like... your style. Handmade, not factory stuff."

A pause. She worried her lip between her teeth for a second before landing on a word.

"Tailored, if chocolate was tailored."

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my_own_advocate

Lucifer let out a soft grunt as Duke's talented fingers found something-- quite in need of his attention. "I," he said, and then, "Yes. They are... my style."

And she'd known to pick them, even though he knew it wasn't hers.

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betterthanaplan

Duke smiled and pressed a kiss to Lucifer's ankle. Then started on his calf.

"We pay attention, babe."

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okteiviakom

"We do," Octavia agreed, picking up one of the chocolates. "And you like nice things."

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my_own_advocate

This bloody smile was going to become embarrassing. "I do."

He felt his focus shifting to Duke's hands more closely. "Though I hope you enjoy it, too. Today."

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betterthanaplan

“My hands have never been so soft,” Duke assured him. “This stuff is nice. And sea-based, which you know I’m into.”

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okteiviakom

"And I don't think we'd pick anything we were actively not into," Octavia added.

She bit into the bonbon.

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my_own_advocate

"I had hoped," Lucifer said. "But you know I enjoy it when you indulge."

He should probably stop talking and let Duke do his absolutely lovely thing, he reflected.

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betterthanaplan

Duke didn’t mind if he did both.

“We do,” he said. “And we like to see you do it, too. You don’t ask a lot of us, when it comes right down to it.”

Not seriously. He commented on them, but never asked them to change.

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okteiviakom

"You really don't," Octavia agreed. (Maybe on a slight delay - it had been some really good chocolate.) "That's part of why this is for you."

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my_own_advocate

"Thank you," Lucifer said. Soft.

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betterthanaplan

“You’re welcome,” Duke said firmly, meaning it in every sense. “Always. Forever.”

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okteiviakom

Oh, hey, that was Octavia's hand sliding onto Lucifer's back, just then.

"Sha," she said. Just the one word, but with a lot of weight behind it.

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my_own_advocate

They really needed stop making Lucifer feel some kind of way. (They shouldn't.)

"Oh, get on with the massage already," he said, with a laugh and a voice that was breaking only a little bit.

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betterthanaplan

“As you wish,” Duke said, entirely too pleased with himself as he worked on Lucifer’s other calf.

Slowly working his way up towards Lucifer’s ass.

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okteiviakom

Octavia pressed her hand down just a fraction firmer at the sound of Lucifer's voice.

Totally helping with the massage, drawing lazy shapes against his upper back, over his spine.

"Just take it, skaifaya."