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Lucifer's mansion, Wednesday evening

It was Wednesday, and Duke had spent the day primarily at the mansion, talking to an architect and an engineer about were and how to get an indoor pool with plenty of natural light into the building's basement.

Now he was in the kitchen, cooking up a nice, simple shrimp scampi, dressed up with the inclusion of fresh pasta. It was one of his first forays into making his own pasta, and while the noodles were definitely a bit on the uneven side, he was pleased with the results.

Now all he needed was his boyfriend, and Date Night could get properly underway!

[for him as is mentioned]

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“Just want to make sure I’m not forgetting some wine trauma or something,” Duke said. He turned to get the Chardonnay he’d spotted earlier from the fridge. “I know I’ve been pretty self-centered, lately. Trying to work on that.”

"And I do appreciate it," Lucifer said, as he settled into a chair at the table. "But in this particular case, no, it's merely preference. With shrimp."

“Gotcha.” Duke set the wine on the table and looked for the opener. “Glad I went for options then.” Ah, the opener! He came back to the table to pop the cork.

“I am forgetting something though. What — glasses.”

A graceful turn to snag the two wine glasses he’d set aside earlier.

“There we go. Anything else?”

"Your gorgeous arse in that chair," Lucifer said, amused. He gestured at said seat. "Please."

Duke waggled his eyebrows at him. “Yes, sir.”

He sat.

Lucifer chuckled. "So what were the contracters like?" he asked, as he scooped up his first bite with his fork.

Duke shrugged. “Like contractors. Professional, knew their stuff, didn’t try to upsell me on anything. . . . Admittedly, with what I’m asking for, who needs upselling?”

"They essentially have an unlimited amount of money to play with," Lucifer added. "I hope you didn't try to pin them down on a budget?"

“Nah. They tried to get me pinned down on one but I just kept saying the money wasn’t the important part.”

"Good," Lucifer said approvingly. "We need their wildest bloody ideas, not a prefab."

He took another few bites. It was good.

“Even if their ideas involve nets?” Duke teased, digging into his own dinner. “Draped from the ceiling, climbing to the water slide. . . .”

Lucifer paused. "What kind of contractors did you get?"

Duke laughed. “Structural people,” he said. “I figured you’d want to oversee the design yourself.”

"Well, obviously, curious as I am as to what you would come up with," Lucifer said. "I do draw the line at netting in our house."

“I’m aware,” Duke said wryly. “I won’t ask for anything plaid, either. I was thinking of a little rocky waterfall on one end, though. . . .”

"Oooh, that would be pretty," Lucifer mused. "... I suppose we couldn't convince Octavia to cosplay a mermaid."

“Not easily,” Duke said. “But that doesn’t mean we couldn’t still maybe watch her play with it. Naked.”

Lucifer made a happy noise at the mental image.

And then... remembered he'd made a promie to Octavia not too long ago, and reached for his wine. He took a sip.

"Speaking of Octavia naked," he said, "I heard the two of you had a conversation recently."

Duke squeezed his eyes shut. “Oh god. Yeah, I screwed or up. I’m aware.”

"I'm not bringing it up to yell at you, darling," Lucifer said gently. "Merely trying to see if I can help."

He scooped up a bite of food. "How do you feel about it?"

“About just. Trying to rush her into a kink she’s not comfortable with with me? Oh, just awesome.”

Duke let out a sigh and leaned back in his chair.

“And then of course I got all defensive and just made it worse.”

"You do have a tendency to do that," Lucifer allowed, sipping his wine. "I get the impression that perhaps you were excited about discovering something in yourself and wanted to include her?"

“Without really giving her time to tell me she’s not into it,” Duke agreed. “If it helps, I talked to a therapist about this.”

A new one he was breaking in. Wheeeeeeeee.

"And how did that go?"

Lucifer took another bite.

Duke shrugged. “Fine. Therapist had some suggestions about what kind of conversations Tavi and I could have.”

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