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Confident he may be with an overdose of cockiness. Mischievous he may be of a great deal with the men and women he meets. But Lucifer Morningstar proved to be nothing but serious with you that night.
As if there was no time to waste, as if he must do whatever it takes to treasure it.
To treasure being with you.
The way his perfectly groomed stubble grazed your neck, sent shivers down your spine. You felt secure with your legs wrapped tightly around his hips. Hovering over you, his hands roamed over your bare thighs with much generosity, as your dress remained pulled up to your waist.
Infused in pleasure, you certainly did not expect this few minutes earlier.
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(A few minutes before)
Your fingers were swift and unnoticeable, snatching the joint away from his lips. Therefore it proved to be easy to casually place it in your mouth, as you proceeded to take a slow puff.
“My my…” Lucifer began , “…aren’t you the daring type?”
Taking it out your lips, your eyes moved over to the ceiling. His gaze washed over you when you blew out smoke in an even line with patience. Little did he know it was far from daring, but a merely a desperate plea for courage instead.
Truthfully, you were surprised to find him upstairs all by himself when a party was about to begin at LUX. Which party exactly, you did not know. And quite frankly you did not care. Not today.
Sitting on the couch with a joint paired up with his usual glass of whiskey, Lucifer claimed he was tempted to have a little “Me time” as he ironically phrased it with a chuckle, amidst the party or the people waiting downstairs.
But he indeed called the shots, so who was there to oppose?
Blowing out of the final remnants of smoke out lips which found it to be foreign, you didn’t hesitate to put out the joint on the ashtray in an instant.
“Ah! I wasn’t finished with that, by the way…” Lucifer protested, with a hint of playfulness. But the moment you turned your gaze to him, he was suddenly quiet. For you were far from playful.
“Why do you let me stick around?”
You asked in a low voice.
He raised his eyebrows in response, “Whatever do you mean?”
You turned your body fully towards his direction, folding one leg under your dress as you did so.
“You’re a man who can have almost anything…” you said, “Heck! You can have any woman wrapped around you just like that!” You said, snapping your fingers on the last word, “So…Why…Why are you wasting most of your time… with me?” You asked, your voice growing louder by the end.
Pausing for a few seconds, Lucifer Morningstar gave up, bursting out into laughter.
“Y/N…” he laughed, “Darling…are you high?”
You shook your head slowly.
“Never been more sober Luce…” you replied, calling him by the nickname you used whenever you got emotional, “…even though I just smoked a bit of a joint…” you scoffed with a smile, “So why?” You asked, the smile suddenly fading away, “Why? Are you spending time with me? Why won’t you just shoo me away? Ask me to leave?” Pressing your crimson painted lips, you continued, “I know I’m not the most interesting woman in the world-”
“Depends on your definition of interesting” he spoke back with a smirk.
“And I’m certainly not the most beautiful…” you said, shaking your head “so…why?” You repeated, “Cause…I can think of dozen reasons why I spend time with you-”
Suddenly you watched Lucifer’s expression change to concern. As if he was not prepared for this conversation. He did not answer. But you could tell he was searching for one. You gulped nervously.
“Ask me!” You began.
“What?” He asked, eyebrows narrowing with more confusion.
“Ask me what I truly desire…” you said, “…go on Lucifer! Isn’t it your thing?”
“Y/N…I don’t know wha-”
“Fine!” You snapped, “If you won’t…then I will…” you continued, “Y/N..what is it that you truly desire?” You said. Never have you mocked this side of him, and you didn’t plan to do so now either. He could tell you sounded sincere.
Taking a deep breath, you felt your lips quiver, as you looked into his eyes.
“I want…” you paused, “I want to be in love…” you said, proceeding to exhale.
“But…only if it’s with…you”
You swore your voice grew weak, yet given his reaction he definitely managed to hear it.
Eyes widened, Lucifer certainly did not seem prepared.
“Y/N…” he began.
Desperation swallowed you whole, you were way past the surface of composure. And you didn’t care. Leaning forward, your hand pushed into the leather sofa. The leather creaked as you lifted yourself up.
Disregarding all that, you kissed him with all your heart.
Regrets may follow later on, but you were sure you will certainly have less of it.
Slowly pulling away, you looked down instantly, maintaining it with devotion. For you were embarrassed, and unable to place it anywhere else.
“Y/N…”
Lucifer’s voice filled with a warmth made you look up all the sudden, surprising you as his lips clashed against yours in response. And just like that, all forms of control abandoned you, and your body grew more lithe when he slowly pushed you back in convenience, and you complied.
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(Present)
Pressed against the leather couch with his weight on top of you, a moan left your lips as you felt your hips involuntarily roll against him.
Your ears were in for a surprise when you heard Lucifer grunt in reply, followed by his own body reciprocating to yours.
“Luce…” you breathed, as you held his face “I-”
A sudden hint of red glinted in his eyes, causing you to gasp.
What was that?
“Lucifer!”
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Maze’s voice echoed throughout the room with much clarity, every object in the room was not left untouched. It also suddenly broke the both of you apart from each other, as if you both just touched fire. Curling your legs up, you were surprised to find yourself perched on the side of the couch in response.
Faking a chuckle, Lucifer looked over to the woman.
“Well what is it…Maze?”
“The party…” she said curtly, walking towards the couch, dressed in leather, “…it’s about to start, sorry to interrupt” yet there was no trace of apology in her tone, but mere sarcasm instead.
“Right…” Lucifer said, “…the party…yes” realizing the reality that awaited him downstairs.
Turning back, he caught the sight of your flushed face. Parting his lips, he attempted to form a sentence. And you could tell.
And this time it was your turn to fake it.
Changing your expression to a happy one.
“Yeah man…you should go…” you said, changing your expression to an excited, enthusiastic one, “Oh my god…the party….how can you forget?”
“Yes…” Lucifer said, “How silly of me…” confused, he got up, straightening his jacket as he pulled out a handkerchief to wipe off the lipstick.
With one last look, he joined Maze in the elevator. And as the doors closed, you were left all to yourself, completely breathless.
But most importantly, confused and longing for answers.