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You don’t always show your skin. You tend to hide underneath your uniform or wear long sleeves and cover yourself up with many layers. It is lost to you whether it's a part of your aesthetic or a habit due to the stigma you've endured in the human world. Form fitting and skin showing has always been something you veered away from. However, nothing stops you from wearing a comfy pair of shorts and t-shirt to bed.
So, when you show up to Satan's door step wearing your smallest shorts and a loose fitting shirt, he notices.
At first, he makes nothing of it, but eventually he realizes that this is a sign that you are comfortable around him. As far as he’s aware, no one else sees you like this. This is because you and Satan have made it your routine to have late, almost book-club-like, meetings once or twice a week. Any other time he would see you dressed in a similar fashion would be any chance late night rendezvous in the kitchen, along with Beel and any other hungry night owl. Detective Satan eventually figured out that it's how you dress when you're ready for bed. And as the whole household knows, when you're caught sleeping is when you are the most vulnerable.
Meaning that you, a human, choose to be vulnerable around him, a demon.
“Satan, do you mind if I close my eyes… just for a bit?” Your voice pulls him out of his musings.
The blonde looks over at you and grins. “You know, you could just go back to your room and sleep.”
A yawn. “I’m not tired though. Just need to close my eyes. For two seconds…” Your eyelashes flutter and you softly plop your book beside you as you feel yourself disintegrate into Satan’s bed.
Satan shakes his head and chuckles as he continues reading in his book. “Only for two seconds, then. After, you’ll get some rest, okay?” His words do not make it to your brain as you mumble and mutter something that sounds like a response. He watches you from his lounge chair for a moment, catching a glimpse of the way you tussle. A soft sigh escapes him as he pushes his nose back in the book, engrossed in the chapter he’s reading. It’s okay to let you sleep, he mused, it only solidified his theory that you were utterly comfortable with him.
It shook him to his core how someone who was the complete opposite to him could value him and see him as safe. I mean, he was Satan, Avatar of Wrath, born a demon and one of the seven rulers in the Devildom. Yet a soft human, descendant of an angel, was sleeping in his bed.
You were an anomaly, for sure. He peered up from his book as he let his eyes lay upon you. He inhaled sharply at the sight. Your shifting caused the hem of your shirt to ride up, revealing the plushness of your stomach. Your shorts were already short to begin with, but Satan watched as your thighs squished together.
He felt embarrassed and turned on. He was taken aback by his reaction, it's as if he were a blushing virgin. It’s not like he hasn’t seen someone naked, and hell, you weren’t even dressed in lingerie. However, something about seeing your skin set him on fire. Seeing you like this and knowing he was, ironically, blessed. As if he forgot he was a demon, a sin, and just felt the unholy desire to let his hands devour your body. His mind's eye filled with a vision of gripping your thighs and your sweetly soft stomach pressed against him.
He wanted you. He wanted to be able to see every side of you. At this moment, he felt as if he was sinning for the first time. He bit his lip and felt a deep rage boil inside him. He felt embarrassed for gawking at you so openly, while you were innocently sleeping. Yet, he couldn't look away from your soft form, watching your chest rise and fall slowly. His eyes gleamed as they hungrily traveled across your body. Oh, how he wanted to destroy you.