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Adam doesn't get bothered by a lot of things.
He's a high class angel, has been granted more holy powers than he knows what to do with, he can teleport himself to his heart's content, he can summon whatever the fuck he desires at any given moment.
He's the leader of an angelic legion that only exists so he can watch countless hot chicks spar with each other in skimpy uniforms, enthusiastic bimbos that would bend over backwards for him at a snap of his fingers.
He fucks women left and right, some of them fans of his music, some of them his own soldiers but either way they'd rip their own wings out and fall straight down to hell for the chance of bouncing on his dick just once.
He hasn't had to train or do any work at all in centuries because his gorgeous battle bitch of a lieutenant is loyal to a fault and so down bad for him that she does all the boring bullshit he's supposed to do.
Adam carries himself with the confidence only the first human soul to ever enter heaven could possibly carry himself with. He struts instead of walking, he hasn't had a single worry ever since he's entered the pearly gates.
And how the fuck could anyone blame him? Everything's been sunshine and rainbows as far as Adam and his cock are concerned, the only opinions that fucking matter, if Adam does say so himself.
No, Adam doesn't get bothered by a lot of things.
However, she is one of them.
The bitch is just as beautiful as he remembers her in his nightmares. Her dark blonde hair still falls down to her thighs like silk, she's still got legs for days even without the slutty fucking stilletos she seems to be rocking these days. Her dress screams rapebait in Adam's humble opinion, long and red with a neckline that might as well go down to her fucking navel.
Her head is cocked slightly, that same self-assured smile on her lips he loathes so much. It's been millenia and it seems she hasn't changed one fucking bit.
"Hi there, darling." Her voice is too melodic, too warm for the type of person that she is. It's how she lures you in. "Long time no see."
The air is thick with tension, so thick it could probably be cut by a blade. His eyes are fixated on her but he feels Lute's gaze on him. He senses her inner turmoil of emotions, the confusion, the slight panic at his silence, which he knows is eerily unlike him. She's waiting, not for an explanation but for an order. Following his orders gives her security, the guidance she needs when her own emotions overwhelm her.
Tough shit because right now, Adam's own emotions are going fucking haywire. "How the fuck did you get up here, Lilith?"
That pushes Lute's emotions into a direction they're both very familiar with. "Lilith?" Her voice is thin, trembling with an amount of rage that always amazes him. She's so small and yet, packs so much heat.
Lilith's intense gaze wanders from Adam over to her and it immediately makes Adam's stomach twist into an anxious knot. Fuck, he hates that feeling, that feeling only Lilith is able to instill within him.
"And you are...?" The way she asks this is casual, she doesn't even bother feigning any interest, merely rasing her eyebrows at the silly little angel interrupting their conversation.
A sharp scrape of metal cuts through the air as Lute unsheates her sword. Shit, she's gonna go full fucking gremlin mode if Adam doesn't step in. "About to separate your fucking head from your body -"
"Lute", Adam says, a clear warning in his tone, holding his hand up just slightly. "Go grab me a slushie."
He pointedly ignores the way his chest flares up when Lilith's lips curl at his request. He feels Lute's resistance, the way her energy is wavering. She's tense, torn between her urge to follow his orders without question and the urge to defend what she perceives as his honor.
"But sir, don't you think I should -?"
"Now, Lute."
He knows she won't flinch, won't show any weakness with another person other than them around, even though his tone is harsher than he's ever spoken to her before. Sure, he snaps at her, insults her on the daily whenever things don't go his way, but that's part of who he is. This isn't the same. There's an urgency to his tone he's never had to use before.
"Yes, sir", she says unsurprisingly, however with clear resignation in her voice that stabs his heart like a needle. He wants to look at her, smile at and reassure her enough so she'll be able to leave without an additional cloud of doubt and numbing anxiety over her head.
They might not talk about it, not really, but, Adam is very fucking aware of the toxic acid pit his lieutenant's mind turns into whenever she's alone with her thoughts for too long. Shit, if he could just give her a smile, a look.
He can't. He doesn't dare to look away from Lilith, not while Lute is still close.
The door clicks and Adam deflates ever so slightly. The tension is still there but his stomach unchurns. Now he just has to deal with whatever bullshit Lilith is going to throw his way before Lute comes back.
Lilith's gaze has followed Lute out the door. Now, she's turned back to him, lips curled into an amused smile that makes him want to snap her neck with his bare hands. "Cute little kitten you got there."
She starts peeling her gloves off with no care in the world, as if she intended to make herself comfortable here. Entitled fucking bitch. Adam wants to say as much but he can't get the words out, his throat tied with something he still can't identify to this day. He just can't seem to figure out whatever it is Lilith does to him. The cunt might as well be a straight up witch.
"How long you had her for?"
"Since the legion." He's not sure why he's even giving her an answer. Maybe just so they can drop it. He's not going to be chatting about Lute with her.
His answer seems to surprise her. She stops at her second glove, one eyebrow raised at him. "Really? She must be quite the entertaining toy if you didn't break and discard her yet."
She resumes taking her other glove off. "I guess I can see why. She's somewhat of a feral one, isn't she? And she looks at you like you hung both the moon and the stars. That would be just your type of woman, wouldn't it?"
"What the fuck are you doing up here?" His fists are clenched by his sides as he forces the words out between his teeth and he can tell that she notices, her gaze dropping down before going back up to him, the satisfied glint in her eyes making him tighten his fists even more.
"Really? We haven't seen each other in millenia, big boy. No interest in catching up?"
"Pretend like you give a shit if it makes you feel better but I fucking won't. Now fucking spill it, bitch."
Lilith sighs in exasperation, unceremoniously letting her gloves drop to the floor. She's kicking off her heels now too, and as if the amount of deliberate disrespect she's displaying wasn't enough as is, it doesn't even bring her down as much as Adam would prefer.
He's so used to being surrounded by angels, tiny women the quarter of his own size, with Sera being the only one taller than him, that he's almost forgotten that Lilith is nearly the same height as him.
The only woman he was never able to look down upon. His chest flares up once more, anger pulsing where an unknown emotion threatens to numb him.
"Alright then. I'm here to make a deal with you."
Even though he's the one who demanded she cut right to the chase, the simple answer leaves him dumbfounded. "A deal? You? With me?"
Her smiles widens. "That's exactly what I said just now, great job, darling."
Adam's face heats up with rage but she doesn't even bother letting him attempt to quip back. "I want out of hell. I want a place in heaven."
His anger evaporates. He throws his head back with a barking laugh. The bitch can't be for fucking real. "Right, uh-huh. You want me to lick your fucking clit while we're at it?"
Lilith doesn't seem phazed by his reaction one bit. She lazily curls a strand of hair around her finger, still giving him that same infuriating smile. "You were never any good at that the handful of times you tried, so I'll pass, thank you."
Oh, the fucking cunt. Adam's grin freezes on his face and he's back to floating in a sea of emotions he can't fucking identify, clinging to a raft made of rage. "Well, the answer is no. Now fuck off, get back to the clown-ass-manlet you dumped me for."
"You're still bitter about that?"
She sighs again, tilting her head to the side in feigned sympathy. "Oh baby, it's okay to miss me ~"
Adam's fingernails are digging into his own palms at this point. He's ready to blast his holy light down her throat and fucking split her in half. "Don't flatter yourself, you arrogant cunt. Now get the fuck out before I -"
She gets in his face with one step forward and Adam fucking hates how that effectively shuts him up. He sucks in a sharp breath without meaning to, frozen barely an inch away from this gorgeous face that makes him want to break things, this fucking siren who does things to Adam's confidence like no one else ever possibly could.
He refuses to admit it to himself but he does know what it is. A fraction of the same emotion is what he feels towards Sera, who is the High Seraphim, his literal superior. Only around Lilith, the feeling multiplies in ways that turn him from the confident, menace of a man - the first fucking man - that he is, into a helpless little boy.
Lilith, the first woman, is the only person who intimidates him.
"Before you what, Adam?" She lifts her hand ever so slowly, he can feel the heat of her palm even through his mask. "Before you challenge the first demonic overlord? The Queen of Hell? It wouldn't be an easy fight to win but even then, what do you think my husband would have to say about it? The King of Hell, who's more of an angel than you'll ever be?"
Adam's skin feels like it's getting pricked by a thousand needles, he's grinding his teeth with so much force that it's a miracle he didn't break his jaw yet. "All I gotta do is let Sera know you're here and she'll toss your ass back down there so fast, even your baby-dicked femboy husband lasts longer."
Lilith's hand glides down the side of his mask, a parody of a gentle caress between lovers. Even back in Eden, before Lucifer, she's never touched him like this in earnest.
"Funny you'd choose that to threaten me with, because my baby-dicked femboy husband doesn't need mommy to take care of his affairs for him."
Adam snarls, he can feel the heat pulsing through his veins, his golden eyes darkening as his hands start to glow. "You gold-digging, back-stabbing, arrogant fucking slut, I hate you -"
"I hate you too, you narcissistic, sexist, pathetic douchebag", she coos and with a wave of her hand, his mask and helmet melt away into thin air. Adam knows his cheeks must be flushed and he hates it, he hates showing his face to her, he hates that it's nothing special to her because she's already seen it millenia ago, he hates her, he wants to fucking rip her to pieces.
It takes Adam a couple of seconds to process what is even happening. Their kiss is rough, fueled by the passion of their disdain for each other and it sets his entire body on fire. His grip on her hips is bruising as he shoves her forward and against his closed front door, the door Lute disappeared out of mere minutes ago.
Adam fucks other women all the time, whenever he fucking feels like it. Granted, Lute is the only one he fucks regularly, she's his best babe, his favorite by far and always has been. But there's nothing romantic going on between him and Lute. Nothing. Nothing.
Then why the fuck are you so fucking worried about Lute catching you with her?
Lilith's fingers tangle in his hair while her other hand sneaks around him, digging into the meat on the back of his thigh through his robe. He can feel her smirk against his lips. "You really are a big boy nowadays, aren't you?"
He snarls, pinning her to the door with his knee between her legs as he tears at her dress. Red silk. "Fuckin' whore..."
She bats his hands away to stop him from ripping it and instead just lifts it up herself so it's bunching around her thighs. "Entitled fuckin'...stupid bitch..."
She yanks him closer by the front of his robe, her breath hot against his lips. "I was generous enough not to put on panties, so hurry the fuck up and do something with it instead of running your mouth, you whiney fucking man-baby."
Her fingers dig into the back of his neck when he grabs one of her legs by the thigh, lifting it up just enough. He's going to put it down as his anger flaring up but he hates how his hand is trembling as he guides his cock towards her cunt.
It's going to be a pain to fuck like this, her dress and his robe sloppily bunched up at their hips, but he fucking refuses to undress if she's keeping her clothes on. He's not going to give her that satisfaction.
Sure, because that's gonna show her, you pathetic fucking dumbass.
He's not being slow or gentle about it but the bitch doesn't seem bothered. Not that Adam expected her to be. She throws her head back against the door with a loud moan as he slams into her, her wet heat enveloping him like he was never even gone. Fuck.
It's been so fucking long, he hates her with a passion that makes his fingers itch to break something whenever her name is uttered anywhere. This shouldn't feel so much like coming home.
She's not making it any better with the shit she's saying, the way she's saying it. The way one of her hands is still gripping the back of his neck while her other hand is coming up to grip his jaw, like she's the one in fucking charge here. "Can't say I ever missed you much, but that cock of yours always was your one redeeming quality, babyboy..."
"Don't fucking call me that." He bottoms out only to slam into her again, and again, he's setting a rhythm that's both brutal and fast. He should be going slow, he should be doing everything in his power to make her fucking hate this. But shit-fucking-balls, it would be torture for himself as well.
Their marriage was a clusterfuck but as much as Adam hates admitting it, the sex they had was mind-blowing. They were the first humans to ever exist after all. They had a lot of exploring and experimenting to do, and whatever didn't make both of them scream and tremble with ecstacy got scrapped immediately.
Adam doesn't mind slow and gentle, it can be enjoyable, especially with Lute and how responsive she is, how sensitive to the slightest touch. But fucking hell, even when they go rough, she's so fucking tiny, one wrong move and he'd break her.
He could never fuck anyone the way he fucks Lilith.
And the bitch fucking knows it. "C'mon, gimme some sugar, big boy", she breathes against his lips, her eyes hazy with lust and Adam hates knowing that his are the same. "I'm not like that little kitten of yours -"
The hand that was gripping her waist shoots up, wrapping around her throat and slamming the back of her head against the door. "And don't fucking talk about Lute."
Choking her didn't get him a reaction, bashing her head didn't get him a reaction, but saying Lute's name again gives him one, one that makes his grip tighten around her throat, ram his cock harder into her and he hates that she takes both of it so fucking readily.
"That's right...Lute..." She's smirking even as her voice comes out raspy and choked. Her slender fingers wrap around his meaty wrist. "You named her I take it? Lutes aren't...unlike guitars, are they? Just softer...more delicate..."
She lets go of his wrist and instead yanks him closer by the front of his robe again. "My dear sweet ex-husband", she hisses, their lips brushing while she does, "I've never known you to be so romantic -"
"Stop fucking talking."
He kisses her, shoves his tongue down her throat with intent, a pleasant tingle running down his spine when she moans. He moves to grip both of her thighs now, lifting her up so she'll have to wrap her legs around his middle. That's fucking right, he could drop her if he wanted to, he's the one in charge, Adam, not Lilith.
Her back slams into the door with every single one of his thrusts now and he hopes, he damn near fucking prays that he'll manage to scratch her fancy dress up like this.
"Can't fucking stand it...the sound of your voice", he hisses when he breaks the kiss, leaning down to mouth at her neck so he won't have to look at her smug fucking face. "Always actin' like you know it all, like you're above everyone else."
Her arms are locked around his neck, one of her hands snaking into his hair. "Not everyone else, babyboy."
Her hand grips hard. "Just you."
Adam snarls and slams her back into the door with extra force. Her slightly pained groan is like a balm for the scratch on his ego.
She's more than a scratch, you know she is.
"Two-timin' cunt." He sinks his teeth into her neck and even though the mark will have disappeared by the time they are finished here, he's sure she's going to remember him putting it there.
Her back arches and she tightens her hold around his neck. Oh yeah, she'll fucking remember. "First me, now King Twinkface. That greedy fuckin' hole of yours just can't settle for the same cock for too long, huh?"
Her legs tighten around his middle. She's so fucking soaked, he's barely met with any resistance anymore, his cock sliding in and out of her almost with ease. He'll just have to go harder. Deeper. Fucking wreck her thirsty fuckhole just the way he used to.
"And just how many holes have you slid your cock into over the millenia?" She whispers in his ear, her tongue flicking over his earlobe, sending another pleasant shiver down his spine even when her words tighten his chest with anger.
"I'm a man, I'm the fucking man, women's holes were designed around my cock, as I'm sure you're fucking aware." He pulls her away from the door then as he snaps his fingers, sending them to his dressing room instead. He ignores her groan of protest and his own discomfort as he pulls out of her to bend her over the dressing table.
He grips a fistful of her hair and tugs, forcing her to look at her fucked out face in the mirror while he rams his cock into her again, pounds her from behind, the change in angle letting him hit deeper, better.
The bitch can fucking try getting in his face again now. The added bonus of making her see her her smeared make-up, the sweaty strands of hair plastered to her forehead, makes his cock twitch inside of her. "You're the original bad apple, Lilith. A filthy fucking whore. A disgrace for every good woman out there -"
"Oh, baby..." She says it wantonly, as if simply voicing her pleasure but he doesn't let himself be fooled. Not by her. She knows him better than he wants to admit but he knows her just as well and that glint in her half-closed eyes tells him she's more than ready to quip back.
"I'm so sorry to every single woman out there forced to interact with you, that losing me turned you into the original misogynistic prick...!"
He snorts without a trace of humor, reaching around her with his free hand to grope one of her tits above the fabric of her dress.
Fuck, Lilith always had deliciously big honkers but they seem to be filling his hand even more than they used to. Can they stay bigger after getting knocked up? Eve was still flat as a board even after he got her pregnant twice. Maybe he's imagining it but either way, he squeezes hard and he can't help himself groaning with approval.
"Wouldn't you love to paint me as the bad guy. I love women, I just hate whores."
It's Lilith's turn to snort but in her case, she's definitely amused. Adam yanks at her hair once for good measure, earning him a gasp but it doesn't shut her up. "And what does...fucking around with more women than...than the amount of years that...that passed since we've been... made to exist make you then, Adam?"
She's starting to have trouble speaking and while that would be an immense satisfaction for Adam's ego, her words just have to fucking ruin it.
"Men can't be whores, you dumb bitch -" He leans forward, wrapping his arm around her throat, glaring at her through the mirror as he fucks her. He hates how red his face is, hates the dark glow in his eyes, hates that she still gets to him like this, that he still lets her get to him like this.
He's fucking Adam, he's the first fucking man and she's just the bitch who betrayed him. She's nothing. She's less than nothing.
Her hands come up and she digs her fingernails into the meat of his arm, sending a jolt through his body. Fuck, he's close.
"Whatever...helps you sleep at night...slut ~" She coos with that same fucking smirk on her face and Adam's vision damn near explodes, he lets go of her and shoves her upper body down, pinning her to the dressing table with his hand between her shoulder blades.
His balls are tightening and he gives every single thrust his all now, grunting and cursing and calling her every fucking synonym for slut under the sun.
The bitch eats it up, moaning and pushing back against him, her fingers clawing at the desk. "Bet you can't make me cum...!"
He can. They both know he can.
He huffs though, despite the challenge irking him and it's so, so fucking hard to resist. But this is about winning and he's going to win this. Lilith might have won the battle all this time ago, but Adam intends to win the fucking war.
He digs his fingernails into her smooth flesh, too hard to be pleasant, crimson liquid dripping from under his fingers. "Wasn't planning on it, cunt."
She groans in pain, in protest, pushes back against him with a hateful You bastard and that is what does him in. He keeps her pinned to the dressing table, grunting obscenely as he pumps her full.
He never got her pregnant before but oh, he hopes he does now. It would be the ultimate satisfaction, having his ex-cunt and her pussy-boy raising his bastard for him.
The thought alone seems to double the length of his orgasm, even though he's not entirely sure if that's even possible. Fuck it. It feels amazing and he's left the bitch aching for her own release. Adam fucking won.
He stays inside of her just long enough to come down from his high, not a second longer. She twitches and groans in discomfort when he pulls out, his cum gushing out of her well-used hole and it feels like winning all over again.
"This a freebie or do I pay you now? Not sure how this shit works among your kind." Adam summons a big, comfortable armchair for himself to slump into, with perfect view of Lilith's cum-filled hole. He smirks, finally feeling like himself again. Chew on that, you arrogant whore.
Lilith lifts her head just enough so she can give him The Fucking Smirk through the mirror. With a wave of her hand, sweat-matted hair falls perfectly down her back again, her make-up is flawless and his cum dripping from her cunt disappears like it was never even there.
Adam's fingers dig into the arms of the chair. The comfortable exhaustion evaporates, his chest tightens up and his veins burn hot. Fuck, all the ways he loathes that bitch.
"Consider it a peace offering", she declares matter-of-factly as she straightens up, causally fixing her dress as if Adam didn't just slam her six ways to Sunday.
"Gonna have to bring more to the table than putting out once, Tits McGee."
"I'm not interested in becoming friends with you, Adam -"
"Ohhh, shot through the heart, Little Miss Gaping Hole."
She sighs in annoyance and Adam grins. It's not much but it's definitely satisfactory enough for the moment. "I still have a deal I guarantee you'll be interested in. Now that your main brain got dealt with, you think the smaller one is functional enough to listen?"
Adam wants to argue, he wants to tell her to stick her fucking deal so far up her hole that Lucifer wouldn't be able to reach it if he fucking crawled in there.
However, he can't deny that his interest is sparked. Lilith wouldn't come see him for something virtually impossible like a place in heaven if she didn't have anything to offer in return.
And he is gloriously fucked out. "Two minutes. Any longer than that, you're gonna have to play cowgirl to keep my attention on you, Queen Bitch."
She doesn't give him much of a reaction to that, which was expected but it still irks him. With a snap of his fingers, his soiled robe is good as new again and he leans back in his chair, hands folded above his stomach. "Ninety seconds left."
"Those weren't thirty seconds yet."
Lilith summons a cigarette with a wave of her hand. Adam yearns to do the same but he doesn't want the bitch to think that she gave him the idea. "I know you hate Lucifer and me -"
"Baby, nooo, you're my two favorite people in all the worlds! In fact, how about you call him here so ol' buddy ol' pal can suck my dick?"
"- which is why I wanna offer you a way to...get rid of some of that frustration."
She cocks her head in that infuriatingly knowing way again. "It's like an itch you can't scratch, isn't it? This grudge. Years, decades, millenia apart and you just can't let go. I felt it just now but I know you, darling, I knew before coming here."
He wants to wipe that confident smile off her face. But she's right and he's dying to hear what kind of fucking solution she thinks she has, so he says nothing.
She interprets his silence correctly. "Demons are our people. My people. Sinners are."
Adam snorts but otherwise lets her keep talking.
"What if once every year", Lilith takes a long drag from her cigarette, "You'd be permitted - by contract - to come down and...take down as many of them as you can? Sinners only. No hellborn."
Adam sits up a little straighter in his seat. Is she for fucking real? He can't deny that the idea excites him, fuck, it's exhilarating. His chest already feels significantly less tight just thinking about it.
And that aside, the legion would actually serve a fucking purpose other than getting his dick hard - which, to be fair, is purpose enough but still. "Thought you loved those walking shit stains."
Instead of answering him, she takes another drag from her cigarette. That won't fucking do. Adam leans forward, resting his forearms on his thighs as he looks up at her with raised eyebrows. "And what's short-ass got to say about that idea?"
"Lucifer has never been fond of sinners, he signed as soon as he was given the contract."
Adam notices she doesn't say 'As soon as I gave him the contract' but he stays silent. "'kay, whatever, I guess. But what about your kid -"
For the first time at all since she's showed up her face hardens and something close to anger flares up in her eyes. "Don't talk about my daughter if you don't want me to rip your little kitten's wings out. Feral as she is, she'd fit right in with -"
"One more word like that about Lute -" Adam can feel his hands flaring up, holy light sparking from his fingertips as he gets up from his chair. He steps closer until their noses almost brush. Lilith stands her ground, taking another drag from her cigarette as Adam stares her down. "- and I'll cut your little hellspawn's head off and use it as a fucking fleshlight."
Her nostrils fare and her hair seems to fill with electricity. Neither of them is backing down, their individual powers heating up their bodies and the air around them.
"We're on the same page then." Lilith's voice is thin and dripping with poison.
"Seems like we are." Adam's own voice is thick with malice.
Lilith holds her hand out to him. "So it's a deal then?"
Adam's gaze drops from her face to her held out hand. "Once a week."
"Once a year."
"Once a month."
"Once a year."
Adam's eye twitches. "Fine. It's a deal."
He grips her hand. His palm heats up, glowing strings of red and gold appear out of thin air, wrapping around their hands and pulling tight. The deal is sealed.
There's no fucking way this is actually happening. Is he in a booze coma and that's why his brain is making up the weirdest shit? It's not unlikely. Though he's never had an alcohol-induced wacko dream on quite this level of mind-fuck.
"This is gonna need time setting up." Adam pulls his hand away, flexing his fingers to get the feeling back into them after the sealing process. "Can't just have you strolling along the promenade or it's gonna be my ass."
"You'll never know what you might be into if you don't try it, big boy."
He scoffs at her and takes a step back again. It might be weird considering what they've been up to this past hour but she is entirely too close right now. "You won't tell me why you're hauling ass outta there, fine, it's a flaming shithole so I can't blame you. You at least gonna tell me how the fuck you got up here?"
Lilith takes another pull from her cigarette, making sure to blow the smoke directly in Adam's face. "I'm married to a fallen angel, Adam. I have my ways."
He rolls his eyes, holding back a cough from the smoke. Fucking bitch. "Word of advice, sweetheart. If you wanna seem mysterious, try not showing off your tits like they're puppies at the petting zoo. Or you wanna provoke one of the reasons I'll bet most of your people are down there for?"
"You're a loathsome pig."
"You're an easy whore."
They stare each other down for a long moment. When Lilith's tongue flicks out to lick over her top lip, Adam briefly considers kissing her just to fuck up her make-up again. "Pleasure doing business with you, Adam."
He snaps his fingers, sending them back to where they started. "Try not to fall on too many dicks on your way home, Lilith."
She disappears through the door as suddenly as she appeared earlier. Adam deflates with a long exhale, able to breathe properly for the first time since she showed up here. "What in the actual fuck..."
He puts his hands in the pockets of his robe and frowns when he feels something. Pulling it out, it's a rolled up piece of paper with a red ribbon around it. A copy of the contract. So he's not been fucking hallucinating for an hour.
He'll go through it later. His brain is still working on processing too much information at once and man, he's aching for a fucking cigarette. Just as he places the contract on his desk with another snap of his fingers, there's a gentle knock on the door. So gentle and it still makes him jump.
"Sir? Are you there?"
Her voice is muffled through the door and it has an unfamiliar waver in it but it's obviously Lute's. "I, I got the slushies -"
Adam's stomach churns once more. He runs a hand through his hair in a reflexive attempt to fix it, even though he literally powered up earlier, there's not a single trace of Lilith left on him. "Yeah, uh, come on in, babe, the bitch is gone."
The door opens and Lute steps through. He can't even see her face through the giant slushie cups she's holding against herself with one arm. A fond smile pulls at Adam's lips at the same time his heart clenches.
He snaps his fingers, the cups disappearing from Lute's grasp. "Come here, babygirl."
He doesn't wait for her to come to him, he picks her up, the door falling closed as soon as her body isn't holding it open anymore. She squeals in surprise the same way she always does whenever he randomly picks her up like this (every day, usually several times).
He holds her against him so she's practically sitting on his belly and smiles up at her. He doesn't say anything. He knows he should. He knows he would. But for some reason, he can't figure out what to say.
Lute's expression is unreadable. There's traces of concern in her eyes, that same adoring glint as always but she's not smiling back at him. When she gingerly runs the tips of her fingers down the side of his face, it hits him like a brick to the head. He had his mask on when she left.
"Was she any good at least, sir?" Lute asks and Adam feels like a bucket of ice water just got dunked over his spine.
He grunts and buries his face in her tits. His favorite place. "Good enough I guess." Her arms wrap around his neck, her fingers threading through his hair oh so gently.
Why the fuck is he feeling like this? Like...
A piece of shit.
"Is that all she came here for?"
"Nah, she had...she wanted a..."
He groans, holding her tighter. "Can we talk about this bullshit later? Haven't seen this cunt in forever only to have her randomly show up and murder my fucking vibe. Right now, I want my slushie and my couch and my babygirl."
He can practically feel her melting against him at his words. Shit-fucking-balls, he might fuck around and eat her out later tonight. Adam isn't a rug muncher, he did it for Lilith maybe twice and he can count the amount of times his mouth went to town on a pussy since after Lilith on two hands.
But all of those times were for Lute and fuck, he'll be damned straight to Lilith's and Lucifer's fucking doorstep if she doesn't deserve it.
"Anything you want, sir."
Case in point. Snapping his fingers once more, he sinks into the couch cushions, humming happily against her chest before gently lifting her from his lap to set her down next to him.
She promptly gets into her usual position snuggled against his side. With another snap, their slushies appear in their hands. "Let's pretend the bitch didn't show up until I tell you the kickass news later, 'Kay?"
"Understood, sir."
Her voice is unusually flat. Well, that worked fucking flawlessly. "Who's my best babe?"
This usually works. And truly, Lute relaxes completely against him, sighing happily when he wraps an arm around her. "Me..."
Adam's heart flutters a little. Nothing unusual, nothing weird going on. She's just...the cutest fucking thing sometimes. Objectively speaking. Anyone disagreeing with him on that gotta be legally fucking blind.
He starts threading his fingers through her hair. It's funny. With Lute cuddled against his side like this, his own idea of pretending Lilith wasn't even here, seems much, much easier somehow.