"oh, trouble, troublemaker, yeah that's your middle name"

olly murs— "troublemaker"

"Who the fuck! stole! my! milk!" I yell as my feet take me out of the lockers into the main room at the gym, where Colin, Paul and Bobby are training.

Colin immediately stops punching the bag and stares me, confused. Paul and Bobby, who are training together, make their way towards Colin to stand behind him, like they're hiding from something. "Who did it?" I repeat, trying to retain my breathing like it should be.

"Oh, oh." I hear Paul saying while stepping closer to Colin, who immediately lifts his hands into the air.

"I didn't do it!"

Bobby steps aside brusquely, but only with his head. "I was in the bathroom, you saw me and I declare that as my alibi!"

Paul does the same on the other side of Colin's body. "I was here and I have no idea how to prove it so please don't kill me!"

"I won't kill anyone, I just want to know who did it." I say keeping my tone calm, but on the inside, I want to know immediately who stole my milk, otherwise I don't see this ending in a good way.

"Lilith," Colin gets my attention "I know you're trying to sound normal right now, and we appreciate it because you're one of the scariest woman I've ever seen—"

"Yes." Bobby and Paul nod at the same time.

"But it truly looks like you're gonna kill us right now."

"What?" I take my hands to my waist while shaking my head. "No, I don't."

"Yes, you do." Colin nods. "And it's kinda terrifying."

"I've seen the exorcist three times," Paul says "and I'm more scare of you than the possessed girl. And she was on some weird shit!"

I lift an eyebrow. "Are you comparing me to the possessed girl in the exorcist, Paul?"

Realising his words, he immediately shakes his head as his eyes go wide open. I'm truly annoyed at my milk being gone, but this is funny as hell. "No, no, no! I'm just saying! You look scary! You're more beautiful than her! Way more beautiful!"

"Gorgeous!" Bobby joins, to help his friend out.

"Yes, gorgeous!"

I want to laugh, but I eat it inside.

"You have to believe us," Colin says making me lay my eyes on him "we didn't do it."

"Then who drank my milk?" I ask again.

"I did." A familiar voice speaks behind me immediately getting my chest to feel heavy.

Of course if had to be him.

"Cover yourselves!" I hear Paul say as I turn around to face the tall and asshole guy I have behind me.

Lucifer stares at me with an innocent smile on his face, he's shirtless with wet and messy hair... I have to be honest, I'm trying my hardest to not look down. "Why in the world you thought that was a good idea?"

He slightly shrugs his shoulders. "Coffee." Saying it like it's the most obvious thing in the world, it makes me hate what he did a triple worst.

"Coffee?" I ask, not being able to believe it.

"Yeah."

"Your bitter ass coffee? I bought that milk for my cereal, not your stupid coffee."

"I thought it was for everyone." The way he bites his lower lip I know he's hiding a smile, which takes me to believe he's doing this innocent act on purpose to make me even more angry and annoyed at his actions.

"Everyone?!" I finally snap. "I put a note that said Lilith on it! What made you think it was for everyone?!"

"I thought you wrote Lilith just so we all knew you bought it!"

"Why would I do that?! I didn't have cereal this morning because I woke up late for class! Not even one!" I complain. "That milk was mine to have on the way home! I even brought my special zip bag full of cereal! It has the word 'fuck' in it, I did it myself! You don't fuck around with the special zip bag!"

The chuckle that Lucifer lets out makes my insides boil. "And I should care?" He leaves his spot to walk towards the bags, where the rest of the guys are curiously hearing our conversation.

"Oooooooh, you're lucky there's people here otherwise I would be grabbing your head to snap it out of your body," I close my hand into a fist and start to punch my other hand with it as I follow him "to smash it into a million pieces!"

He turns around to face me, and I immediately look down to the grin on his face. "Do it, who cares that there's people here? I dare you." He teases.

"I'm holding her back!" Colin yells before I can even let out a word. He runs towards me and wraps his arms around my body from behind, while Paul and Bobby both run to stand in front of Lucifer.

"Colin!? What are you doing?!"

"We love Lucifer please don't do it!"

"He's the one that cook for us!"

"His pasta is really good you should try it!"

"Colin!"

"Please don't do it!"

"I'm not gonna do it!"

"It was a really good milk," Lucifer says with a smirk to tease me "what kind it was?"

"I'm gonna do it!"

"No!" Colin hugs me tightly as Paul and Bobby try to cover Lucifer by placing their bodies by his side. But my focus is now on Lucifer who couldn't help it anymore, a loud laugh escapes his mouth.

"That's it! You owe me a bottle of milk!" I yell pointing at him, still with Colin's arms around me.

"I owe you nothing!"

"I brought it! With my money! You better give it back!"

"Wait hold on—" He erases the smile of his face as his hand touches his stomach and looks down with a weird look.

"What are you doing?" I ask, furrowing my eyebrows.

"Trying to see if I can puke it and give it to you."

Ugh!

"Disgusting!"

"You told me to give it back! I'm doing what you told me!"

"You're an asshole!"

"And you're acting like a child!"

"Idiot!"

"Dumbass!"

"I hate you!"

"I hate you too!"

"I swear if you do it again I'm gonna," I start to punch my hand again.

"Oh, yeah, I'm so terrified." Lucifer says sarcastically turning around, freeing himself from the shield Paul and Bobby were trying to do with their bodies. Taking the opportunity, I move my body quicker than Colin could prevent it and walk to Lucifer ready to slap his arm.

Smack.

Lucifer slowly turns to me, not being able to believe what his arm just felt. "Did you just slap me?"

"Yes. A problem?" I ask crossing my arms around my chest. Without replying to me, Lucifer does the same as me but on my shoulder, making me open my mouth offended. "Asshole!"

"You started it!"

"Yeah? How's this?" I slap him again.

Which, inevitably, leads to a slap fight.

"Stop it!" Colin walks between us. "Ouch, Lucifer!" He complains when Lucifer accidentally slaps him. "You two are gonna bruise each other! And me!"

Rolling my eyes and taking a step back to leave the main room, I point at him. "Stay away from my milk."

He lets out a smirk. "Stop me, Avery."

He's lucky I know Covaliov is about to come into the gym, otherwise, it would be game over form him! Flipping him off, I finally turn around and enter the locker rooms to head towards the bathrooms.

He's so... ugh!

Fuck!

I just want to grab his lips and twist them around until he can't talk no more! Worst! Until he can't breath anymore!

What's up with that he thinks he can just grab my things!? My milk!?

And the fact that he has the audacity to enjoy my annoyance likes it's some kind of game for him! Laugh and chuckle! Like I just told a joke! My cereals are no joke!

As soon as I walk inside the bathroom my heart speeds at my head not being able to forget about it. His laugh and the way he grins at me... fuck!

I want to kiss him too, don't I?

What— no! Out of my head!

Like a fast truck, the memory of him kissing me the other night comes back to my mind. And now, my heart speeds and my chest feels heavy, turning around like a teenager who just talked to her first crush in high school.

It gets me angrier, I'm mad at him! I don't want to kiss him! I want to twist his lips not kiss them! They're thick, it can't be that hard for me to do so!

I seriously need to calm myself, the towel that I'm currently grabbing would scream if it would be alive.

Taking a deep breath in and out while grabbing another towel from the handles, I also close my eyes to calm my heart from speeding so fast. Covaliov can't see me like this, me wanting to kill his best boxer can't be good news for him.

"That was fun." His deep voice sounds behind me. Another deep breath comes into my mouth.

"Lucifer, I'm trying my hardest not to kill you right now." I say without turning around, just trying to put all of my focus on the towels that I have to pick up.

"Do it." He says out of the blue. Facing him confused, I stare at the little grin he has on his lips while his arms are crossed around his chest, laying on the doorframe.

"What?"

"Kill me." He whispers making the grin bigger. "Do whatever you want with me."

His raspy voice makes me have chills on my arms, my heart speeds processing what he just said, but there's no way I'm letting him know those words somehow affected me. He's teasing me, I know that. No way I'm getting trapped in. 

"You still owe me a bag of milk." I say rolling my eyes and turning around to grab the last towel there's left in the bathroom.

I hear a chuckle leaving his mouth. "I'll give you all the milk that you want."

"No double meaning intended?"

He doesn't say anything, so, wanting to see what's he doing, I face him again finding, just like last time, a smirk on his face. "Sure."

He better erase that fucking smirk.

Not because I'm hating it, but worst, it's making my heart speed again.

"You should come over later." Lucifer says getting closer to me.

Huh—?

"Come over?"

"To my apartment."

"Why?"

"Why?" He asks lifting an eyebrow. Arriving in front of me, he doesn't wait another second to lean closer to my face hitting me with his breathing on my skin. "Because the fight we just had, made me want you more than I already do."

Fuck.

He leans even closer to the point where I can feel his lips slightly brushing against mine. I don't pull back and neither does he, waiting impatiently for the other to end the space. As my eyes stare at his, I notice how they go down to my lips. They stay there as a grin becomes visible on his lips. "I'm not an asshole anymore?" He asks softly.

"You will always be an asshole to me." I reply in the same tone.

He slowly nods with a smirk, touching his nose with mine. "I'm glad to know that."

"Are you gonna kiss me or not?" I don't know where that came from, but it's too late to ignore it, my mouth says it in a whisper making Lucifer go back to my eyes as the smirk goes bigger. My heart speeds not being able to let go of the need to touch his lips with mine as soon as possible rushing through my body.

"Avery, if I do," he says softly "I don't think I'm gonna be able to control myself."

My heart drops.

How is he so good with words that they make me flutter?

"Covaliov wouldn't be happy to see us kissing, I know that—" He suddenly stops leaning a bit back away from my face. I immediately miss it, but when he tilts his head to the side and furrows his eyebrows, I just know whatever is gonna come out of his mouth, I'm gonna absolutely hate it. "Do you want me to kiss you?" He asks now lifting an eyebrow. "Because if you asked that, it means that you do."

Well, I wasn't wrong. Here I go again digging myself a hole because my mouth sometimes decides to talk without thinking. But, the years I've caught myself between the wall and a blade, I've learnt how to get away from it with ease.

Except with Ada.

That bitch has blades under her sleeve all the fucking time.

"You keep playing, teasing me, but you never make the final move. I'm just wondering why you're such a loser who can't complete what you started."

He lets out a side smile going back to the edge of my lips. "It's better to see you on the palm of my hand." He says softly gaining another drop of my heart. Shit. He steps away noticing my silence, but that doesn't prevent him from smiling, already knowing he's not wrong. "See you later, then?" He says going back to normal just like a switch had turned him off, and is asking me about homework.

Nothing that he just did is similar to that.

Without waiting for my answer, he turns around and leaves me behind.

He wants to play? He wants to tease me and have me on the palm of his hand?

Alright, let's see if he can handle it as well as I can.

With determination, I leave the towels inside the washing machine and leave the lockers to immediately locate Lucifer next to the ring facing at Covaliov, who's covering Lucifer's right hand with the bandages to start working out. I have to look for an opportunity to strike and make my move, something that would allow me to be discreet but at the same time let Lucifer know he's not the winner here.

"Avery." Covaliov's firm voice hits my ears. "Come here, I need you to wrap Lucifer's hand."

Ha!

I immediately eat the smile that wants to come out, a wonderful door just opened for me. "I'm gonna make this phone call before I forget." I nod before he takes the phone to his ear and leaves the room behind.

Walking towards Lucifer, my eyes are located on his hands lifted in front of his stomach. Once I arrive where he is, my eyes can't help but lock with his. A grin formed with those thick lips, but I don't do the same, instead, without hesitating, I gently grab his left hand.

Noticing that the bandages are left on the floor of the ring, my knees slightly bend down to reach them. He follows me as our eyes don't leave each other.

"Thank you for the reminding me of how good your eyes look when you look up at me." He says softly, not wanting to gain any other eyes on him.

I let out a grin strengthening my back just like before. "If you behave, it won't be the last time you think that today."

Lucifer's eyes go wide open. "What?" He asks almost in a whisper.

Got him.

Without giving him an answer, my index finger caresses the palm of his hand as I don't break the eye contact with him. When I reach his fingers, I trace mine up until they touch his wrist and gently wrap my fingers around it. As my hand starts to move up and down, I take a step closer, almost touching his bare stomach with mine.

His eyes go directly to my lips.

"What are you doing?" His voice is soft, trying his hardest to not give in.

"Doing what Covaliov told me." I say, almost in a whisper.

"Is this how you bandage boxers?"

"Maybe." I reply tilting my head to the side as my hand arrives to his wrist once again, suddenly stopping. "What? Is it making you have flashbacks?"

His breathing speeds. "To what?"

I smile, he shouldn't have asked that. "My hand wrapped around something else."

What I would do to take a picture of his face right now.

His eyes can't leave my lips, shining as they slowly get filled with lust, his breathing doesn't seem to want to slow down bringing his chest up and down while I let go of his wrist to take the bandages in between both of my hands. Slowly unwrapping it without taking my eyes away from him and his lost sight, taking his left hand to pull it against my stomach and have it comfortably for me to wrap if, I make it touch my skin with his fingertips.

"Is it tight?" I ask with the intention to tease him as the first round of the bandage is around his wrist. "Or is it loose?" He doesn't leave my lips. "Lucifer?"

"It's perfect." He answers almost like spitting it out.

"Stay still for me, Donovan."

"I will, Avery."

"Does it feel good?" His eyes meet mine as I don't stop. "Maybe I should go up to your fingers."

"Yes, you should."

"Why are you keeping your hand so hard? Relax a bit." Lucifer clears his throat. This is hilarious. "What's the matter? A little bit nervous?"

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." He goes back to my lips.

"Then why can't you stop staring at my lips?" I smile. "Do you want to kiss them, Donovan?" Lucifer doesn't say a word, just his breathing speeding as my smile becomes bigger. "Just say it, you won't get in trouble."

"Fuck, Avery." He lets out in a whisper meeting my eyes.

I let go of his hand once I'm done. Stepping away from his body, I know he already misses it, his eyes looking me up and down lets me know. "You're right." I say, gaining his eyes on mine. "It's nicer to have you on the palm of my hand."

"Donovan!" Covaliov's voice shakes the walls. "Ring, now!"

Lucifer's breathing doesn't stop and that makes me tilt my head to the side proudly, inspecting every single angle of his face with my eyes. I want him to feel stared at. "Have a nice training, champ."

"Don't go, Avery." Covaliov says when I feel his presence next to me. "I need you to organise these papers in chronological order." Handing me a couple of 20 papers, I nod looking down at them. "Donovan! What did I tell you? Ring!" My eyes meet with Lucifer's as soon as I look away from my hands.

He can't stop staring at me.

I guess my turn to play hasn't ended just yet.

"C'mon, we have fifteen minutes until Avery has to close the gym. Let's finish today's training." Following Covaliov very closely, we both walk to the ring. Standing in front of it, Lucifer steps inside and I can't help but smile again, his breathing hasn't stopped raising.

Starting with the papers, my eyes go down to separate them by letters. The sound of Lucifer hitting the protection of his trainer enter my ears just when Covaliov blows his whistle.

"Donovan! Are you concentrated?! It doesn't fucking look like it!"

The letters are already coming together between my hands, A before B, B before C, C before D.

"DONOVAN! What the hell are your feet doing?!"

D before E, E before F, F before G.

"Lucifer?! Where's your head? Up in the clouds?! With the aliens?! Concentrate!"

A smile escapes my lips. I need to see what's all the trouble. Looking up just as my hand stops moving the papers around, Lucifer trows his punches slower that I've ever seen him do it. His feet don't move like they're used it and even I can see that his head isn't where is supposed to be: his training.

His trainer trying to get a good punch for him to dodge, he moves his right hook towards Lucifer's head. He does prevent the hit to end on his head, but doing so, taking a step backwards so suddenly it makes him lose the balance that I've never seen him lose before. Not even on a real fight when he got a real punch in.

"Are you kidding me?! You almost fell like a baby just woken up!" Covaliov yells frustrated. "One, two, three, one, two, three Lucifer! Not one, two and whatever the hell you think you're doing. Head in the ring, Donovan!"

Before going back to his prior position with his closed fists in front of his neck and chin, his eyes lock with mine sending chills down my spine. His chest breaths heavily when he quickly shakes his head, not being able to look away from me and the sudden smile that just escaped my lips.

I think I'm the reason he can't concentrate... huh, I definitely didn't see that coming.

For sure.

This time, I don't look down to the papers, instead, my eyes keep following Lucifer and his moves on the ring.

Like I've seen him before, he does manage to go back to normal after a couple of breaths out, throwing punches left and right, hitting the gloves of his trainer like they would be a real opponent's head.

"Good, Lucifer, that's it. C'mon boy." Covaliov's voice remind me of my task, so my hands start to organise the papers like I was doing a minute ago.

G before H, H before I, I before J.

"Donovan, hit it like you mean it!"

K before L, L before M, M before N.

"Why can't you concentrate?! C'mon, one, two, three!"

I can't help it, my eyes go back to Lucifer on the ring. And for my surprise, I find his green eyes already looking my way.

"C'mon, Lucifer." I hear his trainer say before his right hand flies towards Lucifer's head. Him, with amazing, I have to admit, reflexes manages to direct his eyes to the man in front of him and dodge the punch with ease. This time, he doesn't lose balance and goes straight at the gloves. Punch after punch, he's becoming more stronger after each one.

"Finally the bug hit you?" Covaliov claps excited seeing how Lucifer goes back to being his normal self. "That's my boy!" Hit after hit, at this point, I feel sorry for the guy that has to carry those gloves.

He's so strong. Quick and precise, punching like he's frustrated and angry at the same time. His mucles flex every time he lands a punch, his tattoos get my attention as his body moves like a professional in the ring. His skin is slightly shining from the sweat that's starting to drip, his messy hair falling from his head is moving like a shampoo commercial, flawlessly and shiner than I've ever seen his hair be. Lucifer's fit body moves so easily around that I can't help but look down to his abs, his athletic chest and stomach move quickly, with speed, and since I'm so mesmerised by it, the whole scene just turns into a movie where the speed of the world keeps going like normally, but him, he moves slower like the air he breaths tiredly.

Fuck.

I'm the one who's supposed to have him like this, not the other way around.

Striking his move without even looking at me. Nice, Donovan.

"See, Avery?" Covaliov calling my name gets my attention. He's looking my way while Lucifer gets down from the ring. "That's what makes him a great fighter." He says pointing at Lucifer. "No matter how many times he loses his concentration, he always gets back up and does better than he ever did." Clapping excited, he leaves my side and walks towards Lucifer, who started to remove the bandage from his wrists and hands by a simple twist of his teeth on the edge of it.

Hot alert!

"What got you so distracted, anyway?"

He doesn't reply immediately. Instead, still removing the bandages now left of his wrist, he locks eyes with me and lets out grin. Tilting his head to the side, he gently shrugs his shoulders. "Got something on my eye."

"You better be careful, your fight with Damian gets closer and closer every day." Lucifer brusquely looks away to turn and face Covaliov, reminding myself once again about my task. My eyes go down to the papers.

"When is it?"

"Probably a month from now. You need to be alert, Lucifer."

"Alert from what?"

Silence follows his question. I don't look up, for some reason it feels like I shouldn't be listening to this conversation.

"You know from what, Lucifer."

"I don't need to worry. Fighters like Damian don't know how to handle tactic, preciseness. I can have him on the floor before the first round ends. Easy." He says confidently.

"Do you think I don't know that? I trained you, Lucifer, since you were a little teenager doing stupid teenage things." Covaliov says with a little bit of frustration on his voice. "You will have him right on the palm of your hand the moment the referee blows his whistle. That's why you need to be alert, boy. Don't make me repeat myself." His firm tone makes my skin chills. Lucifer stays silent, but I do hear him taking a step back. "Playing fair isn't on their dictionary, you know that. Your safety is more important that anything right now."

"I get it. I'll be alert." Lucifer adds, sounding defeated by his tone.

"That's my boy. Avery," I look up "got my papers?"

"Yes." I answer quickly, not wanting them to know I was hearing their conversation very closely.

"Thank you." He says as soon as I hand him the papers. "Got everything to lock up?"

I nod. "Need to check the bathrooms and I'll be done."

"Good! I better leave, it's my turn to cook dinner."

I can't help but smile, I would never have imagined Covaliov cooking dinner for his family. It's cute.

Without looking around, after I hear Covaliov starting to get ready to leave the gym, I make my way towards the lockers and finally, the bathrooms.

The memory of Lucifer's and Covaliov's conversation from moments ago takes all of my attention while I take the laundry off the washing machine.

Why is Covaliov so persistent about Lucifer being careful? I mean, there's no doubt in my mind that he wants Lucifer to win the fight against Damian. I'm pretty sure everyone in this gym wants him to win. Even I do.

But from what does Lucifer have to be alert? Or is it a who?

I truly believe what Covaliov said, though, Damian's group does look like the type who definitely doesn't play fair.

Maybe this whole warning is because Lucifer has to be on his best position to fight Damian, and I'm just overthinking it. But at the same time, my mind brings me that old story and how Lucifer kept going on and on about how he couldn't tell me about it. It being dangerous.

How could I forget that night? That's definitely what I need to put all the pieces together. So in the past, that all I can seem to remember are just bits of it.

Damian crashing at the party not being a good sign.

Colin and the boys being worried.

Lucifer denying it.

The story repeating.

I still can't figure out what's it about, of course. Unless I get my hands on some papers or records, my mind will know nothing about it.

I want to, though. Every time that I remember it my mind can't help but feel curious. Covaliov can't seem to walk pass it like Lucifer seems to be doing. Or maybe, it's not that Lucifer walks pass through it, it's more about the fact that it's so painful to remember that he refuses to believe whatever Covaliov says that's remotely close to that time.

Maybe.

That's just a closed door I don't think I'm gonna be able to open soon.

Or ever, for that matter.

Who knows?

"Like to tease?" The sound of his voice snaps me out of my thoughts. I turn around with all the towels in hand, finding Lucifer laying on the doorframe with a grin on his face.

"I don't know what you're talking about." I say trying to sound innocent. But like million times before, Lucifer doesn't buy it.

"You almost made Covaliov kill me because I couldn't get a punch straight." I roll my eyes letting out a little chuckle as the towels fall from my hands to a tiny white chair on the left side of the bathroom.

"Please, Covaliov loves you too much to kill you. You're his favorite fighter."

A chuckle now leaves his mouth. "You definitely don't know him."

"I know enough."

"You do?"

"I know that he cares about you."

He stays quiet for a couple of seconds, giving my words a thought. Since there's not even a noise coming from him, I proceed to fold the towels one by one.

I wonder if he's thinking about the conversation he just had with his coach, my brain can't help but need to know more about it. It's like the curiosity annoys it and if I don't find out more right now, it's gonna kill me.

"He does." He softly says. "And let's just say I'm glad Covaliov didn't understood that you were the thing that got stuck in my eye. He would've killed me twice."

I shrug my shoulders to annoy him. "I was just doing my job."

"Right." I hear him getting closer. I try my best to keep my eyes on the task in front of me and not him and his confident walk getting closer. "'My hand wrapped around something else'. Good one."

A little laugh escapes my mouth. "Thanks." Noticing that I have less than half towels to fold, grabbing the ones ready, I leave them on the floor by the side of the chair. Doing this, it causes me to find a couple of green eyes staring my way. Lucifer has his arms crossed on his chest while his eyes follow every single movement my body does. "You need something?" I ask lifting an eyebrow.

He gently shakes his head. "I like admiring you."

I—

What did he say?

Why is my heart speeding?

Stop.

"I'm just folding towels." I brush his comment away.

"Yes." He nods taking a step closer. "And still, you manage to make it look mesmerising."

Mesmerising.

Not hot, not sexy, but mesmerising.

"How?" I ask without my brain acknowledging it first.

"Who knows?" He replies quickly. And this time, he doesn't stop when he starts to walk where I am. "What I do know, a that this.. isn't over."

"This?"

"Us, today. I can't just let you walk away after what you did. It's my turn."

I can't help but let out a fake laugh. "And what if I don't let you? What I just walk out of the building and let you alone with your stupid move in hand?"

Lucifer arrives in front of me and leans down to be at the level of my lips. Gently and slowly, he gets closer and closer to the point where his breathing hits my skin. "Do you want to do that? Say it, and I'll leave you alone." I don't respond. Fuck. I don't want to do that, the need of kissing him and for him to touch me flies around my skin. I have to fight the urge to step closer and end the space between us, because I know if I'm the one who does it, it's game over. "Can I ask again?" He asks in a whisper.

"Ask what?"

"Do you want me to kiss you?"

Yes. My mind thinks over and over again.

But for some reason, my tongue doesn't talk. It's twisted on itself by the giant need of having him on my lips, kissing me like only Lucifer can.

"Avery." He repeats making my skin get chills by the deep tone of his voice. "It's just us, they're all gone. Otherwise, I wouldn't be doing this. I respect your decision on keeping this between us."

"Then do it." I finally give in turning my brain off.

He lets out a side smile. "Kissing you may lead to some things I don't think is very professional of you to do here."

"And what about you?"

"I've already been unprofessional back there. You can't imagine the thoughts I had. And everything just because you touched me... damn, Avery," his left hand grabs the side of my neck gently "you do know how to play."

And just like that, bringing my face closer to his, he crushes his lips into mine like he's been waiting to do that since he walked into the room.

It's hot and fast as soon as he takes control of the kiss. Desperate and filled with lust. I can't blame him, I'm feeling the exact same way.

His other hand grabs the other side of my cheek pushing me even closer against his lips. It's like he wants more, even thought I'm already giving him everything I can.

No matter how much I hate the admit this, there's no kiss that I've ever had that compares to the ones that I have with Lucifer. There's times that, yes, with other people I can have that little sparkle inside of my stomach when we kiss. But only once. Never multiple times, making me heat up just by having his lips on mine.

Seriously, where did this guy come from?

Or worst, what's he doing to me that I get these strange feelings?

Without breaking our lips apart, he slightly kneels down and with both of his hands, he grabs the beginning of my thighs lifting me up and walk me to whatever he pleases. My eyes are closed, enabling me to have a clue on where he's taking me.

Soon, the coldness of the sink hits my skin.

"Avery." He says on the edge of my lips softly. "Open your legs for me." Doing what he says, I spread my legs apart leaving him the space necessary to be comfortable between them. "Good girl."

Oh— boy.

Lucifer unites our lips again with only one hand on my right cheek. The other hand, gently traces down from the beginning of the side of my thigh towards my knee, then, on the inner side, he does it with more strength pressing down my skin. "Your jean is annoying the fuck out of me right now." He whispers, making my skin rise slightly. Without giving me a chance to reply, Lucifer takes his left hand towards the buttons of my jean as his face leans down to my stomach. Lifting my shirt, he leaves gentle kisses on my belly button while his fingers take the task of undoing the buttons of my jean. I lean back hitting the mirror behind me, leaving him more space to do what he's doing.

My body gets chills when he sucks the skin of my stomach. That's definitely gonna leave me a mark.

Going down, as soon as Lucifer reaches where my jean starts, he grabs my waist and pulls me closer to him, hitting my inner thighs with his pelvis. His fingers grab my jean, ready to pull them down. "Avery—"

"Yes." I reply quickly, already knowing what's he gonna ask me.

My word being enough for him, I can see how a grin appears back on his lips. He doesn't wait another second, with a quick movement he pulls my jean down as I lift my waist helping him. Seconds later, the piece of clothing is now on the floor leaving my red underwear out in the open. His hands don't go back to my body, instead, as his eyes glare down to my now uncovered legs I hear a long breath coming out of his mouth. "Fuck. Red looks absolutely phenomenal in you."

"I know." I reply teasing him, gaining his eyes on mine. "It's my favorite color. Of course it looks good on me."

As he gives me a grin, Lucifer leans closer leaving the edge of his lips on mine. "Then you should wear it more often."

I smile lifting an eyebrow. "For who? For you?"

He tilts his head. "No, for you. But if you let me appreciate it I'm gonna be very grateful."

"I'm giving you the privilege to see it right now and you're here chit chatting?" I tease. He gives me a smirk. "Bad move, Donovan."

"I like hearing the sound of your voice before I fuck you, what's so wrong about that?"

My heart speeds.

Fuck him and his way of making me heat up just by hearing his stupid, stupid, stupid words.

"Hurry up before I revoke those privileges."

"Oh, no." He whispers before leaving a simple kiss on my lips. "Not gonna let that happen."

I can't help but smile as he leaves my face going down towards my stomach once again. This time, when a question flies inside of my head, I quickly stop him by grabbing his chin and lift him up. "Wait—" he meets my eyes "what's your favorite color?"

He smiles. "Green."

I nod, in approval. "Good. Now, carry on."

"Yes, ma'am."

I swear—

Lifting my shirt just like before, he starts to leave slow kisses down my stomach until he reaches my underwear. Taking his left hand to hold my waist in place, the fingers on his right hand, with gentle movements, take it upon themselves to caress my skin under my underwear. I have to let a long breath in and out since the need of having him between my thighs grows as closer as he gets to it. Wetter and wetter than a second ago, and it doesn't seem to stop.

Continuously going up and down on my skin with his fingers, after removing his lips from my stomach, Lucifer finally kneels down in front of the counter, making me feel how the hot breath from his mouth hits my skin sending it chills in the process. "Avery." He calls my name softly. "Put your legs over my shoulders."

I don't say anything after him. My legs do what he asks without even giving me a second to process it. He leans closer as I lift my legs. Once Lucifer places them comfortably for me and him, my eyes follow him getting closer to my underwear, stealing another long breath out of my mouth. 

Kiss after kiss on my inner thighs, the heat becomes stronger. There's no way I can hide the fact that I want him pleasing me like times before. I can't see myself, but I know my eyes scream for him, ask for more, getting filled with lust and desire by the second.

Finally, after what felt like forever, his lips leave a deep kiss on my folds. He opens his jaw wide for his tongue to play around my skin, racing my heart out of nowhere. My hands have to rest behind my body to hold myself straight and not fold my back. If I feel like this just by his tongue playing on my underwear, who knows what's gonna of me when he goes deeper.

With his teeth, Lucifer carefully and gently bites the side of my underwear and pulls it aside. Easily, he manages to leave it there for his tongue to continue on my folds like it was doing moments ago. When he traces down from the clit to my entrance, a quick wave of pleasure surrounds me. Deep but slowly, not leaving a single angle of my folds untraced.

Teasing my entrance, he slips his tongue inside of me making me let out a little gasp out. Then, leaving it missing him, he trails up to my clit to swirl around in a circle. At first, he's slow and gentle. My back slightly arches back as I close my eyes letting the entirety of his tongue working on me affect my body.

It's hot. Every muscle from my body relaxes as a deep breath comes out of my mouth. Without giving me a warning or even speeding up, both of his hands move to my thighs closing them up with his head in the middle. Doing this, it already makes me feel his tongue deeper against my clit.

Lucifer doesn't wait another second to speed up by going side to side, quicker and roughly. It's so sudden, that I can't help but let out a shakily and surprised moan out. My head swings back when my back arches even more as my mouth keeps itself wide open.

"Fuck—" I let out taking my left hand to his hair wrapping my fingers around it. The familiar wave of heat grows on my pelvis, making my legs unintentionally lift themselves slightly up, crashing Lucifer's head a little more. But he doesn't seem to mind, his tongue doesn't stop. Even worst, or better in this case, he sucks my clit deeply two times to then go back at it without giving me a chance to breath it out. "Shit, shit—"

Lucifer suddenly slows down leaving me with nothing but my fast breathing, my chest going up and down and my eyes feeling heavy at the need of catching myself up again. Leaving a gentle kiss on my clit, he grabs the side of my thighs and spreads them apart, opening my folds wider to slip his tongue against my clit once again.

A gentle moan escapes my mouth, soon followed by a chuckle from him as he stops to look up at me. "What's that?" He asks softly. "Do it again." He goes back at my clit just this time, he regains his fast speed without giving me a chance to get used to his slow rhythm. Inevitably and, of course, like he wanted, another moan shakes out. My eyes look down to find a grin on his lips while his tongue is out.

Asshole.

Mixing it up, he's now going slow and fast, uncontrollably making my breath speed as well as my heart. He's not stopping to even catch a break, side to side, up and down, Lucifer seems to like watching me react to his sudden moves.

As he deepens with his tongue against my clit, the heat grows just as my thighs tense up around his head, feeling it and his hair tighter on my skin. Suddenly, when he wraps his hands around my waist he squeezes it for myself to be hold in place. His tongue speeds up, sending the fire on my lower stomach and pelvis right away, like it's about to explode and the reaction that leaves my mouth seems to have told Lucifer to not stop, because he doesn't even step back to catch a breath.

The orgasm finally hits my body arching my back and shaking a moan out of my mouth. I tense up wanting to close my legs on his head, but his hands prevent me from doing so for him to keep working on my on going climax. "Lucifer—" I whimper out. At this point my body it's going to shatter under the influence of his tongue. I can't bare it anymore, it's so strong that my hand immediately flies towards his hair and I wrap my fingers around it with strength. He still doesn't stop. My head swings back as I whimper another moan out, he's making it so long, I've never had anything like this before.

Finally, his tongue leaves my clit making the heat slowly fade away from my body. I have to close my eyes and let my breathing go back to normal, so quickly that it's the only thing that can be heard in the bathroom.

Feeling Lucifer's face in front of mine, I open my eyes to find those green and shiny eyes staring at me while a grin is on his lips. "You did good." He says nodding and I can't help but let out a tiny chuckle.

"Fuck you." I whisper taking my hand to his cheek pushing him away from my face. My breathing troubles my words, so I try my hardest to let everything out. "I almost crashed your head back there."

"I doesn't matter." He says shrugging his shoulders. "If I have to go early, it better be between your legs. Just doing what I love."

My heart speeds again. Oh, no.

"Shut up."

He goes back to my face and leans closer, ending his lips right on the edge of mine. "Is this the part where I say make me?"

A grin appears. "I don't know. You tell me."

His lips touch mine. I can already taste them, my brain desires for more just as my lips, growing the need to have them against mine. But as soon as he he slightly opens his mouth to end the space between us, he steps away just as quickly as he walks to the door.

"Where are you going?"

He stops to face me. "Going to my apartment."

"Now?"

"Don't worry, Avery." He chuckles. "You're coming with me. Do you really think that I'm done with you?"

"And what makes you think I'm coming with you?" I tease, but with the most serious expression ever.

Lucifer doesn't seem to be affected by it. Instead, he nods as a side smile appears on his lips. "I'll wait for you outside, Avery."

Damn.

Lucifer and his fucking confidence.

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