"you're making me forget my past, never thought I'd feel like that"

ariana grande — "safety net"

"Are you alright?" The calm voice of Covaliov ecos in the room after the door of the room closes behind me.

I don't even look around to see where I'm at, just the wild thoughts of my night rushing around in me head. What is it about me that I always end up on situations like this? It's not like I'm just standing there staring at the sky yelling "HEY, make my night a terrible one! I dare you!" Trouble keeps finding me everywhere I go, making me question that if every bad decision in my life has lead me to this, making its way towards me like a little worm with the name 'consequences'.

"Lilith?" I hear coach ask me again. My mouth doesn't open, instead, as my head is looking for more and more answers like a lunatic, my feet are the only thing giving Covaliov attention since it turns my whole body to face him.

He's here with me expecting me to freak out or even say something about what happened, stay in shock, anything. I don't feel angry, or even frustrated, just plain confused on why I ended up on this position. Most importantly, after what I experienced, it's normal for a person to want to walk away and never set foot in a place like this anytime soon, but me, my body turns more to the side of wanting to know everything about it. Needing it. Even if me opening the envelope lead to me coming up with my own conclusions and making sense to me, and everything that my head has been questioning, there's still a possibility of the whole thing being wrong.

Maybe right now, having Covaliov worried about me, is the best opportunity to try and get an answer. A final one.

"He wanted something." I don't answer his question, instead, as the confusion slowly turns into shock, my eyes finally meet Covaliov's.

He doesn't look surprised, worst, his expression shows me nothing but the thought of knowing exactly what I'm talking about. "I know." Letting out a sigh, his eyes look down to my cheeks, probably red from Damian's grip.

"He wanted to know where's—" I suddenly stop. He can't hear the name Adam Deniov come out of my mouth, as far as he knows, I don't even know his initial plan to take down Alexander. "someone hiding." I finally complete my sentence. "A He."

I'm gonna try to get the story out of him. Even if I get two questions answered, they could confirm my theory of the whole thing. Playing the girl who's desperate for answers could lead to that, probably even more, who knows? Right now, it all depends on how much Covaliov is ready to tell me.

"Who was Damian talking about?" I finally ask getting coach's attention.

I stay quiet expecting him to answer, or at least, give me an expression of some sort for me to figure out something. But there's nothing I can use. Only his eyes, who stare down at my cheeks once again and his hand slowly taking off his expensive golden watch. I follow him carefully, confused on his sudden action.

"Your cheeks are getting red, Avery." He finally says, taking a step closer to me when his watch is between his hands. "Put this gently against your skin," he hands me the watch "it's cold so it's gonna make you feel better until I can get you some ice."

"No, I'm fine." I shake my head without taking it. A side of me is disappointed of not getting an answer, while the other side, bigger than the first one, waited for it like the most obvious thing in the world. "I need you to tell me what's going on here." I let out with the hope shaking inside my first side.

Covaliov insists that I take his watch. "They're getting worst by the second."

"I don't care."

"Avery."

"Who's he?"

He stops hesitant on his next words.

"You have a rule to follow."

"I think I deserve to know a little bit of all of this after what just happened."

"I care about you, Avery, and that means that I have to be sure of your safety." Handing me once again his watch, Covaliov's mouth doesn't hide the new sigh coming out. "And I'm not the only one, apparently."

I don't reply to his words, even if my brain knows exactly who he's talking about, deciding not to give him a thought makes me acknowledge the sudden pain in my skin.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry this happened to you," he talks before I can "I thought you were gonna be safe. No one was supposed to suspect about you carrying the envelope. I'm truly sorry." Truthfulness shows in his tone like I've never heard him before.

I slowly shake my head, giving him a tiny nod. "It's not your fault."

"The envelope is important Avery, and I trust you enough to carry it."

"What's in it, coach?" My tone goes softer trying to take the answer out out him, building a more calmer conversation between us. "Money? Documents? Something illegal?" I stop, hesitant on my next word. My brain shuts down, allowing to my tongue to take it upon itself. "Information?"

Covaliov's eyes don't leave mine. Even if he's not giving me an answer, the way that his eyebrow tense up just like his lips go softer, questioning if he should talk, gives me the word that I was waiting for.

Yes, it is information.

All of what I just read is true, not some made up lie about Adam Deniov in case any unwanted eyes laid upon it. Nothing but the truth on where's he right on this moment, hiding, trying to protect himself and Emily from Alexander, living a normal life.

My mouth doesn't ask another question, from the looks of it, Covaliov needs to talk about it. He probably had a good relationship with Adam, just like the one he has with Lucifer. Filled with trust and good memories, after all, he started training him when he was sixteen. It must've been a hand full of good times, bad times, funny, everything that someone can built with a person they cherish.

It can't be something different with Alexander, maybe even deeper.

He failed once, like he said a month ago when I was hiding in the bathroom and I accidentally heard their conversation. Was he talking about Alexander? He failed to protect him?

"I—" Covaliov stars to speak making my ears excited to hear his words. But he stops, hearing the sound of the elevator come to our floor.

"Coach!" Lucifer's angry voice sounds like it could shake the voice in the room. His determined feet walk closer and closer to the room I'm in, making me feel my heart beat faster just by the thought of seeing those green eyes again.

"Stay here." Covaliov says before I can even move a muscle. Going to the door, he steps outside before closing the door behind him, leaving me with nothing but my messy thoughts in the room.

"Where is she?" My ears can hear Lucifer just on the other side of the door, ready to get inside as I hear another step closer.

"No, stop, she needs some space." Covaliov prevents him from walking inside, and for the sounds of it, it worked, there's no hint of the door opening or even someone walking on the other side.

"Fine," Lucifer continues, carrying his anger through his words "then we can talk about why the hell did you give the envelope to her?!"

"I thought it was gonna be alright," Covaliov's voice is calmer compared to Lucifer's "nobody was gonna suspect the secretary carrying something that important."

"She shouldn't have been carrying it. You know better than anyone how dangerous it could be, and you give it to her?! It could've ended much worse!"

I don't think either of them know I can hear their conversation. It feels wrong to have my ears focused on it, but at this point, I don't give a fuck.

"Yeah, thank God her protector was there to save her with his suit and armour." Covaliov's words don't come out as a relief, more as if he's about to lecture Lucifer about something he has done. "How did you know it was happening?"

"How did you know it was happening?" Lucifer asks defensively. "You appeared five seconds after I did."

"I saw you leaving the reunion and I knew you were gonna go after her because she was no longer with us. I know you. You were worried and I could see it in your face, you don't hide it well."

Lucifer doesn't reply as soon as Covaliov is done with his sentence. I can't see his face to know what's he thinking, but his silence gives me the sudden feeling of him being caught off guard by them.

"In a place that's filled with Alexander's group I worry about everyone." His tone is calmer now, slower and deeper, thinking his thoughts and words more clearer now.

"Yeah, maybe you do."

Silence surrounds them again for a couple of seconds growing my intrigue even more. What's going on between them?

"But with her, it's different, isn't it?" Covaliov finally asks.

"Stop." Lucifer's annoyed response cuts my thought on those words before it even begins.

"No, you need to stop. All that little show you did back there with Alexander showed him what he needed to see—"

"Don't lecture me." Even the only thing I'm able to capture from their conversation is their voices, there's no doubt in my mind that Lucifer has his jawline clenched despising what he's hearing.

"You need to figure out what your feelings are before everything turns into chaos." Coach doesn't care about his angry boxer, his tone doesn't change.

"It's already chaos, coach. If I lose, it's chaos. If I win, it'll all be even more chaos. There's no good outcome here."

"Yes there is. Tonight after the reunion I'm gonna have a meeting with my boss to show him the envelope. If I can convince him, there's still a chance that I'll be able to proceed with this whole thing. We're gonna take them down, Lucifer." I hear a long sigh coming from one of them. "And for the looks of it, you seem to be more worried about her than me telling you all of this. Looking at the door won't tell you if she's alright, boy."

My breathing speeds for a second, waiting impatiently to hear the door opening and have those worried green eyes and big arms walking towards me.

"Is she?" The softness of his voice sends chills to my skin, wanting to hear it again.

"She's just a bit confused on why it happened."

"Did you tell her anything?"

The hell he didn't.

"No."

Covaliov goes silent for a second.

"Maybe you're the one who needs to take her home." He says as a conclusion of some thought he just had.

"What?"

"Take her to her dorm and make sure she gets home safe, at this point, I don't trust anyone but my boys."

Footsteps getting further and further away give me the impression of coach leaving Lucifer alone. I stay still crossing my arms on my chest feeling the air become thicker around me. My eyes don't leave sight of the door, already expecting with nerves the tattooed hand opening it and a tall body entering the room.

Another long breath comes out of my mouth. I wait and I wait for him feeling like an eternity even if it's only been a couple of seconds. Maybe he's hesitating if he's the one that should take me to my dorm, or he's still mad at me for snapping out on everyone at the gym the other day, I wouldn't blame him, I'm still mad at me too. Or he's just, mad. Without a reason, like we always are, plainly annoyed at the other for saying something stubborn or even just breathing. If he walks away, he would be the normal Lucifer who doesn't give a shit. But if he walks through that door, he truly... cares.

What's it gonna be?

Most importantly, which one is the one that I want him to choose?

Finally, the door being opened comes through my ears. My eyes lead down to the handle ready to be disappointed, see someone else than Lucifer and be taken home by them. End the night right here.

That bird tattoo on his hand makes my heart skip a beat. It's him. The way that my eyes immediately meet his once he's fully inside and my chest gets warm just by the sight of him, answers my second question: it's clear what I wanted, I don't even know how to put it into words.

"Hi." His low and gently tone steals a little breath from my mouth. Suddenly, my body feels heavy, standing in my place with him in the room sends an uncomfortable feeling to my chest. If I wasn't in control of my own body, there's a slight chance that I would've dropped to the floor a second ago.

"Hi." I can finally say almost in a whisper. There's something about us alone in this room that makes me nervous, maybe it's the fact that my head can't truly forget about his words a moment ago, or even worst, his words when he threatened Damian.

"How are you?" He's hesitating on what to say, I can tell by the way he doesn't step closer to me, he stands by the door giving me the space to breathe.

"Fine."

Fine? Am I fine? Who knows.

My mouth goes shut again. He doesn't speak either, apparently, there's no words that would come to us to say in this situation. We can't ignore the fact that he acted that way towards Damian. He defended me. Lucifer Donovan, the guy that hates me and I hate him, was ready to punch the living out of someone just because they hurt me.

What universe did I step into?

The uncomfortableness rushes through my veins once again, enabling me to open my mouth and speak.

C'mon, Lilith, find something to say.

"Lovely night."

Lovely night?! Seriously?!

I fight inside the urge to slap myself on the forehead. That was pathetic.

"I hope that was sarcasm." I can see a little smile from the corner of Lucifer's mouth.

I smile too, embarrassed of my prior words. "Me too."

My eyes leading down to his hands which slowly go inside his pockets, the memory of those fingertips and palms grabbing the neck of Damian's shirt comes back to my mind. He was angry, more than I've ever seen him be. That jawline was clenched to the point of almost breaking apart like a hard brick, those lips firmly and intimidatingly letting go of those words: "You touch her again and I'll kill you." The butterflies run back just by the thought of them. And his eyes, tearing Damian apart with his sight, meaning every word he said.

"I'm supposed to take you to your dorm." Lucifer's voice takes me down to reality.

I simply nod, wanting to get lost in that moment again. "Oh."

"Yeah..."

Any person that could walk through that door would definitely sense the awkwardness between us in a second.

"Now?" I ask since no more words come from him.

"Yes." Tired of the tension in the room, my feet decide to take it upon themselves to take my body towards the door. My eyes while they're glued to the floor, my head can't seem to focus on anything else than Lucifer being there waiting for me, getting our bodies closer and closer... my heart doesn't want to stop speeding.

Finally, I arrive in front of him. "Wait—" His hand gently touching my upper arm stops my body from moving forward. Inevitably, my eyes look up meeting his. They don't last long connected, instead, my lips seem to have caught the attention of his sight. My body and face stay still unsure of what to do next. Lucifer doesn't move either, making me wonder what is his mind so occupied with while his eyes stare at my lips. His thumb slowly caressing my skin makes my chest feel tight, allowing for my brain to shut down and be lost on the sight of him.

I want to get closer. The sudden urge to feel his body against mine rushes to my skin. Fuck. Even at my lowest there's no point of escaping it, Lucifer and his ways of making me want to feel his body touching mine like it's the last time he will ever do.

"Lilith?!" The sound of Colin's yell wakes my brain as well as Lucifer's, who takes his hand away from my arm and leaves it on the handle of the door once his body turns around.

"We just found out!" Bobby screams now as the steps of the group of people become closer.

"I swear I'm gonna kill Damian!" Ivy' shows her frustration in her words.

Before I can even say something, Lucifer opening the door but soon closing it to prevent me from following him, he leaves me alone just like I was a couple of minutes ago hearing the conversation from the other side.

"How's she?" Paul's question can be heard the second after the door is closed.

"She's fine, guys." Lucifer answers it with a calm tone, probably trying to turn the chaos of his friends down.

"We're gonna start making up a plan to kill Damian, right?" Colin's voice is immediately followed by the words "yes" and "absolutely" from all of them.

"I vote kidnap him and then torture him for life," Paul says "sounds good?"

"I want to go more violent than that." Bobby's voice sounds so determined that I have trouble deciding if they're joking or not.

"He hurt Lilith, our Lilith," Ivy is definitely not "let's actually kill him!"

I'm sure of it.

"You don't mess with our girl Lilith!" Colin agrees.

"Guys." Lucifer is still trying to calm his friends with his tone.

"But if we torture him it's gonna last longer," Paul ignores him "if we kill him, the pain and suffer will only last a couple days."

I can't help but let out a little smile. Joking or not, it's nice to feel the strange tingling inside my chest while hearing this conversation of them all having my back.

"That's right, for what he did to Lilith, a couple of days isn't enough."

An even bigger smile appears. Specially Colin.

"Lucifer, you're with us on this one, right?"

"Absolutely." This time, my heart skips a beat hearing his take on the whole thing. I smile again. Shit, no. "But right now, let's make sure Lilith gets to her dorm safe and sound, please?"

"Got it!"

Suddenly, the noise of all them moving and taking place hits my ears. "If anyone dares to even stare at her I'll punch them," Ivy's voice sounds as serious as ever "I'm ready!"

"Wouldn't you think that it would be better if an actual boxer had that task?" Bobby jokes.

"Oh, Bobby, don't underestimates the power of a woman who's friend just got hurt by a man."

A chuckle escapes my mouth. True.

"I'm kinda terrified now."

Soon after Bobby's voice finishes, the sound of the door opening allows me to see them all standing with their eyes on me. Smiling at them, even if right now, it took me a bit of strength to do it genuinely, my feet take me outside the room.

"Lilith?" Paul's words lead my eyes to him, worried just like everyone else in the hallway.

"I'm fine, guys, don't worry." I shake my head trying to sound as convincing as possible. "And I agree with Paul." I continue the joke, gaining the smile of everyone.

Thankfully, non of them ask me anything. They all make their ways towards the elevator by the right side of the hallway. My body isn't moving, lost in their conversation and wanting to get the answer from Covaliov, the realisation of what happened seemed to be just hitting my body. My heart speeds as well as the breathing coming in and out of my body, deep as it gets. I close my eyes having the thought of maybe seeing Damian again, it's not like I don't want to do it because I'm scared of him, but more because it might bring the pain in my skin back. Putting the memory aside, I managed to trick my brain into thinking my cheeks don't hurt. And I intend to keep it that way.

Once my eyes are opened, they stare at the tattooed hand in front of me, ready to be held by mine. Furrowing my eyebrows confused on why does Lucifer want me to hold it, I stare at him with a slight untrustworthy expression in my face.

Rolling his eyes, a long sigh comes out of his mouth. "It's to throw you on the floor like I told you before."

Inevitably, I smile, liking his response and taking his hand right away. Somehow, thinking this as a bad and hateful thing for him to do, it doesn't bother me at all.

>>>

"You don't have to follow me to my dorm, you know?" I say as soon as my eyes follow Lucifer getting out of the car right after I do. "I don't need a babysitter."

"Why not?" The car drives away, making me throw my wish for Lucifer to go to the trash. "You act like you're five years old sometimes, a babysitter could do you good."

"Ha, ha, very funny." I roll my eyes.

"Thank you, love." Annoyingly ignoring my sarcasm, Lucifer makes his way towards the tall black door of my university. "Now, are you gonna start walking or am I gonna have to bribe you with a bowl of cereal?" He does know me well, I would love to have a bowl of cereal right now. Since, you know, not even a piece of food went into my mouth tonight. "C'mon, I want to make sure you're alright." His soft tone doesn't pass unnoticed by me, just like the word "want" crashes my brain making a mess of it all.

He didn't choose the words "have" or even "need", but "want". Covaliov made him do this, like a babysitter, a job, something he has to do. Maybe I'm being too focused on a stupid word that he probably didn't give a thought to, slipped his mouth as he said the phrase, but there's this way of saying it that caught my attention even more, softly and carried by the wind around us, a sincere word, more than any other that he has said to me.

"I'm fine." I shake my head as my feet start their way towards him expecting to not be followed. He already did his job, right? There's no point on continuing.

"Yeah," he nods, sarcastically "keep pretending like you don't know there's no point on arguing with me, it's so much fun."

Rolling my eyes once I feel his presence by my side, the smell of the fresh cut grass that always brushes my nose when I walk inside the property enters my body. 

"Believe me," I annoyingly keep my walk "you being stubborn keeps me up at night hunting me with your annoying voice."

"You think about me at night? You're so adorable." He jokes.

"And you're an asshole."

"Stop it, I'm gonna blush."

"Even when you're supposed to be my babysitter you like to annoy me."

"Unlike you, me being annoying to you makes me sleep like a baby at night."

I can't help but smile when a thought comes inside my mind. "Waking up screaming because you want your mommy's booby?" I ask facing him, trying to ask cluelessly.

Rolling his eyes, Lucifer gives me the most annoyed expression ever. "Ha, ha, very funny."

"Thank you, love." I copy his phrase, annoying him even more. He's right, this is fun. "You annoy me and I annoy you back."

"How could I forget? That's how we work."

"Exactly. You're not so dumb after all."

After a little chuckle coming from him, the slightly cold wind brushing against my skin makes the pain of Damian's grip come back to me. Closing my eyes to forget about it and trick my brain into letting it go, inevitably, a long sigh escapes my mouth.

"Are you actually alright?" The softness in Lucifer's voice open my eyes brusquely, turning to face him as the weirdness of his worry rushes to my chest.

"Why do you keep asking? I thought you were mad at me." The words come out before I can even think them.

Strangely, he furrows his eyebrows confused. "What?"

"You left the dinner party without saying a word. And, it's not like you treated me nicely after Damian showed up."

"I thought you weren't gonna care that I left the party."

"I didn't." I'm quickly correct myself.

"Then why are you complaining that I left without a word?"

Regretting my own words, I roll my eyes ignoring the feeling of being busted inside my chest. "I'm not complaining."

Lucifer shrugs his shoulders innocently. It's like he's trying to not think about it, not bring back those thoughts he had that night.

Those being...?

"Then don't bring it up."

"Just—"

"Curious?" He cuts me off while lifting an eyebrow. "You left it pretty clear," taking his hand to his back pocket, my eyes follow how cigarette goes to his mouth soon being lit up by a lighter "we're nothing, we just sleep with each other with not a care in the world for the other. I left because I thought that's what you wanted."

I nod, taking my eyes away from him. "Yeah."

Looking down, I can't help but think about that night. I did left it pretty clear because, that's what we are. We fuck then carry on with our lives. Me being in a vulnerable state doesn't take away the fact that it did take me a lot of strength to get out of that bed, feeling awful when those words came out of my mouth and seeing his reaction. Those hurtful green eyes being shattered like a piece of glass.

I didn't even wanted him there in the first place, I should've celebrated the moment he stepped out that door taking with him my problems of night. But, no, I stayed there with my heart racing and my eyes not being able to stare away the moment he left. Worried and confused on why it felt so strange to leave that bed and say those words.

We hate each other. I repeat myself for like the thousand time.

We do.

Right?

"You wanted me to stay?" His question immediately takes my eyes to him, confused on my silent mouth.

"What? No—"

"Then why do you look like you did?"

"I didn't."

He doesn't reply to me, instead, a cocky smile slowly shows on his face. Oh, boy. "You wanted me to stay." Lucifer doesn't ask this time, worst, he states a fact. "Oh, how adorable."

He's back to being an asshole, I guess.

I roll my eyes. "Shut up."

As the smoke comes out of his mouth and I push the door to enter my dorm building, he slowly nods with the cockiest smirk ever.

"Feels nice to hear that words coming out of your mouth."

A fake a chuckle out. "Those are not the only words that you like coming out of mouth." I joke expecting to hear the most common words him and I say to each other. Giving him my sight, the tiny grin on his lips and the cigarette slowly going towards his mouth get my attention.

"Yeah," he nods, cockily "you begging me to not stop fucking you is also nice."

Immediately, my heart drops to my stomach. My head wants to scream in reaction of his words. But there's nothing coming out of my own mouth, just my surprised eyes staring at his proud smile, now with the cigarette in between his lips taking a smoke in.

C'mon, say something!

The palm of my hand flies towards the side of his arm ready to smack it and hopefully bring my brain back to planet earth.

"I meant I hate you, dumbass!"

The cocky and proud smile doesn't disappear from his face as he nods.

"Oh, yeah, that too."

Heart, please, stop speeding like this.

Stopping and realising that the number on the door is my own room, thankful that I get to change the subject in my head and focus on getting inside, the coldness of my keys touch my fingertips once my hand reaches inside my bra. I feel the sharpness of it brush against my skin but I quickly ignore it, I've done this a thousand times that it doesn't even bother me anymore.

"Did you just pull your keys out of your bra?" A confused Lucifer by my side asks. Turning to face him and give him a simple shrug, the strange look on his face sends a tiny grin to my lips.

"Yeah."

"How—?"

"I have no pockets," I place the key inside the lock to open it "it's all I have left."

The door being finally opened, I get inside feeling the warmth of my room and the smell of Ada's perfume surrounding my body.

"What else do you have there?" He asks again, pointing at my chest.

"This..." I pretend to search for something to then pull out my hand giving him a fuck you.

Resting on the frame of the door, Lucifer gives me an annoyed fake smile. I love it. "Very mature."

"Thank you."

Looking around the room, Lucifer doesn't move from his place. "Is Ada here?"

"No, she's with Ryker." He's glued to the floor. Only his eyes looking around our surroundings searching for something move of his. Confused on what he's doing, I don't move myself either, waiting for Lucifer to get his body somewhere. Inside or outside. "You can leave now, I'm good." I say with the intention to get a reaction from him. Impatiently, since I get no response from him, a long sigh comes out of my mouth. "Did you went deaf or something? I'm fine, you did your job."

Finally, his eyes meet mine. "I can hear you."

"So you went dumber? I didn't know that could be possible."

"I'm not leaving." He ignores my comment. "I can't."

I lift an eyebrow. "You can't?"

Or he won't?

"I'm gonna stay here outside, make sure everything's ok."

"Everything is ok."

I have no clue if I want him to stay or not, a part of me does, what's the worst that could happen? He'd crash on the couch and carry on with the night, prevent him from riding the streets alone in the middle of a dangerous night. And the part of me that it doesn't want him to... is definitely tinier than the other part.

He doesn't move from his place, probably feeling the same way I do.

"You're not gonna stay outside like a serial killer, come inside." I move myself aside for him to do so, but, for my surprise, he doesn't move. Instead, a cocky smile appears on his face having a dirty reaction to my words. "Don't give me that look," I point at him "you can crash on the couch."

Finally, stepping inside my room after throwing his cigarette inside the trashcan next to my door, he gives me a final look. "Don't try any funny business."

I roll my eyes. "I'll try my best."

As soon as the sound of the door closing hits my ears, it's followed by me tossing my shoes aside and the feeling of my empty stomach troubling my insides. I'm so hungry. Not having dinner definitely is not doing me good.

I don't pay attention to Lucifer and whatever he's doing, walking towards our mini fridge by the side of the couch with the intention to pour myself a bowl of amazing cereal— oh, no. Oh, no no no.

This morning I finished the last bag.

Fuck!

And double fuck!

I curse my morning self for putting my afternoon self in change of getting more. She was way too tired to pick some up on the way back from class.

"What's the matter?" I hear Lucifer ask from the couch.

I don't reply to him, if the words of what just happened came out of my mouth it's gonna be even worst. Hell will break free. So, instead, I ask: "You want some coffee?" Trying to put the bowl of cereal aside, even if that took my whole strength to do so, I continue with my walk towards the fridge.

"Are you gonna poison it?"

"Yeah."

"Sure."

Taking the milk and ice out of the fridge to prepare some iced coffee, since Ada and I while drunk decided to cook some eggs on the microwave turning the whole thing into a disaster and breaking the microwave in the process, there's not a chance I will be able to make hot coffee.

"Why do you have a baseball bat?" Lucifer asks confused as I pour the coffee into two cups.

"What?" Giving him a quick look, my eyes locate him holding with a strange look the familiar baseball bat with a furry sock covering the top of it. "Oh, Ada had a phase of wanting to play baseball."

"What happened?" Lucifer keeps wondering around it, as if it's the most strange thing that he has seen.

"She realised that she wasn't much of a sport person." I start mixing the coffee with some milk and ice.

"Ok... and, I'm sorry if this question sounds strange" he says, making me smell the sarcasm from where I'm standing "the sock?"

"It was cold." I add, matching his sarcasm.

"I will stop asking."

"When you put a sock on the baseball bat and you try to punch someone with it, if they manage to grab it, you'll be able to bring it back to you because they'll keep holding the sock and it'll slip away." Looking back at him, the confused look now has transferred to me. "After watching a documentary in the middle of the night of a serial killer who liked to break into houses and kill the woman in it, it doesn't sound so crazy."

I finally finish the coffee. Making my way towards the couch with both cups in my hands, Lucifer leaves the baseball back where it was. "If I annoy you the right amount you'll punch me with it?"

I smile at him while handing him the cup. "I promise."

Smiling, happy with my response, Lucifer takes the coffee from my hand.

"So," I sit down next to him with my feet on top of the couch, facing him "there's no point on asking you to explain to me what happened tonight because you won't answer me, right?"

He nods. "You got it."

"Alright, don't explain me anything, just tell me: when did it all start?"

As a long sigh comes out of his mouth, already knowing that I won't give up, Lucifer looks down to the coffee between his hands. "A long time ago."

"And why can't you tell me?"

Because Alexander's group threatened one of our own and if you know it may lead to you being threatened too.

Please, say that so it all makes sense.

"It affected a lot of people. It still does."

Not good, but enough.

"Does it affect you too?" My mouth speaks before it goes through my head. The immediate regret of asking that question comes to my chest when the silence consumes our conversation. Lucifer is still looking down, glued on the coffee in front of him. Is his mind remembering it all?

There's no doubt in my theory that Lucifer was involved in what happened years ago, otherwise, Covaliov wouldn't trust him like he does now. Maybe Lucifer was way more emotionally involved than I was expecting with Adam, more that I can understand.

Lucifer doesn't seem like he's gonna respond, it doesn't matter either way, his silence gives me the answer I need and the hint that I should change the subject before anything deeper comes out and I regret asking that question to begin with.

Maybe it is not the place right now.

"You know how my night went," I continue, gaining his eyes on mine "so, how did yours with Ruby?"

Lucifer furrows his eyebrows. "Why with Ruby?"

"There must have been some sort of spell on your perfume because she couldn't leave your side." Those words come out more petty than I intended them to.

Not so much for my luck, Lucifer does notice. An immediate cocky smile appears on his face. "Jealous?"

"Of a girl that hates me? I don't think so." I recover myself quickly.

"She doesn't hate you."

"Oh, believe me, she does." Ruby's attraction is probably obvious to everyone but Lucifer. "Are you into her?"

Why did I ask that? It sounds like I am jealous.

I'm not.

Right?

Why would I be?

"She's nice," Lucifer shrugs his shoulders "and I do like her... but not like that."

"You need to tell her, if she keeps going she's gonna get deeper into you. I've seen it, girls getting their heart broken, it's not very nice."

More than ten times I've seen it, over the years of seeing my mom go through dates and men have me already losing count. Ruby hasn't been nice to me, not even once, I'm not forgetting that, but never would I want any girl to get her heart broken. If I get a chance to prevent it, I am gonna take it.

"Have you ever experienced?" Lucifer's tone goes softer, going perfectly with our quiet surroundings.

I slowly nod. "I think that I've felt every heart broken that my mom went through."

"Is that a lot?"

"Yeah." I can't help but think of those times I found her crying on her bed because some mediocre guy broke her heart. It's not something that I would to bring back anytime soon. "She has this undying wish to find her true love like a Disney movie." I joke, brushing my memories away.

"That's not such a bad thing."

Expecting to see a joking word following his last phrase, I keep my mouth shut waiting.

Waiting and waiting...

Nothing comes.

Is he being serious?

His face doesn't change from the one he had earlier. He is being serious. "Do you believe that true love exists?" I can't help but ask.

"Why not?" He shrugs his shoulders innocently. Oh, I definitely did not see this coming. I lift an eyebrow, confused. "What?" He replies to my weirded out expression.

"Who would've thought? Lucifer Donovan, a romantic." I tease him.

Rolling his eyes, Lucifer lets his head rest on the top of the back of the couch. "I'm not romantic."

"Only romantic people believe in true love."

"You're just a hater of love."

A chuckle escapes my mouth. Maybe.

Looking going to realise that there's just a sip left of my coffee, I decide to drink until the last drop is inside my mouth. Feeling the coldness of the ice touch my teeth as it falls from the glass, I let it go ready to leave it on the side table by the couch. It wasn't a bowl of cereal, but it was something.

When my eyes go back to Lucifer, the surprise of finding his eyes on mine instead of his coffee as a grin is on his lips causes for an inevitably long pause from my brain to try and realise what the hell is he doing.

"What are you looking at?" I ask getting nervous at the way he's staring.

"I just realised something about you." The grin not disappearing from his face doesn't help me on deciding if what's he thinking is good or not.

"What?"

Slowly shaking his head, Lucifer looks away. "I'm not telling you."

"Why not?" He's proud of my intrigue, causing me to hate it even more.

"It'll ruin my fun."

"C'mon, tell me."

"No."

He's so... ugh!

"I hate you."

A low chuckle comes from him. "I know." He's enjoying himself way too much.

Meeting my eyes once again without leaving the back of the coach, the little smile on his face leads mine to his lips. There's not much light in the room, but it doesn't matter, the urge to feel them on mine rushes to my body as quick as possible. I haven't kissed them in a while and my body knows it, asking for them the second I lay my eyes on them.

I eat my need inside by looking back at his eyes still locked on mine. The way he's staring, with shining green eyes and a little smile like he's enjoying his favourite show right now, leads for my heart to speed just like the nervousness annoys my body. I don't think I've ever seen him like this, staring without a care in the world, and not to my body, but my face under the poor light of the room.

What could possibly be the thing he's staring at? Do I have something on my face? Coffee? Milk? What?! The smile still on his face makes me even more nervous. Is he planning my death?!

"I should go to bed." I say before my brain breaks lose and it makes a mess of it all.

Lucifer loses the trance he was in and slowly nods, realising what he was doing as he sits straight on the couch and stares down at his coffee. Maybe now he's freaking out inside just like I did a second ago.

Getting up from the couch, still a bit confused on the staring, leaving Lucifer alone I walk inside my room closing the door behind me. Inevitably, a long and tired breath comes out of my mouth. What is this night? There's not a chance tonight is real. A dream, that's what it is.

Ready to take off my dress and wear my lovely and comfortable pijama, my left hand quickly flies to my back to undo the zipper— fuck. Yep. I completely forgot about his. Ada helped me put it on when I was getting ready. There's no way on earth I'm gonna be able to take this off without any other set of hands.

Oh, really? Am I being filmed? Am I a part of a romantic movie and I don't know it? This couldn't have gone more perfect, could it? I have an extremely hot guy sitting on the couch while I'm here getting undressed. He's here to "protect" me and make sure I'm "safe." It's the middle of the night. He's hot, did I mention that? He's a mystery guy with a mysterious past. Anything else?! The only thing that's left is him telling me he belongs to the mafia and is pretty close the books Ada reads.

What if I just try and grab it to push it down, move my shoulders REAL fast— nope, it's not working.

Fuck.

"Lucifer?" I call his name hating it on the inside.

Hearing his body leaving the couch as he walks closer to my door, I hate what I'm about to do even more. "Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, yeah, I just..." I walk towards the door to open it.

"What?" His concerned eyes make my heart melt— compuse yourself, woman.

"I need help with unzipping my dress. Can you do it for me?"

"Uh... yeah, sure." He hesitates at first, but when I remove my body to the side for him to walk, a slow step takes his body inside.

Knowing what my stubborn self will regret this later, I turn around to get this over with and forget all about it. Immediately, I feel his presence behind me as one of his fingertips brushes against my skin.

"Is this ok?" Lucifer asks in a soft tone.

"Unless you have magic powers that you can remove my dress with just your eyes, then yes, it is ok." I joke trying to defuse the tension around us.

It works, when a little laugh comes from him a little proud smile escapes my lips.

The sound of the zipper slowly getting undone it's soon followed by the sound of my heart beating faster inside of me. I'm glad only me can hear it, otherwise, it would take a lot of words to explain it.

It doesn't help me feeling the warm air from his noise touching my shoulder. Even if he's taking his time, my brain somehow turns it even slower carrying the same rhythm as his breathing with the silence surrounding us allowing me to hear it. Suddenly, the need to take a step back rushes through me to feel his body closer to mine mixing it with his fingertips caressing my skin like he usually does.

Another deep breath comes out of my mouth controlling myself, if I don't, my body will do things not even my own brain will see it coming.

Thankfully for me and my mess of emotions, losing the feeling of having Lucifer's fingers grabbing my dress makes me feel relieved that I didn't do something I would've regret. But also, almost immediately, missing his touch doesn't pass unnoticed when I close my eyes ready to get the dress off my body.

"Thank you." I finally say, ignoring my messed up brain. Removing the straps from my shoulder, the sound of taking a step back can be heard over my heart still beating fast.

"I'll leave you—"

"Don't." My mouth brusquely says.

When I said that I was relieved of not doing something I would've regretted, it meant, universe.

Hearing my words, Lucifer stops with his walk towards the main room. I'm not turning around to see his reaction, I know if I do, the list of things I could do and then regret later is gonna become longer. 

"Just turn around, it's fine." I quickly recover my words. "It's not like you haven't seen my body naked already. Multiple times."

"It does feel a little bit weird. I've never been inside your room."

You've been inside other things alright.

I— hello?!

"It's just a room." I say, ignoring my thought.

"I imagined myself in your room but it's followed by you kicking me out with a baseball bat." He jokes as a take my dress off and place my oversized shirt on.

I suddenly stop processing his words. Imagined?

"Wait—" he quickly corrects himself "it's not like I imagined it, no, more like if I had to imagine—no, not had, if I would imagine myself. Yeah, that's better."

Is he... nervous? Is, Lucifer Donovan, the mysterious guy who drives a sexy ass motorcycle, nervous?

Oh, boy, this is fun.

"Is that you and Teddy?" Changing the subject, once my body is fully covered with my pijama, I turn around to find Lucifer pointing at the messy collage of picture by the side of my bed. Finding the one he's staring at, the memory of that night at our hometown with Teddy comes back to my head when our happy smiles holding two cotton candies appears in front of my eyes.

"Yeah," I nod sitting down on my bed to have a better look at it "a couple of hours after that photo both of us spent an hour sick because of that cotton candy. We ate like four of them." Mom was definitely not happy. She gave us money to have dinner but my stupid and immature 11 year old self decided that, yes, cotton candy is so much better than having a healthy dinner.

"How old is your mom here?" Lucifer's talking about another picture. Looking and me and my mom laying on the floor with drawing all over us, brings a smile to my face.

"I'm five there, so, she's twenty one. That's my fifth birthday," I start to explain when I notice Lucifer's eyes seem to be more interested in that one than any other "we just moved out of my grandparent's house and because my mom wanted that little place to feel like one, she invented a game of who can draw the most in an hour so we could hang them all on the wall afterwards."

"Where's this place?"

"My mom moved us to a hometown called Forwell, it's a couple of miles outside of the city. There's this famous huge library that has a little office on the back, she started working there and in return, we got to live there. Slowly she got better at her job and managed to grow, she runs the place now. That's how we moved to the house she's in with Teddy, still in Forwell."

"She was so young."

"Yeah."

Sometimes I forget everything that my mom had to do to give us a pretty life, we couldn't have the most expensive and fun toys, or even have pizza every Friday night like some kids do, but she managed to make a fun and good life with what we had. And I wouldn't trade it for anything else.

"What's that one?" Lucifer walks closer to me. Staring at a picture hanged behind me, a chuckle escapes my mouth once the drunk eyes of Ada and I bring back the memory of that long and unforgettable night.

"The night I met Ada, we both decided to take a picture after her and I won a beer pong game. Now that I look at it, it was a terrible idea to take a picture, we look so drunk."

Lucifer joins my laugh agreeing with me. Getting a bit further back, my eyes realise the closeness of his face with mine. Even if he's still focused on the pictures behind me, no intrigue on what he's looking at rushes to me, instead, my eyes can't seem to look away getting the opportunity to admire his face up close. I find myself getting lost in him, his soft looking skin and his wondering eyes, almost to the point of not realising that... I'm still staring at him even if he's no longer looking at the pictures, but me.

Meeting his eyes leads for my heart to speed when mine follow how he slowly turns his sight down, towards my lips. Lucifer doesn't step back or say anything about his sudden action, worst, he stays there as if a million of thoughts were rushing to his head. Or just one, but debating if he should continue with it or not.

My eyes look down too. There's not a single part of my body that doesn't want his lips on mine, warming up my body and sending that electric wave to my skin.

Slowly, Lucifer takes a step closer to the bed. Mixing our breathings together because of the closeness grows in me the need to end the space between us. Even if I stay put, my head begs for me to do so, screaming in agony from not having Lucifer against my body right on this second.

Our foreheads touch. Our noses caress each other. Our eyes connect... and gently, Lucifer unites our lips together.

The kiss is not like the others, where a million of messy thoughts transport to it or even hatred, making us kiss like it's the last thing we could ever do, instead, it's slow and warm. Our lips join each other like two pieces of a puzzle slowly becoming one, wanting to experience what it's like to finally feel your other half touch you after a long time of being apart.

Lucifer's hand caressing the side of my waist and making our bodies be closer allows for my stomach to feel those butterflies run wild inside of me. Without opening his mouth much, he manages to slip his tongue out for me to get the hint, and let it play around with mine just enough where they're almost caressing each other.

Without thinking about it, my back slowly starts to move backwards towards the bed expecting for Lucifer to follow me and lay on it with me.

But he doesn't.

For my surprise, he breaks the kiss.

Looking down as I stay still confused on why he broke our lips apart, my eyes follow how his body slowly steps away from my own... regretting what we just did?

"I'm sorry. I—" Lucifer says with his sight still on the ground. "I shouldn't have done that. You went through something horrible and I'm here kissing you? I'm supposed to make sure you're alright, not kiss you. I'm sorry, I'm gonna go to the coach so you can sleep now—"

"Do it again."

Did I just say that?

Lucifer suddenly stopping and connecting our eyes answers my question.

"What?" His soft tone is almost swiped away by my heart speeding.

"Do it again."

At this point, there's no doubt that my body and mouth are acting on their own. The need to have him up against my body once again is bigger than any thought I could have.

"Lilith."

"You want to make sure I'm alright, is that it?" He nods. "Somehow, your kiss made me feel better." I admit. "It fucking did, just like that night at my grandparents' house." My words surprise Lucifer, the way that he's just standing there focused on my mouth and the words coming out of it that not a single muscle from his body is moving. "I don't get it, and I have no idea how to explain it," a long breath comes out of me "but I want you to do it again." I stare at his eyes, sure of what he wants to do. "Please." I beg in a whisper.

A can't count a second after my word, Lucifer with his decisive steps is already grabbing my cheeks and uniting our lips together.

Just like the kiss before this one, it's slow and gentle. Our lips get used to the other before they start to move and give it a rhythm. His tongue joins mine, mixing together and enjoying the fact that neither of us wants to have a break to take a breath in.

Lucifer's hand don't hold me tightly, his grip is enough where I know how my head it's supposed to be. Doing this, the pain of the night in my skin slowly comes back, but it doesn't hurt, instead, his caress makes it come back with a relief feeling, certain that is not gonna be bothering me for much longer. With each movement I can feel the night slipping away from my skin and mind, losing myself in his body caressing mine like it's the most breakable piece of glass in a elegant door.

This time, when my back slowly brings itself down to the bed, Lucifer does join me, sending a bit of butterflies to my stomach as he takes both of his hands to my waist and manages to lift my body to place me comfortably on the bed. Once the back of my head lays down against the pillow, my legs go automatically open for him to rest between them.

He doesn't break the kiss the moment his elbows rest by the side of my head, holding his body above mine. My hands grip themselves on Lucifer's neck, wanting to bring him closer even if there's not space left between us.

Spreading his knees just a bit wide to the side, Lucifer's waist and pelvis brushes against mine allowing for me to start feeling my insides ask for him even more. I have to let out a long breath into the kiss, my lungs can't go further than what I already asked them to hold. Noticing this, his lips leave mine to trace my skin down until it reaches my neck, getting quickly covered in kisses from him.

"Lilith." Calling my name, after giving my skin a deep kiss, Lucifer meets my eyes. "Are you sure?"

I nod, tiredly. "Yes, Lucifer."

"Fuck." Slowly nodding as a smirk escapes his lips, Lucifer looks down to mine. "No matter how much I wanna convince myself I'm the one winning here, the second you say yes, you have me on the palm of your hand, Lilith."

Not giving me a chance to respond, his lips already crushing into mine enables me to even process his words. Taking my hands to his arms to grab them with strength, the moment I do so, his don't hold back when they manage to enable them and lift them up above my hand. I don't complain, when a unconscious smile escapes my face it sends the hint to my brain that deep down, I liked it.

Leaving my lips, Lucifer takes them towards my neck and then chest, tracing kisses down until my dress enables him to touch my skin. Annoyed by this, lifting his body up as he is being held by his knees, slipping his fingers down my dress as I lift my waist, Lucifer pulls it up getting help from my body moving accordingly. Once off, his eyes take the time to admire my body only being covered by my black underwear and bra.

"Jesus—" saying this almost in a whisper, he slowly shakes his head in disbelief of what he's seeing "you're so..."

"So what?" I tease.

"So fucking perfect."

My heart speeds just by hearing his deep and raspy voice say those words about my body. I have to take a breath in to control myself and not melt under him, but deep down I know, a long breath isn't gonna cut it.

"I know." My mouth speaks for itself, saving me from looking like an idiot.

Giving me a smirk as he bends down and takes his face against mine, our breathings start to mix with each other. I stare at his eyes filled with desire, looking at mine like I'm the last piece of food and he's starving to death. "We're gonna piss off your neighbors tonight—"

"The walls aren't that thin." Teasing him, my eyes go down to his lips.

"Then I'll have to make sure you get very, very..." he leaves a gentle kiss on my lips "very, loud."

I can't find the words to say, my chest and stomach getting wild butterflies enable me to find anything to let out. Liking my surprise, Lucifer gives me a tiny smirk before uniting our lips once again.

This time, he doesn't last long there, instead, he breaks our lips apart before I can respond to it. Putting one of his hands on my back to slightly lift it up, my elbows get the hint of him wanting to take my bra off. But before I can even hold my own body, with a quick snap, I feel my bra coming undone behind me.

My eyes inevitably look down as it falls down my stomach once Lucifer removes the straps and takes it off my body to toss it aside. Staring at his face, his eyes go suddenly confused at my surprise face.

"What?"

"How the hell did you do that?"

Smiling proudly at what he has accomplished, he takes off his own shirt and gives me an innocent shrug. "I have my moves." He copies my phrase from the last time we had sex.

Nice.

He has definitely removed bras like that a million of times to be so good at it. And honestly, after giving it a thought, it really doesn't surprise me. It's Lucifer Donovan, he always has something under his sleeve.

Once he bends down and takes his lips to my stomach, Lucifer reaches down to my underwear with his teeth ready to pull it down. Grabbing it by own side, my waist automatically goes up for him to remove it. Luckily for me, I don't have to hold my body like this for a long time, just like before, he manages to take off my underwear as quick as he pulled my bra off.

If I wasn't watching him grab everything, I would totally believe he has super powers and he just did that with his mind because of the quickness of it.

I'm finally completely naked. The way that Lucifer stares at my body just like before my mind begs for him to not say anything like last time, otherwise, I don't think my brain is gonna be the one in control of my mouth but my heart will, already a total mess of emotions.

Thankfully, nothing comes out of his mouth giving me the opportunity to stare at his body in front of me. With his tattoos that don't waste the time to make me love them the moment I lay my eyes on them, his fit body sends a need to my own to have it up against mine, and his quick breathing acknowledging his tiredness from all the movements, Lucifer removing his belt leads my sight to his attractive hands. The veins showing and moving while his long fingers with rings around them grab the belt, sends a grin to my face. My eyes can't seem to stare away from them, admiring every second that those hands with a swing remove the belt from his jeans. I have to prevent myself from biting my lower lip, enjoying it more than I should be.

He makes everything look attractive, doesn't he?

Oh, shut up.

Getting tired of my back being on the bed, without waiting a second or even a reaction from him, grabbing his neck with my left hand to pull me up while bringing his body downwards, Lucifer understands what I want to do and lets me be on top by leaving his body in the same position I was a second ago.

My lips don't hold back, leaving kisses on his stomach the warmth of it rushes to my own body. Tracing down, once I feel his jeans against my lips, my fingers get ready to pull them down and remove them from his body as well as his underwear.

I have to give it to myself too, even if I received a bit of help from him, I did that pretty quickly too.

Finally, he's naked too, just like my body on top of his. Inevitably, my eyes lead down to his erection in front of my pelvis. Again, with my whole strength I manage to prevent my top lip biting on the lower one.
And I'm glad Lucifer can't see my insides, the wetness it's accumulating from looking at his boner and his body under mine doesn't pass unnoticed by me.

Fuck.

"Admiring, are we?" Lucifer teasing me with a grin on his face makes me face him, hating than he caught me staring.

"I was just thinking how is this a great opportunity to kill you." I joke, trying to swerve away from the fact I was mesmerised with his body.

Sitting on the bed while my legs still keep themselves around his thighs, Lucifer grabs one of my cheeks ready to pull me closer to his face, but not just yet. "Do it. Do whatever you want with me, Lilith." His whisper comes almost breathlessly as his eyes don't stare away from mine.

I—

Oh, boy.

If I wasn't trying my hardest to keep my composure, my throat would've definitely made a sound from chocking on my own saliva.

My hand, acting on its own, reaches down to the nightstand by the right side of the bed to open the drawer and find the condoms perfectly saved on the corner. Lucifer's back goes back to the bed as I carefully rip the wrapper and take the condom out. Placing it on the tip and sliding it down, before I move my body towards it, I pinch the tip of the condom to release any unwanted air inside of it.

Finally, lifting my body upward just enough as my hand holds his erect dick, my eyes goes immediately close when the tip of it teases my entrance. I don't wait any longer, slipping him inside of me as slowly as I can let a breath out, the sudden pleasure of it rushes to my pelvis and fills my growing desire for him.

Hearing a low and whispered moan coming from him once he's full inside, a little smile escapes my lips proudly of me being the one who did that for him. My mouth doesn't wait either, feeling his erection hit the end of it, my pelvis gets surrounded by that certain lovely pressure sending a low moan to shake out of me.

"So— fucking wet, Lilith." Lucifer says making me meet his eyes with mine. Giving me a grin, both of his hands grab the side of my waist. "Do it again for me, love."

Contradicting his own words, he doesn't wait for me to do it, instead, with his strength he lifts my own body to make his dick slowly slip out of me. The moment only his tip is inside, with a quick yet hard movement, he drops my body against his pelvis thrusting his erection one more time. I have to let a moan out by the shock of it, trembling my body in the process. Lucifer does the same, but with him it's followed by his hands doing the movement again, not giving my body a break.

Soon after, the quicker he can go with his hands moving my body the room is surrounded my our moans and the sound of our bodies hitting each other. My hands have to rest on his chest, trying my hardest to keep my body straight and not fall back from the pleasure of it. My knees help him at some point feeling his hands slowly let go of my waist getting weaker and weaker the more we move together.

"Shit—" I hear his mouth let out in a quick whimper "You're so good, love, you're so fucking good." Another moan from us shakes the walls.

That sound from him gives me a strange strength to keep going wanting to hear it again. Harder than before, the brusque thrusts make my chest go tense as soon as the pleasure troubles my breathing. My ass and his body hitting each other is joined by a moan coming out of me, enjoying the warmth of our bodies connecting. But I have to stop, the tiredness in my knees are starting to become unbearable. Doing this to suddenly stop and grind my waist on top of his, the only thing we can hear is our heavy breathings surrounding the room.

Closing my eyes, I let my body get used to the relax feeling going to my chest and legs.

"God..." my mouth says out of breath resting my head back. But when I hear a chuckle coming from Lucifer, my intrigued eyes don't waste a second to see what he's laughing at.

"At this point I don't know if you're saying God just because or to annoy me." He jokes.

"I was just saying it just because, but if annoys you, I'll say it more often."

Sitting on the bed once again, placing both of his hands on my waist to slowly help me grinding against him, the cocky smile on his lips make my heart flutter. "I'll give you something that you'll like to say more."

"Yeah?" I tease. "I don't think you're gonna be able to."

"Is that a dare, Avery?"

I innocently shrug my shoulders wrapping my arms around his neck. "It's not dare if I truly believe you can't."

The proudness of my words grows when I see a side smile appear on his face. "You'll regret saying that."

I bring my lips closer to his. "C'mon, make me."

Without me being able to let a breath out, his middle and index finger caressing my wet folds enables me to prevent my top lip biting my lower one. Liking my reaction, Lucifer doesn't hold back moving them to my clit and start rubbing it side to side. At first, like he knows how to work it, he goes slow teasing it until I ask for more without even saying a word. My legs go a bit tense around his body feeling the pleasure of his fingers working on me. Even if I want to keep my composure and my tease on him, the way that he caresses it with more quickness soon after, it closes my eyes as my forehead rests on his shoulder.

I'm ready to feel it go harder on me, but as soon as I do that, he suddenly stops.

"If you look away," he grabs my cheek to move my face in front of his "I'll stop."

A smile escapes my lips. "Oh?"

Lucifer chuckles. "Like I said before, you'll regret saying that."

Hate to admit it but, I'm excited.

His fingers move again on my clit, and this time, he doesn't start slow, instead, like was expecting earlier he caresses it harder and quicker than the sudden air coming out of my mouth.

Like he asked, I keep my eye contact letting him enjoy the pleasure surrounding me. The smirk coming from him makes my chest feel warmer soon after joined by the tension going back to my thighs and pelvis.

"Fuck—" my trembled voice says. The grip of my arms around his neck goes tightly just as I feel a wave of pleasure surround my skin. My feet go tense as well, wanting to press against each other around Lucifer's body. When his fingers leave my clit in a sudden move to trace down my folds, my heavy breathing manages to take over the relaxation in my body and send out the butterflies in my chest as it moves up and down. Teasing my slit with the tip of his index finger, the little gasp escaping my mouth the moment he slips it inside of me sends a slight shiver to the back of my waist.

I fight the urge to close my eyes to get used to the feeling of having him inside of me, curling his finger and moving it gently. Lucifer's green eyes stare at me getting turned on by the sight of me getting weaker and weaker the more he fucks me. Without giving me a break, soon later his middle finger joins his index one shaking a low moan out of my mouth.

"C'mon, we can do better than that, love." Teasing my moan, Lucifer moves his fingers with a quickness that even my chest feels it, going tense the moment it happens. His thumb takes it upon itself to work on my clit, getting me closer to the wanted orgasm the more he moves and mixes every movement together.

Lucifer speeds in and out of me, just like his thumb moves side to side against my clit. "F—fuck." A louder moan whimpers out of me.

A proud smirk appears on his face. "That's it. That's better, Lilith."

My thighs can't get tenser than they already are. Shaking a bit, it doesn't trouble Lucifer's work when this free hand manages to keep me in place by grabbing my thigh with a strong grip.

I want to close my eyes since the wave of pleasure hitting my body for the orgasm to come suddenly appears, but with the strength I can pull out from me, I don't. My eyebrows go furrowed instead as my top lip bites the lower one preventing any sound from coming out.

"No, love" somehow, Lucifer speeds against my clit "don't hold it in, you know how much I love hearing you... c'mon, say my name."

I can feel the orgasm peeking through, how my chest goes warmer and my skin doesn't move from how tense it is. My pelvis rushes with that wave of heat sending a moan out of me.

"That's a good girl." Lucifer says, giving me a grin and a cocky look. "Say my name, Lilith."

At this point, nothing can prevent me from saying his name. I know if I say it, he'll win and my tease will come to an end—

"C'mon, love, say it for me."

The orgasm finally rushes to my body, enabling to control anything that comes out of me.

"Shit, shit, Lucifer—" I whimper out.

"Just like that, baby, that's it."

The more it grows, the more I fight inside to close my eyes and keep my composure. It's getting harder and harder, either way, Lucifer still doesn't stop working on me.

"Please don't—" I cant finish my sentence, the peak of the orgasm hitting my body shakes my body and eats my words inside.

"I know, Lilith, I know."

Slowing down his fingers, Lucifer's free hand reaches up to my back to caress my skin up and down as I feel the orgasm coming to an end. Getting used to it, my heavy breathing and my tired body can finally rest when I let my forehead on his shoulder.

I take my time to get my control back again, after that orgasm, even my brain is far gone.

But I don't last long in that position, when Lucifer lifts his body up from the bed, he manages to also do the same to mine and leave my back against the bed. I'm glad he did so, even if I was comfortable, the feeling of relief coming to my body makes my body even more tired than it was already.

"You think the neighbors are already pissed? I joke once my heavy breathing doesn't trouble my tongue anymore.

Lucifer lets out a chuckle. "They're mad, yeah," bringing his face closer to mine by resting both of his hands by the side of my head, the smirk that he gives me makes my eyes look down to them "but not pissed." Pressing his pelvis against mine, his erection teases my folds stealing a breath out of me. "Good thing we're not done, Lilith."

Lilith...

The way he says my name with his darkly voice causes for my stomach to tingle. My ears want to hear it one more time, hell, a million of times more. But I can't make my wishes come true, he crushes our lips together once again.

Taking his time to move against my folds with his erection by grinding his pelvis, slowly and determined, Lucifer rests his elbows where his hands were getting closer to my body. Doing this, getting him comfortable on my slit, with a gentle movement he thrust inside of me breaking our kiss the process.

"Fuck..." I hear him let out a whisper. Looking down as he doesn't stop, I have to let a long breath out getting used to his dick filling my inside and tensing my waist. Once fully, the pressure hits my pelvis closing my eyes as a low moan escapes me.

Lucifer's lips go towards my neck and leaves a trail of kisses on my skin without removing himself. Letting my body relax under him the breath that hits his skin unites our eyes together. Liking our connection, Lucifer starts moving in and out of me, at first, slowly. But that doesn't last long, the quickness of his movements makes me sink into the bed further.

Our foreheads touch, our eyes ask for more and our lips desire the other. Keeping with his rhythm, Lucifer gives me a simple kiss before closing his eyes and grabbing the sheets above my head to speed his movements.

"That's it, please," I say in a shaky tone "just like that."

The quick breathing of his mouth coming out brushes against my skin. I have to slightly tilt my head back getting hit with my familiar pleasure inside of me. Doing this, I lose his forehead on mine, but it seems that he doesn't care, instead, he starts to suck the skin on my chin speeding his movements without a warning.

"Ah— fuck.." I let out soon followed by a moan. Lucifer joins me swinging his head back just like mine.

His thrusts become deeper for a moment, brusquely moving in and out of me sending that pressure to the back of my pelvis.

The room is now surrounded by his short moans the more he thrust inside, making me get weaker and weaker under him. We both move together just like the bed we're in, making a bit of sound accompanying Lucifer and his sounds. I can't help it, a smile escapes my mouth. I love hearing him moan.

Suddenly stopping with his quickness to turn into a slower one because of his tiredness, Lucifer connects our eyes once again to give a me a grin.

"What are you smiling about?" He asks.

I guess the smile can't seem to want to disappear from my face.

"You sound pretty good when you're fucking me." I tease caressing his hairs with my left hand.

I can tell he wasn't expecting my words. He loses for a second his composure staring at my eyes with surprise. Going down to my lips, he tilts his head to the side finally giving me a smirk.

"We definitely make your neighbours jealous."

I can't help but let out a chuckle. "I'm definitely not gonna be able to look at them in the eyes from now on."

"Why?" He brushes our noses together. "Let them know by looking at them in the eyes that the guy you hate, fucked you." Giving me a quick kiss, not giving me the time to answer him the moment he breaks it by starting his movements once again with a quickness better than before, a surprised moan escapes out of me. A giant smile appears on his face as he kneels in front of me, slowly stopping. "Yeah, maybe I sound pretty good, but you, love, sound unbelievable."

Another moan coming out of me makes me have to grab the sheets by my side with both my hands. Grabbing my legs to lift them up towards my head, it doesn't take long to be joined by Lucifer and the short shaky moans from him. "Fuck— Lilith." He doesn't stop, and it looks like by the sound of his heavy breathing and tired body, that if he keeps this movement he's gonna finish any minute now.

"Keep going." I encourage him with my tired voice. "Lucifer.." I whimper out.

Our eyes connect again making my heart skip a beat. The air comes in and out of me as well as the quickness of his movements. My head tilts back once again feeling my pelvis and legs go tense around him, getting me closer and closer to that wave of heat surrounding me.

He doesn't stop, keeping with the rhythm to make us both shatter and weak on the bed. It works, my legs can't move any longer wrapping themselves up around his waist once he lets go of my legs and brings his body against mine.

Grabbing both of my hands, taking them above my head and wrapping our fingers together, Lucifer shakes a moan out from his mouth as I do the same, getting that strong pleasure on the back of my pelvis.

Touching our foreheads and bushing our noses together, the more and more he moves, the way our eyes connect enables me to look away. I get the need to keep staring until the end of my days, have his green eyes united with mine brushing our noses together. My chest goes tighter as my body goes warmer the more he stares at me and moves in and out, his eyes make a mess of my insides, but not in a bad way... I've never had this before while having sex, but I can tell, it's in a good way. Strange as it is, my mind has no trouble admitting it even if I know later on, I'm gonna hate it.

"Fuck.." his long word gets carried into a moan as he finally comes inside of me.

Our tired and heavy breathings mix together when he slowly stops and keeps his body above mine, carefully holding himself to not hurt me. Lucifer doesn't break our foreheads apart, instead, as our fingers are still wrapped with each other his thumb caress my skin allowing for my body to fully relax, getting the help of the warmth we give the other.

Differently as last time, we stay there, connecting through our eyes letting our minds enjoy the feeling of what we just did. I don't have messy thoughts, hateful words, undecided ideas, or even a single hint of me wanting to get out of this bed. For the first time, I let myself be, treat the moment as a gift and think of him as a good feeling. Because, he is. He makes me feel good.

Not in the way of we just had sex, but in a different way. Something deeper inside of me, inside my chest. The piece of me that beats every time we connect our eyes, or he says words that affect me, or when he just... cares.

Why? I don't have a clue.

Is it gonna be only for tonight? Maybe. Probably.

Giving me a gentle kiss on the lips, Lucifer carefully drops his body by my side as mine just follows him wanting to be held by it. He doesn't question me, worst, he welcomes me as if we did this every night and it was the most normal thing.

Caressing my back with his fingertips, I close my eyes enjoying it. I know that, maybe, in a couple of minutes, hours, tomorrow morning, my head is gonna make a mess of it all. Convincing me this is wrong and we shouldn't be doing this, but tonight, somehow, I shut it off not making me worry of the future. Slowly, my eyes go close fully giving in to the strange yet safe feeling inside of me, taking it as a "well, how bad could it be?" moment.

That, to be honest, between you and me... not bad at all.

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