Sunday climbed the stairs of Lucifer's house, her feet dragging slightly as the exhaustion from her day caught up to her. Filming a chaotic YouTube video with her sisters and Noah had been fun, but it left her drained. Still, there was something comforting about ending her day at Lucifer's place. His house, much like him, felt like a safe haven—quiet, strong, and always warm.

She pushed open his bedroom door without knocking. It wasn't like she needed permission to enter; by now, his space had become as familiar to her as her own. The sight that greeted her made her pause, a soft smile tugging at her lips.

Lucifer was sprawled out on his bed, face down, his broad shoulders rising and falling with each deep breath. His locs, freshly retwisted, were splayed across his pillow, and the tattoos that decorated his back peeked out from under the hem of his shirt. He looked like he'd collapsed there, dead to the world.

Sunday shut the door quietly and padded over to the bed. She crawled up beside him, her small frame dwarfed by his massive one. Her fingers ghosted along the ink on his back before gripping his shoulders. She shook him lightly.

"Lucifer Zion Kensington!" she said, her voice a mix of playfulness and exasperation.

He groaned into the pillow, his voice muffled but dripping with sarcasm. "Oh look, it's my personal alarm clock."

Sunday laughed, her knees sinking into the mattress as she crawled around him. Finally, she settled herself on his lower back, straddling him. Her fingers traced the tattoos on his shoulders before she leaned down and pressed a kiss to one of them.

"Wake up," she said, her tone sing-song as she gave his shoulder a gentle bounce.

Lucifer's response was to reach back lazily, his large hand finding her waist. Without warning, he tugged her off balance and rolled her onto the bed beside him.

"Stop all that bouncin'," he grumbled, his deep baritone muffled but teasing.

Sunday burst into giggles as she landed beside him, curling up against his side. "Z, wake up," she said between fits of laughter.

He let out another groan, his arm wrapping around her waist to pull her closer. His eyes were still half-closed, but there was a ghost of a smile on his lips. "I'm awake, what do you want, princess?"

Sunday propped herself up on one elbow, her fingers finding their way into his locs. She twirled one around her finger before tugging lightly on his ear. "To bother you, of course."

Lucifer cracked one eye open, his gaze sharp despite the exhaustion still lingering there. "Why must you always disrupt my peace?"

"Because you love it," she said, grinning mischievously as her hand drifted to his torso. Her fingers trailed along the ridges of his abs, and she could feel him tense slightly under her touch.

"Mmhm," he murmured, closing his eyes again. "Keep talkin'. You gon' gas yourself up thinkin' I like this mess."

Sunday laughed, her fingers now tracing the outline of one of his tattoos. "Oh, you love it, Z. You love me. Admit it."

Lucifer opened one eye again, his lips quirking into a smirk. "Aight, you got me. I tolerate you. That close enough?"

She gasped, feigning offense, and smacked his chest lightly. "Tolerate? Wow, the disrespect."

Lucifer chuckled, his voice low and rumbling. "What can I say? You a handful."

Sunday huffed, crossing her arms as she flopped onto her back beside him. "Fine, if I'm so annoying, I'll just leave."

Before she could even think about moving, his arm shot out, pulling her back against him. "Where you think you goin'? You stayin' right here, princess."

She couldn't help but laugh again, burying her face in his chest. "You're so dramatic."

"Says the one who came in here actin' like a whole earthquake just 'cause I was sleepin'," he shot back, his tone teasing.

Sunday tilted her head up to look at him, her expression softening. "You looked so peaceful, though," she admitted, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest. "I almost didn't want to wake you up."

"But you did," he pointed out, smirking.

"Because I wanted to see you," she said, her voice quieter now.

Lucifer's smirk faded slightly, replaced by something softer. His dark eyes searched hers for a moment, and then he sighed, his arm tightening around her. "You somethin' else, you know that?"

Sunday grinned. "And you love it."

"Yeah, yeah," he muttered, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Now, can I go back to sleep, or you got somethin' else to bother me with?"

She shook her head, nestling closer to him. "Nope. Just wanted to be here with you."

Lucifer let out a content sigh, his hand moving to rest on the small of her back. "Aight then. But you better not snore, princess."

Sunday giggled, closing her eyes as she relaxed against him. "No promises."

note; if someone asks me to put him in their vids istg😔