Lucifer kissed my skin as he peeled the denim of my jeans away.

I sighed and closed my eyes to enjoy the feel of the simple act. His skill was unlike anyone else's. Now familiar to me after dating for months, his hands were firm in movement but soft in touch. He ran them down my legs, taking the fabric with it.

"So beautiful, Olivia," he whispered before brushing upward to work his way under my t-shirt and lift it off.

I hummed under his focused attention. His lips were tender when he pressed them to mine before working down my neck and into my cleavage. He undid the front clasp of my bra, and, as he pushed the material aside, he ran his thumbs over my nipples, eliciting a gasp from me. Cupping my breasts, he replaced thumbs with his tongue, alternating from one to another at his leisure.

Aroused, a dull throbbing ache blossomed between my legs, a memory of the night before. Feelings of guilt tried to force their way into my awareness and spoil the moment, but I pushed them away. Lucifer had agreed, and happily so. Who was I to question?

Lucifer pulled my last piece of clothing down over my hips. I placed a steadying hand on his shoulder to step out of them.

He looked up at me from his kneeling position. His hooded ice-colored eyes told me all I needed. He could touch me the same way a hundred times, and it would still excite me. He could make love to me, or fuck me, or share me, and I'd love him all the more. Laz was exciting and new, but Lucifer was... home.

"I love you so much," I whispered running the back of my hand across his cheek.

He brushed his lips on my fingers. "As I do you, Olivia." He stood and kissed me, building the moment between us. "Let me taste you," he murmured when the kiss broke.

"Whatever you want, Lucifer."

"Climb up on the bed, love, and open to me?" I had an echo from my time with Death the night before, having been asked the same thing under entirely different circumstances. It thrilled me just as much coming from Lucifer as a request as it did from Laz as an order.

I worked my way to the center of the bed. "You have on too many clothes, Lucifer."

"Do not worry about my clothes, Olivia. Concentrate on enjoying yourself."

I blissfully sighed as he pushed my legs apart more, then spread me open to run his tongue over me. I gasped as he did, and he focused on the spot that made me make the noises he liked.

I arched my back as my breath became quicker. Soon, I was on the precipice, ready to go over. His fingers played in my wetness as he worked me, and I whimpered with need when he entered me slowly.

He was gentle, as he promised, but insistent, as I knew he would be. My body tightened as he led me to the edge. The same bubbling of energy began, and it quickly filled me until, at last, I cried out his name as I came in waves crashing on the shore of Lucifer.

He didn't stop until I finished, languid and content. His passion growing, he crawled up the bed and spooned me, pressing flesh to flesh once he snapped away his clothing.

He was hard against my ass, and I moved so I could throw a leg over his and he could slip into me from behind as we lay on our sides. I wasn't as sore as I anticipated, but I was still glad he rocked me slow. He reached around to feel me as he did and held himself off until I was ready to come with him.

He drank down what I gave him when I called his name, purring mine in return in my ear. I turned to him and napped, wrapped up in his wings. When I woke a short time later, I found him looking at me.

"What?" I asked as I ran a hand over his chest, a lazy smile forming on my lips.

He brushed the curls back from my face. "When did you start being able to give energy like Azza?"

I blinked. "Umm... last night? It happened with Death."

"It is a rare skill. We should look into it more."

I chuckled. "You just want a reason to have sex with me more."

His grin grew wide. "Do I really need more reasons, love?"

"No, of course not. I am willing."

He kissed my forehead. "That is good to know. Now, what would you like for food?"

In a matter of moments, I was seated outside on the terrace, candles lit against the coming night, laughing over salad and pasta with my Fallen Angel.

Just as we finished our last bites, Azza and Deirdre returned. He came out to us as she and the driver carried her many bags to her room. She would spend the evening, going through all of her clothes, picking out what no longer fit to give to charity. She'd then put away her new things, all the while having a fashion show with Melissa via Snapchat or some such app.

Azza leaned down to kiss Lucifer hello before turning to me to offer the same greeting. "Enjoy your time together?" he asked with a wry grin.

"Very much," Lucifer chuckled, smirking at me.

"You know I did," I added with a smile of my own.

Lucifer leaned back in his chair, steepling his fingers, "I have a feeling, though, she is likely ready to be taken to Lazarus."

I blushed. I had just been thinking about how to bring up the topic. "I want to go," I explained, "but I still don't know how to act when it comes to the two of you. I don't want my... enthusiasm... for him to make you think I don't want either of you."

"Let's have a conversation about it tomorrow," Azza suggested. "Perhaps over breakfast?" he reached out a hand to me.

I took it and nodded. "I think that's a good idea." I kissed Lucifer, lingering on his lips for a moment before Azza created a portal in the frame of the terrace door. He kissed me soundly, Death grinning just on the other side, then handed me off.

I stepped into Death's arms and found myself enthralled again. My head swam; he was a swirl of energy, a mixture of need and power that threatened to overwhelm me.

As he kissed me, he guided me toward the bed, but the action was interrupted by his phone ringing. "Shit," he cursed, breaking the kiss. "I have to get that, hon. Don't go anywhere." He walked away, the muscles in his back rippling as he answered.

"Yeah?" "Another one? Are y'all sure?" "No, good work. I'll go take a look." He ended the call and turned to me. "There's another candidate in Seoul. I'll be right back."

I sat on the edge of the bed, stomach tight. I pulled out the pendent and watched him appear in it. I gasped when he approached a sleeping boy about Deirdre's age. Death stood over him for a long while, waiting. I didn't understand why until the boy began to have a seizure.

It was terrible to watch. Just as I was going to look away, Death reached out his hand and coaxed the boy's soul from his rigid body. Freed, the boy looked at Laz before hugging him tightly. Laz went down on one knee and began to talk to him. I couldn't hear what he said; the scrying didn't work that way. But I soon realized Laz was talking to the boy for much longer than he might otherwise if just taking him.

He's asking that kid if he wants to be Death! My stomach rolled; dinner was not going to stay down. I made it to the bathroom in time and heaved. With tears spilling over my cheeks, I snapped a portal to Hell.

I collapsed on the carpet with a great sob. It wasn't but a moment later when Lucifer bolted through his office door.

"Olivia!" He scooped me up and opened a portal to our bedroom where Azza paced, waiting for us. Lucifer set me on the bed, and I crawled up to the pillow to bury my face and muffle my crying.

"Azza..." Lucifer began.

"On it," our big Fallen Angel growled, waving a portal into the door of the closet.

Laz's voice came to me, "Where's Olivia?" before the portal closed.

"Olivia, did Death hurt you?" Lucifer asked. I could hear the unspoken threat in his voice.

I shook my head.

Lucifer blew out a breath. The portal reformed, and Azza strode through. "He says he did nothing, Lucifer."

"I didn't! I swear!" Laz exclaimed.

When I heard him, I whirled around. "Get out," I spat at him, the words dripping with as much loathing as I could put in them.

He threw up his hands, eyes wide before he pivoted, and went back through the portal before it closed.

I clutched a pillow as I leaned on Lucifer's chest to cry more.

Azza ran a hand through his hair, resting it on the back of his neck for a moment.

"Olivia," Lucifer emplored gently, "tell us what happened."

It took many breaths to calm myself enough to talk. I swallowed and pushed my voice past the tightness in my throat. "He asked a child. I watched him through the mirror. I watched him ask a child to be Death."

"Son of a bitch," Azza cursed, pacing.

Lucifer clutched me to him as I whimpered a few more sobs. "I am so sorry, Olivia."

I whispered. "He'd really ask Deirdre, wouldn't he? He really would."

"It would seem so," Lucifer agreed with quiet anger.

My phone rang. "I don't want to talk to him," I spat, knowing who it was before even looking.

Azza answered it. "Laz, you're going to have to give her a while. She won't talk before she's ready, trust me."

I could hear Laz say something but couldn't make out what it was.

Azza spoke before ending the call, "Yeah, that's probably a good plan."

"Death says to call him when you're ready."

"He can go back to Heaven where he came from," I declared with venom.

Azza sat on the bed, and the two of them shared a look.

"You're going to have to talk to him, Olivia," Azza urged, rubbing my leg. "You need to work together on this. He needs you to find candidates, or..."

A wave of nausea spread over me, leaving me feeling clammy. "Or he'll ask the only candidate he knows," I finished. "He'll ask Deirdre."