MELANIE COULD NOT RECALL A time where she had felt quite as excited. Something about the abnormality of her taking a stranger - Satan of all people - to her senior dance made her feel giddy. No one but she knew who he truly was and bringing someone who was considered evil in every way possible was going to just walk through the front doors with her for a couple of spins on the dance floor. 

"Satan?" Melanie asked as she sat at her dresser applying some make-up.

"The one and only," replied Louis, sitting up further on the bed to engage with her.

"Red lip-stick, pink-lip stick or lip balm?" she asked, holding up three tubes of beauty products. She observed Lucifer curiously, wondering which of the three options he would opt for. The pink complimented her complexion whereas the red would be the only pop of colour to go with her out fit. Lip balm seemed like the safest option with minimal smudge disasters. Plus, she sure as hell wanted to kiss him again without leaving a streak of colour across his face.

"Lip balm," Lucifer decided. "No accidents can happen that way."

"You took the words right out of my mouth," Melanie said before applying a coat across her lips. She looked at him in the mirror as she placed the tube into her purse. He was sitting on the bed, still in his clothes from earlier and Melanie soon grew even more frustrated. Why hasn't he left to change yet? kept running through her mind. She was desperate to lob him across the head with a pillow - again.

"When exactly are you planning to get off your arse and go back to Hell to change?" Melanie questioned. "It's not long before we need to think about getting there. I mean, it's not too far of a walk but we need to think about the fact that the traffic outside the school will be hectic."

Lucifer chuckled quietly. "Time works differently in The Beyond remember? I could be gone for a second here while it's been ten minutes there. Don't worry - I'll be ready as quick as a flash."

"You'd better be," Melanie warned, pointing an accusing finger at him. "Because I don't want to miss this after finally being forced into it. Molly would kill me."

"I thought your gay friend would be the more likely one to kill you," Louis laughed and Melanie simply rolled her eyes at him and stood from her seat. She allowed Louis to gaze over her for a little longer than necessary. Her blond hair was in loose curls around her shoulders, her make-up light and adding more depth to her features.

A moment of silence fell upon the pair as the looked at one another from different ends of the room. Melanie shimmied from side to side, slowly and - she hoped - teasingly, with Louis' eyes on her all of the way. "You like so far?" she asked as she flicked her hair over her shoulder.

"Hotter than the fires of Hell," Louis told her with a small wink.

"Are the fires of Hell hot, though? I've heard that Hell is cold, a frozen wasteland. I've also heard it's hot, with fire and tortured souls everywhere. Which is it, Satan? Or can you not tell me until I drop at eighty?"

The corner of Louis' mouth lifted up into a sly grin and he changed his position on the bed so he was lying on his stomach. "Why are you so eager, dear Melanie? So close yet so far from death, and you wish for me to give you spoilers about life after this?" He rested his chin on his clasped hands and continued. "Such poppycock you speak."

"It's simply curiosity," she told him as she walked over to her wardrobe and pulled out her black dress. She saw Louis' eyes wander over the silky material, his grin growing larger by the second. "This is the dress that caught my eye," she told him as she smoothed it out against her side. "Thoughts?"

"It's almost like you're my companion in Hell already. I'll expect you to be wearing these sort of gowns to please me when you're by my side," he teased as he kicked his feet back and forth like a child. Melanie looked up at him and considered his offer once again; the offer of becoming his companion after she died.

It all seemed too surreal and yet, it was very much happening right before her eyes. The cocky and sinfully good-looking man before her had offered youth, immortality and himself to her, an offer she had had a very hard time declining. However, it was the right thing to do - she was only eighteen, with her whole life ahead of her. What if she had a family - a husband and children that she longed to greet in Heaven? If she were in Hell, what sort of mother would that make her? Her brother Craig was in Heaven no doubt, and the thought of being reunited with him brought a smile to her face.

"Wouldn't that make you happy, Louis?" she chuckled before she told him to cover his eyes.

"Why? I've seen you getting changed before."

"This time, I need to secure my boobs into my strapless, so if you don't mind, this would be the perfect time for you to bugger off back home to get changed. Because I will not forgive you if I have to end up showing up with a guy in jeans and a vest, I swear to..."

"Wow," Louis started. "You trailed off. I applaud you for biting your tongue Melanie. We don't want to hear any foul language from you."

"How is His name foul language?" she asked incredulously.

Louis glanced up at her before jumping from the bed to move towards her. In less than three stride, he was before her, standing just an inch taller. "Because," he began, reaching to twirl a lock of her hair around his finger, "I do not like it, and words that people do not like tend to be inappropriate words. Wouldn't you agree with me, Cooper?"

Melanie tried to focus on his words but it was ever so distracting with his mouth so close to her own. She could feel his breath on her face and see the blue sheen in his eyes and suddenly desperation took over her; she was desperate for him, for his everything. A part of her knew it was wrong, scandalous even, and yet she found it easy to ignore the constant warnings and continued to focus on her want. She wanted him, in every possible way - to be her significant other, to take her places on holiday, to hold her hand, to kiss her cheek, to keep her warm and safe. She knew none of that was possible, at least not while she remained in the Land of the Living and it truly irked her.

"Louis?" she whispered up to him.

In reply, he simply raised a brow and allowed his hand to move to her jaw. "Yes?"

"Would it be completely wrong of me to ask something of you?"

"Depends what it is," he told her as his thumb caressed her skin. She shivered at the touch and brought her hands to his chest.

"If I asked you to kiss me, would you?" she asked.

Baffled, Louis frowned down at her. "I thought you were going to say something dirty, Melanie."

She shrugged. "Kissing can be dirty. It can be very dirty," she said, annunciating each word as she leaned closer to his lips. His blue eyes were on her face the entire time and the small smirk that seemed to be permanently branded on his mouth slid. Melanie was about to ask what was wrong but she had no chance as there was a knock at the door.

"Melanie, you've got half an hour left before you need to leave!" her mother shouted from the other side of the door.

Melanie's eyes widened as she glanced at the clock. Holy shit, she thought as she rushed over to her gown and frantically began undressing, throwing her robe onto the floor without a care. She pulled the dress on, smoothing out the few wrinkles towards the mermaid-like bottom before turning to Louis for feed-back. He looked lightly shocked at her sudden burst of adrenaline but said nothing except, "You look gorgeous," before bending down to pick up her dressing gown.

"Thank you," Melanie said as she looked in the mirror once again, flicking stray strands of hair out of her eyes and making sure her make-up was alright. "Do you like the dress? I thought of you when I picked it out. Quite saucy don't you think?"

"If by saucy you mean sexy and elegant then indeed," Louis told her as he looked down at the item of clothing he still held in his hand. "You are aware that you got dressed in front of me, right? Also, you weren't wearing anything on your top half."

For a moment, Melanie blushed. Great, she thought as she absent-mindedly adjusted the strapless bust of her dress. She was embarrassed all of a sudden. "Well, the dress is strapless. I can't wear a bra with it."

Louis raised a brow. "Then why did you say you needed to use a strapless one? And why did you lay it out before your shower?"

Melanie was even more embarrassed. Slowly, she glanced to her left to see he was telling the truth; there was the undergarment she had originally planned to wear below the gown. She looked back round at Louis and swallowed before saying, "Ah."

Louis laughed before dropping the dressing gown on the bed and reaching for the bra, twirling his fingers at Melanie. "Turn for me."

"You want to dress me now, Lucifer?" she laughed as she obliged and faced the opposite way. Slowly, Lucifer helped her into the undergarment, fastening it at the back before pulling her dress up, over it. "You can't see the bra can you?"

"Nope," Louis said as he spun her around and into his arms. "Even if you could, it's not as if I would mind."

Melanie rolled her eyes at him and glanced down at her phone, eyes widening in alarm when seeing just how quickly the time had flown. "Wow, you need to leave."

"Leave?" Louis questioned.

"Go to Hell, literally, and change into something more dance-like. Now, Satan."

Louis just raised a brow and opened his mouth to speak. However, he never got a chance to say anything as the bedroom door opened unexpectedly and Melanie's mother entered with a stern look on her face. "C'mon, Lass! Time is flying by and you still don't have shoes on or your purse or anything! Who are you going with by the way?"

Melanie forgot how to speak for a moment and she stood very stupidly in front of her mother with her mouth open, trying to think of something to say. "Er, I'm going with Luc-I mean Louis. A friend from school. He's cool. And, he's going to walk me there."

"He doesn't have a ride?" her mother inquired.

"Nope, he's being a gentleman and walking me. That way we can chat and shit before we get to the actual dance."

Her mother looked forlorn and with a sharp nod, she left the room.

"You should manifest a car Satan, if you can," Melanie said as she turned back to face Louis. However, she was shocked to see that he had vanished into thin air. She frowned as she wandered around her bedroom to double check she had picked up everything that she needed. "Keys, purse, phone, dignity for now..."

A knock at the door surprised her. She scampered over to the window and peered down at the door below. She let out a sigh.

"How do I look?" Louis called up to her, spinning once so she could overlook his costume change. Much to her surprise, Louis had changed into a smart suit with the finishing touches like polished shoes and tie. He looked incredibly smart and Melanie wondered if she had accidentally started drooling.

With a raised brow she said, "Devilishly handsome, Satan."

"Just what I was going for," he chuckled before sorting his collar. Then the front door opened and Melanie could her her mother making conversation with him.

"Melanie, Louis is here!"

"I know," Melanie muttered as she looked around her room one last time. Just as she was about to leave, she caught sight of the cross necklace she had bought. Quickly, she snatched it up and clipped it into place before leaving her room. Purposely, she reached up to play with the charm to hide it from Louis' sight.

"Hey," she casually spoke as she saw Louis in the hallway. Her mother was beaming back and forth between the two of them and Melanie just rolled her eyes before reaching for Louis' hand. He grasped it tightly in his own and pulled her into his side, Melanie grinning widely as her mother continued to observe the pair of them.

"You look beautiful, Melanie," Louis said in her ear. "We'd best be on our way then. It was lovely to meet you," he continued, holding out his other hand to Melanie's mother. She shook it once and patted Louis on the back before giving the strict warning of looking after her daughter.

As soon as the pair had left the house, Melanie allowed her hand to drop from the necklace and she waited patiently for Satan to catch sight of her necklace. She longed for another hilarious action.

"I'm pleased you're here for the dance. And I must say, you scrub up pretty damn well."

Louis smiled widely at the street ahead as he wrapped her arms around her shoulders. "I must say you look gorgeous too," he complimented, turning to look at her. His eyes took a full scan of her, his blue eyes focusing on her chest for a moment longer than necessary. He smiled as he looked into her eyes. "Unbelievably gorgeous."

Melanie waited. The anticipation was killing her and it continued to all the way up until the pair of them reached the thicket of trees in the park. Melanie stood for a moment on the spot, her arms folded across her chest. Louis, confused, stopped and looked at her with a furrowed brow.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"C'mon, Louis," Melanie said with a smirk. "Don't deny that you can't see it."

"See ... what exactly?" he pondered, seeming to be genuinely confused.

"The..." she started, slightly confused herself. "You honestly haven't noticed?"

"Haven't noticed what?" Louis asked, taking a step forward. "The way you look stunning tonight?" Another step. "Or ... the way your body looks magnificently beautiful in that dress?" Another step. "Or are you referring to the undeniable chemistry between us?" Now he was standing right before her, backed up against the trunk of a tree.

"I..." she stammered. She cleared her throat and looked him square in the eye. "I-"

Louis cut her off as he pressed his lips against her own.

They kissed passionately for several minutes, Melanie's hands in Louis' hair as his wandered over her hips. She just couldn't get enough of him; his charm, his cockiness, his humour, his smile, his true and unbelievable identity. All of them, together as one had her craving for him in every possible way.

"You bastard," she mumbled against his lips.

"Why," he paused before kissing her again, speaking between each meeting of their mouths, "would you ... call me ... such a ... vulgar name?"

"Shut up," she told him as she pulled his mouth back down to hers. His tongue invaded her mouth and a small sound which almost resembled a squeak left her lips. Louis chuckled against her mouth and slowly inched his hands up to her breasts. Melanie's head was spinning and she had to ponder if she were drunk once again. But no. She was heavily intoxicated by the man before her.

"You look beautiful," Louis told her again, his hands travelling further up, towards her head. "But I want to alter one, small thing."

"What?" she gasped.

With a sharp tug at her neck, Louis pulled the chain from her throat and threw it aside. "Ah, much better."

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