Saving Lucifer

Lucifer's Kiss

I looked at him closer, studying his face. His new face. It was weird seeing a different man in front of me and refer to him as Lucifer.

"Hey, Angel." he spoke softly.

Even his voice was different. I hated it.

He was looking at the floor for a few minutes, I grew impatient and smacked the top of his head with the note pad. His head popped up in shock. He stared at me for a moment then laughed.

"I can see humanity hasn't taken the feistiness out of you."

I blankly stared at him before rolling my eyes.

"They tell me you don't remember anything about coming after me."

I shook my head no.

"Do you remember anything before coming after me?"

I picked up the pen and began to write.

I remember checking on Abbie.

"Oh? What happened there?" he asked.

She was coloring.

"She said you guys did that a lot." he smiled.

I nodded yes.

"She showed me the picture she drew. She said it was me running from black smoke."

I stare at him not knowing what he was talking about.

Sighing sadly, he leaned forward in the chair, placing a hand on the rail of the bed.

"Can I try something?" he asked.

Confused, I nodded yes.

He stood, leaned over the bed staring at me for a moment. Swallowing nervously, I winced at the pain in my throat.

Lucifer leaned in and pressed his lips to mine. I didn't react for a moment, frozen in shock. I felt energy surging between us. Feeling guilt course throughout my body, I tensed. He moved his lips against mine slightly, parting mine. His hands cupped either side of my face as an icy feeling filled my mouth. I wanted to pull away from him but I felt a pull within him. Pulling me to him.

He closed his eyes as his thumb caressed my cheek sending electricity jolting throughout my body. I pulled my head away from his, he tightened his hold and muttered, "I'm not done." against my lips. His icy breath danced across my lips sending chills down my spine. He closed the gap between our lips once more, the icy feeling entering my mouth again. I closed my eyes at the relaxing sensation. It felt right and that unsettled me.

As I reached up with my free hand, I grabbed his wrist but before I pulled his hand away from my face the picture flashed in my mind. Abigail was holding a picture of a stick figure running from black smoke. Then I was standing in the garage, Dean loading up the Impala. Under the underpass, in front of the door. Walking through the dark twisted hallway. Fighting. Walking down into a floor. Lucifer on the floor, helpless.

My eyes shot open. As Lucifer slowly pulled away, a glowing strand seemed to linger between us. Feeling my body tingle, a warming sensation filling every inch of me. I looked up at him speechless.

"You remember now, don't you?" he smiled.

"I do." I spoke, pain-free.

My body no longer hurt. It wasn't uncomfortable when I'd take a deep breath and the best thing was, I remembered.

Can you hear me?

Lucifer looked at me confused as he sat down in the chair.

"Why speak like that? We're alone. I'd know if someone was listening."