Blitzy ~

chapter four

Stella walked past Stolas's room. The door was open slightly, so out of curiosity, she peeked in. She frowned slightly at what she saw. Stolas had his arms wrapped around Blitzø's waist. "Of all the fucking demons in hell.." She muttered, closing the door, and walked away. 

"I mean really?" She said to herself, walking down the corridor. "A fucking imp? He just had to stoop that low?" She said quietly, shaking her head. Stella groaned loudly and leaned against a wall. "An imp of all demons..." She muttered. "What would my colleagues think?" She mumbled to herself. "My husband fucking an imp and I'm not doing a thing about it."

**

Stolas woke with Blitzø in his arms. He smiled and tenderly caressed the imp's horns. Blitzø shivered slightly, backing himself more into Stolas. The owl's eyes lit up. It made him happy that for the first time, Blitzø hadn't left, and willingly cuddled with him. 

Stolas quietly removed Blitzø from his arms and got off the bed. He decided that it would be nice to make breakfast for the two. 'Maybe Blitzø will understand I care about him!' Stolas thought, grinning dreamily. 

About half an hour later, Blitzø woke up. Stolas left him a note that said "Meet me in the kitchen Blitzy ;)" Blitzø didn't know what to expect, he honestly thought Stolas was going to be naked on the table, posing, and say he was the meal. 

Blitzø lightly chuckled at the idea. He wouldn't admit to it but he wouldn't mind if that happened. Blitzø was surprised to see all types of breakfast foods on the table. "Stolas? What is all this?" He asked, eyes widening at the amount of food the owl cooked up in such a short amount of time. 

"Well, I didn't know what you liked so I just decided to make everything my little imp," Stolas said, motioning with his hand to the many different foods on the table. He made pancakes, waffles, porridge, bacon, all the types of eggs, bagels, avocado toast, french toast, and so much more. "Stolas... did you make all of this?" Blitzø asked, still in a bit of shock.

"Of course, only the best for my Blitzy!" Stolas said, pinching Blitzø's cheeks lightly. Blitzø blushed, knowing Stolas went through all the trouble of making all this. "You can eat you know, it's not poisoned" Stolas teased. Blitzø smiled at the owl and began to eat.

**

"When did you learn to cook so well?" Blitzø asked, leaning his head off the back of his chair. Stolas chuckled and gave Blitzø a soft smile. "I'm pleased you liked it Blitzy," Stolas said, clearing the plates off the table. Blitzø stared at his hands once the table was cleared off. Stolas and Blitzø sat in silence for a minute, Stolas tracing small circles on the table with his talon. He had been meaning to talk to Stolas about the grimoire and their arrangement. 

"So Stolas.." Blitzø began. Stolas stopped moving his hand and looked at the imp. "About the deal...-" He began, but Stolas cut him off. "Blitzy, we don't have to do anything if you really don't want to.. It can be just a meetup, as friends to just talk..." The owl said, feeling his heart ache slightly. "No." Blitzø said firmly. "What?" Stolas asked, looking at the imp. 

"I said no. I... want to continue our original agreement. And maybe more... hanging out time or whatever," Blitzø mumbled, turning his head away from Stolas. Stolas gawked at Blitzø, he was surprised, but more importantly, he was thrilled. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Stolas quickly got up from his chair and hugged Blitzø. It shocked the imp at first but he hugged the owl back, causing Stolas's heart to melt. 

Stolas tilted Blitzø's chin up to look at him. Stolas kissed him, and Blitzø kissed back passionately, much to Stolas's surprise. Stolas sat on top of the table while he and Blitzø made out "What the fuck." Stolas and Blitzø parted in shock, seeing Octavia standing in the kitchen. "I'm just going to leave now." She said, quickly running out of the kitchen.

"Maybe we should go back to my room~?" Stolas asked seductively. Blitzø smirked and got up. The two demons walked to Stolas's room, making out the whole way there. Ignoring the strange looks the servents gave them.