The Way You Broke Me /on hold

Good luck Barbie/un edited

~Alexandria~

"Buongiorno amore Mio" Lucifer comes from behind catching me a bit off guard. His rough hands snake around my waist as his head nuzzles in the crook of my neck. His morning voice makes me a bit weak. I swear mafia men are the most attractive men in the world.

It's 11 a.m. right now. I woke up around an hour ago but still haven't eaten breakfast. I was making Huevos rotos con chorizo, aka Lucifer's favorite Spanish comfort food.

"Buenos dias querido" I turn around and kiss him lightly. He smiles through the kiss and turns me fully around so that my body was pressed against his and my back was turned around to the stove. We break away after a few more seconds and look at each other. 

He had his hair messed up after sleeping, a smile was playing on his lips as he and I kept looking at each other only centimeters away from each other.

"Hi" he whispers and I smile, my cheeks turning a light shade of pink.

"Hi" I whisper back. Our foreheads touch as I peck his lips multiple times.

"Is that Huevos rotos I smell?" I laugh a bit as his head shoots to the stove and hunger becomes evident in his gleaming eyes

"sí" I simply answer and turn back around so I could finish making breakfast. I feel a kiss being placed on my head as lucifer walks up to a cupboard to take out two plates for the both of us. I put the food on the plates and we sit down to eat.

Lucifer moans as he shows more eggs into his mouth.

"I lowe you," he says with his mouth stuffed. I laugh a bit and finish my plate.

"I know, who doesn't" I replied and he chuckles. Only now do I notice the absence of a shirt on him. He had great defined abs and v-line. His muscles were relaxed and his arms were veiny. I could clearly see his muscles working as he ate and ate.

"Didn't your parents teach you that staring isn't nice?" he asks with his brow raised

"Didn't yours teach you not to talk with your mouth full?" I turn back to put my plate in the dishwasher but feel my feet quickly leave the floor and my body being thrown over a shoulder as fingers started to tickle my stomach.

I laugh uncontrollably, to the point I can't breathe, as im being dropped onto the couch and see Lucifer towering over me with a smirk on his face. My stomach hurt like hell but he wasn't letting me go.

"Stop-p I can't p-please" I say in-between wheezes and breaths of air.

"Ottieni quello che meriti" he says while still tickling me. "You get what you deserve"

"Please" I laugh out

"Alright, your wish is my command Bambina," I thought my pain was over. Boy was I wrong. Before I have the chance to breathe Lucifers huge body drops onto mine. I hate this man with passion. "Is that better?" he asks. My lungs are literally being crushed, I can't breathe and I can't fucking feel my arms and legs. How the fuck is that better?

"No, no get your fat ass off of me" he laughs, but still lays on top of me. I manage to free my hand.

"You think I have a fat ass?" he raises his head and I chuckle

"Sí, In fact, I think it's fucking huge, like a dump truck." I laugh and he stands up. Oh, fuck im in trouble now I shoot up from the couch and start running with my plate still in hand. I hear his heavy footsteps behind me, both of us laughing our fat asses as we run around like five-year-olds.

After ten minutes of running around laughing, trash-talking, and goofing around overall we were tired as fuck. Now I was sitting on the kitchen island as Lucifer was standing in between my legs, pecking my lips oh so often as we talked about yesterday's meeting.