Kneel

Case 58

A/N: If you're not caught up with Season 6, there are spoilers from here on for that season

  Crashing into the dark house, Lucifer kicked the door closed behind him. My fingers were running through his hair as our kisses were heated and hungry. He then grabbed my hips to pick me up and carry me the rest of the way to my room.

  Lucifer stumbled when he ran into the edge of the couch.

  "Should have warned me you moved the bloody couch." He grumbled, making me chuckle.

  "I didn't. Maybe you should pay better attention to where you're going."

  "And take even an ounce of attention away from you? The couch isn't worth it." Lucifer smirked while going down the hallway and kissing me again. The war had been won, but the fear, the turmoil, the loss was still like a fresh cut for us both.

  And Lucifer had finally admitted he loved me.

  He'd shown it in his own ways, however, him actually saying it had a different impact. And from the multitude of things that had happened earlier that day had us groping and kissing each other as soon as we got out of the car.

  The bedroom door nearly slammed when Lucifer shut it behind him without paying attention to how much strength he used. His lips moved to my neck as his hands slid under my shirt and up my back.

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*6 Weeks Later*

  "Well....hel-lo, Misha." Lucifer was grinning as he watched me walk over. I scoffed as he looked me up and down, but it wasn't as if this wasn't the reaction I was hoping for. Lucifer had planned a date for his final night in L.A. before his coronation, so I actually dressed up nicely in a fitted suit.

  I had my binder on to flatten my chest, and my hair up in a bun since I couldn't figure what else to do with it, so I was glad Lucifer was appreciating the effort.

  "Shall we, handsome?" Lucifer smiled while offering me his arm.

  "Ever the gentleman." I hooked my arm with his as I took a second to admire him in his white and black suit. I then turned my attention to the large building in front of us as Lucifer led the way inside.

  "I can't wait to show you this."

  "You've certainly shown it." I chuckled.

  "Oh, too much?" Lucifer looked at me with furrowed brows.

  "Oh, no! No, no, I like seeing you excited about something. I just meant how you've been giddy since bringing it up. You still haven't actually told me what this place is, though." I added while looking around at the fancy decor and antique lighting.

  "Believe it or not, this is the world's only private club for magicians. Apart from the one that I started with Rasputin. The Romanovs were furious." Lucifer smiled while leading me down a hallway and into a room where I saw posters of famous magicians throughout history.

  "Oh, thank Hell." I sighed with relief, and Lucifer gave me a look. "Sorry, when you said 'magicians' I thought you meant literal magicians. Divinity is one thing, magick woohoo is another."

  "Good thing this is just human stage magic then! Oh, Dai Vernon. Do you know who Dai Vernon is?" Lucifer asked as we stood by a staircase.

  "Not a clue."

  "The Professor?" I shook my head. "Doesn't matter. Dai Vernon challenged a young David Copperfield to a drinking contest at that bar right there." Lucifer pointed at the bar before sighing with a smile. "1971. I refereed."