Lucifer X Reader

Chapter 11

Author Note- sorry for not posting-tried to make this chapter slightly longer to make up for it.

Going outside, hand in hand with Lucifer beside you, your arms linked, you squint going outside in the light (despite no sun being in the Devildom) and see a rather expensive-looking car waiting outside. Your eyes widen as you glance at Lucifer, half in concern, half in awe.

"I wanted you to feel comfortable-a limousine would have been too cocky, don't you agree?" He stated, smiling at you lovingly, making your heart leap and soar.

"Pft-I would have been comfortable had we gone by foot, let alone in any car like this. You didn't have to waste this much on me, Lucifer." You say, raising your eyebrows in a teasing manner, to which he leans in closer, opening the car door and inviting you inside, right beside the driver's seat.

"I'm not wasting a single thing. Either way, it's rather selfish of you to so boldly assume I am only spending it on you." He said lightly, a familiar smirk plastered on his face. "I'm planning on enjoying this trip also, you know." He said, gently entering the car and turning it on.

Your eyes blinked in confusion:this "publicity" fake relationship... didn't seem to be so -fake after all. Huh. Or at the very least, that was the way it seemed for you.

The car was extremely comfortable, the seating very plush and your body melted into the seat immediately-the temperature was perfect, and the radio was faintly playing in the background as the gentle breeze from the car window made you smile. How was it all so perfect?

As you watched the outside world, watching other cars and your surroundings pass by, Lucifer chuckles.

You immediately turn around, wanting to know what was so amusing.

"This is a fancy car, okay? It's really -quite nice actually..." You muttered, half not wanting to start a teasing argument in the car. Your mind flashed an image in your mind-was this what it would be like to be married to Lucifer-travelling with him in the same car, with playful banter along the way? The heat in your cheeks returned, and you rapidly shook it away. No way would you let Lucifer be aware that just the thought of him made you flush. No way in hell (quite literally).

"It's alright, Y/N. I wasn't laughing at you. Just pleased you like it. Since..." He pauses, tapping his fingers impatiently on the steering wheel, "-you always seem to know what pleases me. I'm always willing to make you happy, even if it is just a car ride." In the end, his words began to fade out, as if he was the embarrassed one. His words rang in your ear, your emotions taking the better of you.

"Let's find more time to be together then, Lucifer." You say, smiling eagerly.

"That's a promise, darling." He replies softly, the word darling once again causing you to spiral slightly.

Throughout the time in this car journey, you talked and laughed over the most random of conversation topics: the latest shit sprees of Mammon, Diavolo and Barbatos along with much of the work the two of you shared. The car ride seemed to flash by, and before you knew it, you arrived at your destination. You peeked eagerly at the venue-a lavish restaurant awaited outside, and you saw that the people which entered it were not only the prettiest of demons, but they were all mostly couples.

You looked down at your normal and casual attire: you had thought that you would change when actually at this mystery venue, not expecting you to be dressed for entry.

Lucifer must have noticed your slight flare of panic, for he (whilst opening the car door) offered you his hand and said, "This place is a hotel alongside a famous restaurant-no need to worry, no judgement is received." As you exited the car, dusting your clothes, he continued to explain. "Many celebrities and actors come here, they usually show up dressed rather casually, which is why the paparazzi are banned from this part of the estate. Everything is privately rented, and most of these people that are currently entering have likely come from photoshoots and business meetings-meaning that is not their average attire, and they will likely have to return it." He stated matter of factly, you having to force your jaw not to drop from this piece of information. Privately rented? Celebrities? Models? What place was this? Were you about to meet some actors? Ugh, Lucifer-why didn't he tell you this sooner? You could have at least prepared.