Mr Bodyguard

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- Dior - 

"I'm starting to think you're hurting me on purpose Dior," my grumpy man friend grunted out through gritted teeth. His head is currently resting on my lap, eyes closed as I pluck his eyebrows to make them look even prettier than they already do. I giggled at how much of a big baby he is. 

Seriously, you'd think a man who's been beaten, stabbed and shot many times in the past would be immune to pain. But no! He gets hurt when his eyebrows are getting plucked. 

-and when I pop his pimples. 

Don't judge me it's satisfying

"How on earth are you in the mafia?" I joked sarcastically, kissing the tip of his nose. 

He laughed lowly at that, sitting up and pulling me into his lap. I grabbed the hand-held mirror from the bedside table and held it in front of his perfect face, urging him to look. 

"Look at how nice your eyebrows are now!"

"I'm so fucking sexy."

He whispered, taking the mirror from my hand and pulling it closer to his face. 

"I second that," I agreed, leaning my head on his shoulder. 

He smiled down at me, putting the mirror back in place before tightening his hold on me. 

"You're sexier though," he assured, kissing my lips softly. 

"I know."

(we love a confident couple)

"Do you want to go shopping with me?" I asked, looking up at him. 

"You already have millions of clothes my love."

"No I don't..." 

He gazed down at me with a raised eyebrow and a knowing look. 

I rolled my eyes.

"-fine I do, but there's no harm in getting more, right?" I asked for confirmation. 

"Right."

"Alright, let's get ready!" I say excitedly, pulling myself away from Lucifer but I don't get very far since he drags me back into his lap. 

"Give me five minutes, I'm still recovering from the torture you put me through," he mumbled with his head nuzzled into my neck. 

"It couldn't have been that bad," I argue, tracing the outline of his relaxed face. 

"It was that bad, and I'm not letting you do it again," he concluded. 

"I'm sorry Luci," I apologised with a sign, a light chuckle leaving my lips. 

"You're lucky you're cute."

"I know."

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After getting ready, which probably took an hour maximum though Lucifer likes to exaggerate and say it was 3 hours, we finally arrived at the mall.

We walked around the mall hand-in-hand and I mainly browsed all the clothes and shoes, whilst Lucifer just stood and watched, occasionally making suggestions on what would look cute on me, which was basically everything. 

I sometimes wonder how awkward it would be to have a bodyguard following you around all day long if you didn't like each other. The thought makes me glad that I was able to get Lucifer to warm up to me, otherwise I would find every excuse to stay home with papa or my brothers just so I wouldn't have to be alone with another person.