For The Eternals

Did he really want to burn me with his eyes?

Amy pov

I looked at the clock on the wall. It showed 1 am. Oh my God! It’s one in the morning and I was still awake.

I stopped my typing on the laptop and did some stretching. It’s really good to do that after hours of sitting.

I inhaled longer and smelt the chilly night air from the door to the balcony that left wide opened.

That’s why the room was cold. I focused on my project too much to realize that the door was opened.

I walked to the balcony to close the door when I heard it. It’s like a melody of a guitar.

I stepped outside to hear it better.

Yeah.. It’s definitely the sound of guitar, and it’s very good.

I didn’t understand music but I knew that the melody was amazing. I enjoyed it for some minutes before I felt curious.

Where’s it from?

I tried to looked at my surroundings. It's not from my left or my right. It’s from above.

I didn’t think it’s from heaven but it’s definitely came from higher place.

I didn’t know there’s a room above me. I also didn’t remember Alex showed the attic or something.

Maybe it’s from the roof?

How did a sound come from the roof?

Did someone climb onto the roof?

How?

I walked to the end of the balcony, but I couldn't see anything. Not even a glimpse of someone who occupied the roof.

Another idea came out of my mind. It came because I realized I wasn't a tall person. So, I tried to make my self taller by climbing the fence. One foot at a time.

I promised to myself that I won’t fall, but the destiny called it different. I slipped and felt my self getting lower. I could see the fence of the balcony was getting further. My eyes were blurry by the wind.

It’s not an angel, because it's not white and didn't have a pair of big wings that full of feathers, but I saw something flew toward me. It’s black and red.

Was it a bat?

I didn’t think so.

It came to me and I could see it’s getting closer. The black was his attires, and red was his hair.

He extended his hands to catch me, and when I was aware of myself, I felt his hands held me in his embrace. We're face to face, his right hand was on my back, and his left hand was on my hip.

I could see his eyes, they’re still beautiful even covered with some hair. It’s also beautiful. I’d never see the hair as red as his, but it’s captivated.

I unconsciously touched that red silk. It’s soft just like the string of silk.

“Beautiful.. “ I also unconsciously said that.

Yes, Lucifer was beautiful, just like everyone else in this mansion.

I didn’t count the minutes passed by when I touched his hair.

When I gained my self conscious, I was aware of his hands on my back, his eyes were focused on me, and he’s so close I could felt his breath fanned my face.

I steadied myself and wiggled, trying to touch the ground. Suddenly felt awkward about our position.

“Stop!“ his low voice directly stopped me.

I looked at him through my lashes.

Did I do something wrong?

“We’re on the ground. Don’t make your feet wet.”

His voice was just a little bit above whisper, but I could hear it so clear. It’s smooth and gentle, yet strong and commanding. I could listen to his voice forever.

I was aware of my surroundings now.

We’re in the garden below my balcony. Looked like I fell and he saved me by taking the impact with his body, somehow. I didn’t know how. He just flew from the sky toward me and took me into his embrace. That’s all I knew. I didn’t know the rest. And not care either. As long as I could felt the warmth from him.

I also aware I was barefooted and if I insisted to walk, my feet were definitely wet by the dew on the grass.

Lucifer saved me and also kept me from dirtying my feet.

That’s so sweet. That's the sweetest thing a person did to me.

I didn’t know that despite his cold attitude toward me, Lucifer was actually so sweet.

His command made me stopped wiggling. So, what I had to do now? Sit still and be pretty?

I could felt a movement from his hands. He maneuvered my body on his hands and the result was.. He held me like his bride.

I could felt my face was getting hotter. It definitely red like a tomato now. But even if it's embarrassing, I kinda liked it.

He didn’t take off his eyes on me. It made me feel insecure. His eyes were so intense and I could feel my face getting warmer. I had to turn my head to another direction to avoid his eyes.

He then stepped slowly toward the mansion. And he did that without taking his eyes off of me.

Feeling insecure? So much I couldn’t lift my head. I felt like I was burnt by his eyes and I started feeling the heat from his touched. The tingling sensation also burned my skin from the closeness of our body.

He walked so slow like he didn’t want to walk in the first place. I tried to avoid his eyes for the whole journey to my room.

Why? Because every time I looked at him, I always got his eyes on me. He didn’t do anything else, just staring at me. I caught it too many times, and always got the blush from it. So I just playing with my hands in order not to see those intense eyes.

Slowly but surely we arrived in front of my door, but he still didn’t put me down. I looked at him again.

“We’re in my room. Can you put me down, please?“

He just looked at me, made me almost couldn’t breathe to see those amber spheres.

He didn’t answer me. Instead, he opened the door somehow without taking his hands off of me.

How did he open the door?

I just took an inhale. His kind always surprised me.

He then stepped in and put me down gently. Liked before, without taking his eyes off of me.

Did he really want to burn me with his eyes? Because he could, judging with how hot I felt in every inch of my skin. I was sure my cheeks were red right now, and somewhere else down there was getting wet.