Falling in love~ (Stolitz)-(Smut, fluff, & maybe angst)

~Hurt~

A/N BFFR If y'all don't like the tittle PLEASE tell me, idfk what to put anymore. I need ideas. OH before I forget I'm pretty sure this story is very-very old cuz it was just sitting there in my docs without being touched. Yesterday  I was checking in there to get ideas from my prompts and found this one! It wasn't really finished so I just added a few more details, hope y'all enjoy it!

Prince Stolas walked with brisk excitement, a giddy smile betraying his otherwise dark yet regal visage. Stella's private limousine's tail lights had finally disappeared beyond the mansion gates, and the prince was now free to wait with bated breath for his darling to arrive for his scheduled night of passion. Between the phases of the moon Stolas often found himself dreaming of this one night to return, his mind, heart and... well, other more personal parts of his anatomy... all quivered with excitement. It almost made the wait worth it... almost.

With practice grace, the owl demon unclasped the golden chain that held his cape, allowing it to spill from his shoulders to the ground. His steps were quick but almost completely silent down the richly decorated halls, his claws almost gliding over the cold grey stone tiles. He impatiently pulled at the decorative buttons of his tunic, allowing it to join his cape on the floor, both to be quickly fetched by a small skittish imp in an overly starched collar. The coldness of the mansion sent a pleasant chill through Stolas's feathers as he giggled to himself, the white feathers on his face only just revealing the red of a blush in his cheeks as he quickly entered his bedroom, only to emerge moments later in a flowing black robe. His brisk walk made it plainly obvious that it was all he was now wearing.

"Octaviaaaa~" Stolas called out in a gentle sing-song voice as he entered the formal greeting room. "Darling, daddy is going to be busy tonight with some... private business. Would you-"

"Uuuugh, Dad!" The young teenage owlet lifted her magazine from where she had been reading on the sofa to block her eyes. "Can you at least wait two minutes after mom leaves before you get all..." She gestured at him from behind her magazine, pointing out his general state of undress.

"Ahem." Stolas re-adjusted his robe and tightened the strap. "Now, dear, would you-"

He was once again cut off. "Yes, dad, it's the same EVERY month. I'll order dinner in, I'll stay out of your room, I'll hold any calls." Octavia stood from her seat and with exaggerated slouched shoulders she dragged her feet as she walked past her father. "Just pleeeeeease keep it to your room..."

Stolas shivered as his imagination sent passionate images through his mind. "Brrrr, not if I can help it~"

"Dad!!"

"Gah-I mean... Of course of course of course, darling. We will of course value your privacy. Now give me a kiss goodni-" The door to the greeting room slammed shut as Octavia made her way upstairs. ".... night. Hmm, well." The awkward feeling inside his chest was quickly pushed aside as a low booming chime sounded through the house. He gasped audibly and quickly made a beeline for the door. "Oh! He's early!" Stolas didn't even bother to straighten himself out before swinging open the towering door to his home. "Oh I've been longing for you all night my-"

Standing on the landing bathed in the light of dark blue torches was a small horned imp in a red and blue polo shirt and cargo shorts that barely covered his tiny goat legs. "Uh..." the imp's voice squeaked in an ever NOT so subtle way. He held up a large brown paper bag with grease staining the bottom. "You uh... must really like cheeseburgers, sir."

Stolas tried to fight away the embarrassed flush in his cheeks, quickly pulling his robes tighter around his shoulders. His eyes darted back into the house and with a snap of his finger his servant imp was by his side, standing as tall as the prince's knees. The servant grabbed the bag, and then slammed the door in the face of the delivery boy. He quickly began to deliver the food up to Octavia, when he was stopped by a silent gesture.