Demonic Desires

Getting Closer

Chapter Text

***4 weeks later***

Lucifer walked downstairs after waking up early for a change. As he approached the kitchen he smelled a faint aroma coming from inside. It smelt delicious and it made his mouth water. He slowly pushed open the door and peeked inside to see who was awake. There he saw Starry standing over the stove cooking something. Her long black hair hung down and framed her face perfectly. She wore nothing but an oversized shirt that stopped mid-thigh. She was barefoot and swayed slightly while humming to herself. Lucifer's breath hitched in his throat as he watched her move around. She was breathtakingly gorgeous and he couldn't help but stare at her. Suddenly she turned to grab a pan off the counter and froze upon seeing him. "O-oh... hey Lucifer.. I didn't hear you come in. Uh, do you want some food? I'll make you some breakfast and coffee if you want." Starry said with a soft smile as she put the pan on the stove. Ever since the incident, things have been different between them. Starry isn't as hostile and bitchy towards Lucifer and he wasn't so uptight and strict with her. It helps that they've gotten closer since Lucifer has to go with her pretty much anywhere, per Diavolo's orders. At first it was awkward and annoyed Starry, but now she's used to it and has gotten more comfortable with him.

It took every ounce of strength not to just push her down onto the counter and ravish her right there. Instead, he just cleared his throat and nodded. "I'd love some food. Thank you." He said in a surprisingly soft tone. Starry simply smiled brightly before turning to cook. Her hips swayed hypnotically as she moved around. His eyes wandered over her figure before stopping on the large shirt she wore. He wondered who it belonged to. She never wore anything so big. Then it dawned on him that it was most likely not hers. Was she wearing a man's shirt? Had someone given it to her? No, she was wearing it around the house. Meaning she probably sleeps in it. So who did it belong to? "Is that your boyfriend's shirt?" Lucifer blurted out before he could stop himself. He regretted the question immediately as his face started to warm up. Starry paused and raised an eyebrow before turning around to look back at him. She looks at him and looks down at the shirt covering her. "Umm no.. I don't have a boyfriend. I bought this to sleep in and to wear around the house." She explained before turning back to the stove to tend to their food.

The words hit him like a punch to the gut and his heart leapt out of his chest. He almost collapsed onto the floor from the relief that flooded his senses. He wasn't sure why it affected him so much but the fact that she didn't have a boyfriend made him extremely happy. She was single and that was a huge relief. Lucifer shook his head and sat at the kitchen table and waited patiently for her to finish cooking. A few moments later she brought a plate over and set it down in front of him before handing him a cup of freshly brewed coffee. The food smelt and looked amazing and it made his mouth water. "Thank you this looks incredible." He said as he looked up at her and smiled. He noticed she blushed lightly when he did and it made her look even more beautiful. She returned the smile and went back to the counter to get her own food and drink. Once she finished making her plate she sat across from him and the two started eating. It was silent except for the sound of them chewing and the rain pattering against the windows. It was peaceful and Lucifer found himself relaxing as he ate. Once they finished breakfast Lucifer stood up and brought their dishes to the sink before starting to wash them. Starry stood up and brought the pans over to wash as well. As she moved next to him she accidentally bumped him with her hip. "Shit.. sorry about that, I wasn't paying attention." She says with a sheepish smile as Lucifer wipes the water off his shirt. Her ears lowered halfway as she got ready for him to lecture her about paying attention. But he would be right, so she doesn't give him any bitchy attitude. She looks up at him with her cheeks warming up knowing that she deserves it.