Partners in Crime

7: Morning

Lucifer's POV

Gosh my head hurts. Ugh. I sit up, holding my head in one hand. I pop my back with a satisfying pop and catch a glimpse of someone else's skin. I look over next to me and immediately start blushing as red as a cherry. I have a shirtless Alastor in my bed. In MY bed!! Am I in a dream?! I pinch myself. Not a dream. Did we...? Oh my lanta. We couldn't have! There's no way. No flipping way. I don't remember doing it. What would it be like if we did? Probably be hot as fuck. WAIT NO!

The doorbell rings, taking me out of my colorful thoughts. Shit. Shit. Shit. I need to wake Al up. I touch him, only to immediately remove my hand. He doesn't like being touched. Must respect that.

"Alastor," I whisper loudly. He looks at me, still waking up.

"What?" He sits up, covering his chest with the blanket. I wonder where his shirt is.

"Someone's at the door."

"Well answer it!"

"Right." I climb out of bed and feel bandages on my arm. Weird. I don't remember getting an injury. I open the door and it's Rosie. Shit. Shit. Shit.

"Heyyy Rosie. Whatcha doing here?" I nervously smile at her, pointing a finger gun. What is wrong with me? I'm already messing this up. 

"Where's Alastor? I tried calling him, but apparently he isn't home. So he must be here."

"Who?"

"Alastor? Your neighbor?"

"I don't have neighbors." I stare blankly at her. Why the fuck did I say that? Oh my word. I can tell she knows I know Alastor's here. I'm terrible at lying. I get nervous and forget everything. I can't help it.

"I'll come back another time. I let you and Mr. Radio Show have fun. Tell him I said hello. See you later, Lucifer."

"Bye Rosie." I shut the door. I messed up. I always mess things up. I rub my eyes and yawn. I walk back to my room and see Alastor. Right, he's still here. Al glares at me. He must have heard the conversation.

"Rosie said hi." I give a nervous smile.

"You idiot."

"Sorry. I got nervous. Uh. Can...Can I ask you something?"

"Ask away."

"Did we...you know...last night?"

"Did what? You were drunk and bloody last night. If you're implying that we had sex, we didn't. I'm only here now because you asked me to stay. I have no shirt because it's full of your blood."

"Is that why my arm is wrapped?"

"Yes!! You seriously don't remember? Stop getting drunk in the middle of the night you imbecile. Stop cutting yourself too."

"I did this myself? You didn't cut me?"

"Heaven's no. I would never hurt you. Not on purpose." I smile tugs at my lips. Alastor gets off my bed and my eyes look away from him. If I look at him, I'll blush like a teenage girl. I don't want to creep him out. "Could you run to my house quickly and grab me new clothes? The door is unlocked."

"I-uh... yeah. I'll be back quickly." I run out of the house, hoping I don't run into Vox. I run into the house. Where would Al's room be? Hmm. Here's the kitchen, a very nice kitchen. Damn. I want a kitchen like this. Don't get distracted Lucifer. Alastor needs clothes goddammit. I walk down a dark red hall, peeking in each room. It's getting creepier the more I walk down this hall. Giving me the chills. I peek into another room. I think it's his. I mean it's the only room with a bed and a dresser. I walk in and look inside the drawers. Haha! Yes, there's clothes! I found it! Yippee! 

I grab a pair of plain black pants, that's all he has for pants, and a red dress shirt, which is also all the shirts I can find. Weird. But he does look fine as hell in them. Shit! I need to stop staring at his clothes. I'm such a weirdo. I run back out of the house and back into mine. I peek my head into my room, Al's clothes hanging off my arm, and look around. Where is he?

"Hey Al?"

"Boo." Alastor pops his head in front of mine, scaring the living Hell out of me.

"Ah!" I fall backwards on my ass. Dammit. I glare up at Alastor, who's chuckling. I smile at him. I extend my arm up to give him his clothes. He takes them, thanks me, and shuts the door. I get up, only to trip on my own feet and fall back down. Ugh. I get back up and hold onto the wall for support until I'm sure I'm fine. Alastor walks out of my room and I can't help but stare.

"Staring is considered rude, Luci." Alastor tilts his head a little bit. I blink a couple times.

"My bad."

"You must be hungry. Why don't I make you some pancakes? Those are your favorite, right? With sliced strawberries and whipped cream? " He leans to my level and smirks. I frog blink. He remembers? I told him a couple days ago when we were doing a get-to-know-you game. 

"Yeah!" He smiles a genuine smile. I like his real smile. He walks to the kitchen and I follow him like a lost puppy. Wait. Wait wait wait...heh. This is my house! I should be making food for the guest, not the other way around!

"Hey! I should be making you food!"

"You can help, dear. If you really want. I thought you liked people making food for you. Hm." Alastor raises an eyebrow with his little knowingly smile. Gosh darn it. How dare he know me. But I like it. I like that he knows me and uses it against me. Smart asshole.

"Screw you," I say playfully.

"Come now darling. There's no need for that. You want to join me in the kitchen? You can watch. Heard you like that too." His smile widens. He holds out a hand for me. I look at his hand and back at him. I smile and take his hand. He drags me into a dance.

"Al! I can't dance!"

"I'll guide you, dear. Don't you worry one bit." I almost trip, multiple times, but he catches me. He tips me back and gives me that stupid charming smile I fell for. I blush up at him. He brings me back up and I feel two hands on my waist. I yelp at the contact. He picks me up and sets me on the counter. He rolls up his sleeves as I watch him make me breakfast.