Daughter Dearest

thirty-one ☆

“I'll take the couch.” Lucifer announced once they had finished eating. 

Venus looked away from the TV, staring at him with a deep frown set on her face. “I beg your pardon?” 

“I don't mind taking the couch so that you can be comfortable on the bed — it's not an issue.” He replied, his eyes finally meeting her own. 

“Do not make me laugh, Lucifer; you will be uncomfortable and not rest properly. . . We are both adults, are we not? The bed is large enough for us to keep our separate sides without a problem.” 

He stayed silent, taking a step towards where she was leant against the headboard with her arms crossed. His sleeves had been rolled up, bringing obvious attention to his arms.

“And if I can't keep to my own side?” He wondered aloud, drawing closer with each taunting step. 

Her heart skipped a beat. What?
Her gaze turned questioning. 

“I'm not sure why. . . But you occupy most of my thoughts. Every thought that isn't of my job or my daughter — it's you. Your passion. Your anger. Your beauty. . . You're downright alluring and it pisses me off whenever I remember that you allowed that moth overlord to be with you in such a way.” 

“How do you know about that?” Venus mumbled questioningly, eyes wide.

“Heard it through the grapevine. . . And it made me wonder if you enjoyed it, or if it was a business transaction.”

“Lucifer —”

“I want you.” He whispered, his face now mere inches away from her own, his right hand guiding her chin so that he could look her in the eyes. “I want to know you in the absolute deepest sense known to the universe. . . Tell me that you don't want me and I'll back off. . . We can forget this ever happened. . . I just need your words.”

Venus looked between his eyes, noting the sincerity, but also tracking down the nervousness. He was bold this evening, but even then, his nerves were on full display. With a newfound determination in her heart and a haze in her mind, she leaned forward and brushed her lips against his. 

His grasp on her chin fell, his hand instead finding its place tangled in the blonde hair at the nape of her neck, deepening the kiss. 

She quickly and quietly put a contraceptive charm on herself. . . Something Frigga made her memorize when she first started having interest in potential relationships. 

She felt fireworks bursting in her chest like a fourth of July finale. Butterflies took up residence in her stomach, fluttering about as both of their breathing gradually became heavier. 

After a few moments, Lucifer reluctantly pulled away. “Say the words and I'm going to ruin you for anyone else.” 

“Do it.” She replied immediately, breathlessly. “Do it, Lucifer.” 

He only smirked, his hands delicately pushing the robe off of her shoulders as if it were the most offensive fabric he'd ever laid his sights on. 

He placed a kiss on her lips. Then her jaw, gradually moving towards her neck until her head fell to the side, granting him better access, his sharp teeth grazing her pale flesh.