Pardon The Way That I Stare

Lullaby

As the night air began to chill around them, Lucifer and Alastor turned to head back into their cabin. The warmth of the room wrapped around them like a comforting blanket, a stark contrast to the cool breeze outside.

Alastor moved toward the bed, settling down onto the plush mattress with an inviting smile. "You know, if you're still feeling troubled, I wouldn't mind if you wanted to join me again," he offered, his tone light yet sincere.

Lucifer paused at the foot of the bed, the memory of their earlier closeness flooding back. He hesitated, a rush of uncertainty coursing through him. The idea of laying his head on Alastor's chest again sent a thrill through him, but it also filled him with anxiety. What if it was too much? What if he overstepped some invisible line?

Seeing Lucifer's internal struggle, Alastor tilted his head slightly, a playful glint in his eyes. "I promise I won't bite," he teased gently. "Unless you want me to."

Lucifer's cheeks flushed at the implication, and he couldn't help but chuckle despite his apprehension. "Okay, okay," he finally relented, shaking off the nervous energy. "I'll join you, but just for a bit."

With a small, determined breath, Lucifer climbed onto the bed and nestled down beside Alastor, positioning himself so his head rested against Alastor's chest. The soft rise and fall of Alastor's breathing was soothing, and the warmth radiating from him made Lucifer feel safe.

Alastor smiled down at Lucifer, his heart swelling at the sight of him so close. "See? Not so bad, is it?" he said softly, running a hand gently over Lucifer's forehead, fingers threading through his hair.

Lucifer sighed contentedly, closing his eyes as he let the sensation wash over him. Alastor's fingers were gentle and rhythmic, creating a sense of calm that began to lull him into relaxation. The world outside faded away, leaving just the two of them cocooned in their shared warmth.

"Just relax, dear," Alastor murmured, his voice soothing. "I'm right here."

Lucifer felt his tension slowly dissolve under Alastor's touch, the intimacy of the moment wrapping around them like a protective barrier. "Thanks, Alastor," he whispered, his voice barely above a breath.

"Anytime," Alastor replied, a soft smile gracing his lips as he continued to stroke Lucifer's hair. He felt a sense of peace settle over him as well, content to hold Lucifer close.

As the minutes passed, the gentle motion of Alastor's fingers and the comforting rhythm of his heartbeat became a lullaby. Lucifer felt his eyelids grow heavier, and he let himself drift, surrendering to the warmth and safety of the moment.

With Alastor beside him, he realized that perhaps this was the kind of connection he had been searching for all along—a place where he could be himself, free from the weight of expectation. And as sleep began to envelop him, he felt grateful to have found it in Alastor.

In the quiet of the night, with the ocean gently rocking the ship, both demons drifted off into a peaceful slumber, their hearts unknowingly drawing closer as the journey ahead awaited them.