Pardon The Way That I Stare

Splash

The afternoon sun hung high in the sky, casting a warm glow over the cruise ship. The atmosphere was vibrant, filled with laughter and the sounds of splashing water from the pool area. After a lively breakfast, the staff had scattered to enjoy the various activities the cruise had to offer, but Lucifer had one particular plan in mind.

He found Alastor lounging on a deck chair, enjoying the sun with a book in hand. "Hey, Alastor!" Lucifer called out, his voice cheerful and inviting. "What do you say we go for a swim?"

Alastor looked up, raising an eyebrow. "A swim? You mean to say you want me to get wet?" he asked, a playful smirk tugging at his lips.

"Exactly!" Lucifer replied, grinning. "It'll be fun! Plus, I've got a spare pair of swimming shorts you can borrow." He reached into his bag and pulled out a bright red pair adorned with rubber ducks, the fabric glinting in the sunlight.

Alastor burst into laughter at the sight. "Those are absolutely absurd, Lucifer! Rubber ducks? Really?"

"Hey, they're stylish in their own way!" Lucifer defended, feigning offense. "Besides, they'll match your charming personality."

With a dramatic sigh, Alastor sat up and took the shorts from Lucifer's hand. "Fine, I'll humor you. But only because it's such a ridiculous idea. I can't let you have all the fun alone."

"Great! I'll meet you at the pool!" Lucifer exclaimed, excitement bubbling within him as he watched Alastor head toward the changing room.

A few minutes later, Alastor emerged, clad in the bright red swimming shorts. The absurdity of the situation made Lucifer chuckle, and he couldn't help but appreciate how cute Alastor looked, even in something so silly. The Radio Demon's confidence shone through, and he strode toward the pool with an air of nonchalance, as if he were wearing the finest designer swimwear.

"Ready to make a splash?" Lucifer asked, standing at the edge of the pool, his anticipation evident.

"Only if you are, dear," Alastor replied with a mischievous glint in his eye.

With a playful shove, Lucifer sent himself diving into the water, surfacing with a spray of droplets. "Cannonball!" he shouted, grinning as he swam back to the edge to watch Alastor's reaction.

Alastor rolled his eyes but couldn't hide the smile spreading across his face. "Is that all you've got?" he challenged before leaping in with a surprisingly graceful dive, creating a much larger splash than Lucifer had.

As Alastor resurfaced, shaking water from his hair, both demons burst into laughter, the tension from the previous days melting away in the warm sun and cool water. They began to swim laps, splash each other playfully, and compete to see who could hold their breath the longest.

"Alright, I think it's safe to say you're winning at this ridiculous game," Lucifer admitted, panting lightly as he floated on his back, gazing up at the blue sky.

"Winning is my specialty," Alastor replied with a smirk, his confidence shining through as he swam over to join Lucifer in the shallow end. "But let's not forget who chose to wear such charming shorts. They clearly give me an advantage."

Lucifer chuckled, splashing water in Alastor's direction. "Well, at least you look good doing it!"

"Flattery will get you nowhere," Alastor shot back playfully, but the warmth in his tone belied the lighthearted banter.

The afternoon drifted on, filled with laughter and the thrill of friendly competition, and as they swam together, Lucifer felt an undeniable connection blossoming between them. After splashing Alastor again, he couldn't help but chuckle, "You know, your hair looks really cute wet." He flashed a teasing grin before continuing, "And I have to say, your scars look kind of sexy."

Alastor raised an eyebrow, surprise mingling with a hint of flattery. "Is that so?" he replied, a smirk creeping onto his face.

"Yeah," Lucifer said, his voice softening a bit. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable mentioning them earlier. I didn't mean to pry."

Alastor's expression softened, appreciation glimmering in his eyes. "No need to apologize, dear. It takes a certain bravery to acknowledge one's past," he replied, his tone genuine.

In those moments of carefree joy, surrounded by friends and the embrace of the sun, the worries of the world faded away, leaving only the thrill of new beginnings—and the blossoming warmth between them.