Pardon The Way That I Stare

I love you

After finishing the last of the popcorn, Lucifer leaned back in his chair, feeling pleasantly full and relaxed. "You know what we need now?" he said, a playful glint in his eyes. "Drinks! I could really go for something refreshing right about now."

Alastor raised an eyebrow, a smirk forming on his lips. "I thought you'd never ask! Let's find something with a little more kick." He jumped to his feet, his energy infectious.

The two made their way to the ship's bar, the atmosphere buzzing with laughter and music. As they ordered their drinks, the bartender raised an eyebrow at the unusual duo but quickly turned back to mixing their concoctions.

Once they had their drinks in hand—Lucifer with a fruity cocktail and Alastor opting for something stronger—they found a quiet spot near the edge of the deck. The moonlight shimmered on the water, casting a soft glow around them.

"Cheers!" Lucifer said, lifting his glass.

"Cheers!" Alastor echoed, clinking their drinks together.

As they sipped their cocktails, the combination of the drinks and the lingering effects of the weed from earlier started to set in, making everything feel a little lighter and funnier. They began to joke and laugh about the silly things that had happened during the trip.

"You remember when Charlie tried to dance with that seagull?" Alastor laughed, nearly spilling his drink as he doubled over in laughter. "I thought I was going to die!"

Lucifer snickered, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Right? I thought for sure that bird was going to peck her!"

As the conversation flowed, Lucifer felt a warmth blossom in his chest, a growing affection for Alastor that seemed to deepen with every shared laugh. The air felt charged, and he found himself leaning in closer to Alastor, wanting to share more than just laughter.

"Alastor," he started, his tone shifting slightly. "I've felt this way about you since I moved into the hotel, you know? I didn't really know what to expect, but you've made things... different. In a good way."

Alastor met his gaze, an intrigued expression on his face. "Different how, dear?"

Lucifer felt his heart race. "I don't know! Just... You bring out something in me that I didn't know was there. I guess I just want you to know how much you mean to me."

The moment hung in the air between them, the music fading into a distant background as they shared a charged silence. The laughter faded, replaced by something deeper, more significant.

And then, almost without thinking, the words slipped from Lucifer's lips: "I love you."

Silence fell like a curtain, the weight of the confession sinking in. Lucifer's eyes widened in shock as he processed what he had just said. "Wait, no, I didn't mean to—"

"Lucifer," Alastor interrupted gently, though he looked equally stunned. "It's alright. You don't have to take it back."

"No, I—" Lucifer panicked, his heart racing. "I mean, I did mean it, but it's too soon! We just—"

"Lucifer," Alastor said again, his tone soothing. "I think I may love you too."

Lucifer's breath caught in his throat. "Really?"

Alastor nodded, his usual confident demeanor softened. "Yes, really. It's just... a lot to take in right now, isn't it?"

"Yeah, it is," Lucifer replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "But it feels good, doesn't it?"

"Very," Alastor admitted, a hint of a smile returning to his lips. They shared a moment of understanding, the connection between them solidifying as the night air wrapped around them.

Lucifer took a deep breath, a mix of relief and excitement washing over him. "So... what do we do now?"

"We take it slow," Alastor suggested, his gaze steady. "Let this develop naturally. I think we're both a bit intoxicated with more than just the drinks."

Lucifer chuckled softly, feeling lighter. "Yeah, definitely. But I'm okay with that. I want to see where this goes."

"Then it's settled," Alastor replied, raising his drink again. "To new beginnings, dear."

"To new beginnings," Lucifer echoed, clinking their glasses once more, both of them feeling a sense of exhilaration for what lay ahead.