Pardon The Way That I Stare

Hot Chocolate

As everyone headed to their rooms, Alastor slipped into his usual evening attire—his red pinstriped pajamas, complete with a matching dressing gown that swished softly as he moved. The night had been eventful, but now, as things quieted down, he felt a surge of warmth toward Lucifer. His new boyfriend was still engrossed in a game on his VoxPad, completely absorbed by the screen, giving Alastor the perfect chance to do something thoughtful for him.

After gathering his essentials for the night from his own room, Alastor placed them neatly on Lucifer's bedside table—his journal, a small alarm clock, and his personal pocket radio. He glanced at Lucifer, who hadn't noticed him yet, too focused on whatever game he was playing. A smile tugged at Alastor's lips as an idea formed in his mind.

He made his way downstairs to the kitchen, where the hotel's silence was broken only by the soft hum of the refrigerator. Alastor rummaged through the cabinets and found exactly what he needed: cocoa powder, oat milk, and mini marshmallows. He muttered something to himself as he poured the oat milk into a saucepan, giving it a scrutinizing look.

"This isn't really milk," he grumbled under his breath. "But it'll have to do."

He meticulously prepared the hot chocolate, whisking the cocoa until it was smooth and creamy, making sure the marshmallows were ready to melt just perfectly on top. As the drink steamed with just the right amount of sweetness, he carefully carried the cup upstairs, his dressing gown flowing behind him as he made his way back to Lucifer's room.

Lucifer was still absorbed in his game when Alastor placed the hot chocolate on the bedside table with a quiet, satisfied smile. He leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss on Lucifer's forehead, a rare and tender moment from the usually composed Radio Demon.

Lucifer blinked, looking up in surprise. He paused the game, glancing between Alastor and the steaming mug. "You didn't have to do that," he said softly, though his expression was filled with appreciation. "But thank you."

"Try it," Alastor encouraged with a grin, stepping back slightly to watch Lucifer's reaction.

Lucifer picked up the mug and took a careful sip. His eyes lit up, and he chuckled softly as the familiar taste hit his tongue. "Oat milk?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at Alastor.

Alastor smiled knowingly. "Of course. I remembered you're lactose intolerant."

Lucifer took another sip, savoring the warmth. "You really do pay attention," he said with a small smile, setting the mug back down and reaching for Alastor.

Alastor simply smiled, brushing a hand over Lucifer's hair. "I wanted to," he replied, his voice warm and affectionate.

Lucifer set the VoxPad aside, wrapping his arms around Alastor's waist and pulling him closer. He nuzzled into him, the familiar scent of Alastor's cologne calming him as he snuggled against his chest. "You're too sweet," Lucifer mumbled, half-hidden against the folds of Alastor's dressing gown.

Alastor chuckled softly, placing a hand on the back of Lucifer's head as he held him close. "Only for you, dear."

They stayed like that for a moment, enjoying the quiet closeness, the warmth of the hot chocolate lingering in the room. It felt perfect—like something more than either of them had expected when they started this journey together.