Pardon The Way That I Stare

Come Here, Dear

Lucifer eventually finished his game, setting his VoxPad on the nightstand and sliding down under the blankets. Alastor did the same, adjusting his position as he glanced over at Lucifer, who was staring up at the ceiling.

"Can't sleep?" Alastor asked softly, his voice cutting through the comfortable silence.

Lucifer sighed, shifting a little in the bed. "Yeah, I don't know why. I'm exhausted, but my mind's racing."

Alastor smiled gently. "Come here, dear," he said, extending his arm. Lucifer hesitated for a moment, then turned and rested his head on Alastor's chest, feeling the warmth and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath him.

"There," Alastor whispered, running his fingers through Lucifer's hair in slow, soothing strokes. "Close your eyes."

Lucifer closed his eyes but still felt restless. That was when he felt Alastor's hand move rhythmically, almost as if trying to calm him through touch alone. Then, Alastor's voice, smooth and rich, filled the room as he began to hum a low, gentle tune.

After a moment, he started to sing softly, his voice almost like a lullaby, the melody tender and lulling. The vibrations of Alastor's chest as he sang seeped into Lucifer, making his breathing slow and his body relax.

Lucifer let out a small sigh, the tension slowly leaving him as the song carried on. With Alastor's hand stroking his hair and his soft voice in the air, Lucifer's mind began to quiet, the racing thoughts fading into the background. Before he knew it, the warmth of Alastor and the melody lured him into a peaceful sleep.

Alastor smiled to himself, watching Lucifer's breathing even out. He stopped singing and leaned his head back against the pillow, continuing to hold Lucifer close as he, too, began to drift into slumber.