Pardon The Way That I Stare

Sweet Talker

As they walked upstairs, the air between Lucifer and Alastor was noticeably lighter. Lucifer still leaned against Alastor's shoulder, his arm wrapped around the taller man's waist, holding him close. Alastor smirked to himself, amused by Lucifer's sudden clinginess, but he wasn't about to complain.

When they reached their shared room, Lucifer immediately kicked off his shoes and flopped face-first onto the bed, groaning into the mattress. "I'm so tired," he mumbled, voice muffled by the pillows.

Alastor chuckled, shutting the door behind them before slipping off his shoes in a more orderly fashion. "You've had quite the day, my dear. Perhaps some rest is exactly what you need."

Lucifer rolled over onto his back, dramatically throwing an arm over his eyes. "Rest sounds nice, but I can't sleep until I've had at least ten more kisses," he said, voice tinged with playful mischief.

Alastor raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening. "Oh? Ten more, you say?" He sat on the edge of the bed and leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Lucifer's forehead. "That's one."

Lucifer peeked from under his arm, a grin forming on his lips. "That doesn't count. Forehead kisses are cheating."

Alastor laughed, feigning an exaggerated sigh. "Very well, if you insist." He leaned down again, this time planting a kiss on Lucifer's lips, slow and sweet. "One," he murmured against his mouth.

Lucifer sighed contentedly, his eyes fluttering shut as Alastor kissed him again, then again—soft, lingering pecks that sent warmth spreading through Lucifer's chest. "Three... four..." Alastor whispered between kisses, his voice teasing but affectionate.

Lucifer chuckled softly, his fingers curling into the fabric of Alastor's robe. "At this rate, we'll be at twenty."

"Better to overdeliver than disappoint," Alastor said with a grin, trailing kisses down to Lucifer's neck, earning a breathy laugh from his lover.

After a few more kisses—and playful tickles from Alastor—Lucifer was practically melting into the bed, his earlier tiredness forgotten for the moment. Alastor eventually pulled back, giving him a satisfied look. "Well, that should more than cover the ten you requested."

Lucifer smiled lazily, tugging Alastor closer by his robe's lapels. "Alright, you win. You've exceeded expectations, as usual." He pulled Alastor down beside him, and they settled into the bed together.

Alastor stretched out on his back, and without missing a beat, Lucifer curled up beside him, resting his head on Alastor's chest. His fingers absentmindedly traced patterns on Alastor's robe, and he sighed in contentment as the comforting scent of his partner's cologne filled his senses.

"You're really cozy, you know that?" Lucifer murmured, his voice sleepy but full of warmth.

Alastor chuckled softly, running a hand through Lucifer's hair. "I try my best," he replied, his tone light and teasing. "Though I suspect you're just using me as a glorified pillow."

Lucifer grinned. "Obviously. You're way more comfortable than the actual pillows." He shifted slightly, nuzzling further into Alastor's chest. "Plus, you smell nice."

"Well, I'm glad I can be of service," Alastor said with a smile, pressing a soft kiss to the top of Lucifer's head.

They lay like that for a while, the room filled with the soft sounds of their breathing. Alastor's fingers continued to gently comb through Lucifer's hair, lulling him further into a relaxed state. The warmth of their bodies together under the blankets made everything feel incredibly cozy.

Lucifer shifted a little, breaking the silence. "You know, if you keep playing with my hair like that, I might fall asleep right here."

"That's the idea," Alastor whispered, his voice gentle. "You need to rest."

Lucifer smiled against Alastor's chest, his eyes half-lidded as he gazed up at him. "I don't know what I did to deserve you."

Alastor raised an eyebrow, looking down at him with a fond expression. "Oh, I'm sure you've earned it somehow," he teased. "Though I must admit, I think I'm the lucky one."

Lucifer chuckled softly, his eyelids growing heavier by the second. "Sweet-talker."

"I'm only speaking the truth," Alastor said, his tone still soft as he gave Lucifer one last kiss on the forehead.

Lucifer mumbled something incoherent in response, the weight of the day finally pulling him toward sleep. His head rested heavily against Alastor's chest, and within moments, his breathing had evened out.

Alastor looked down at him, his expression softening as he watched Lucifer sleep, his heart swelling with an emotion he rarely allowed himself to feel. He gently draped the blanket over both of them, careful not to disturb Lucifer, and settled in, content to hold him close for the rest of the night.

The soft glow of the moon filtered in through the curtains, casting a faint light over the room as Alastor closed his eyes, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

"Sweet dreams, my dear," he whispered, his voice barely audible in the quiet of the room. Then, with Lucifer nestled safely in his arms, Alastor allowed himself to drift into sleep, the warmth of their shared embrace lingering between them like a promise.