Pardon The Way That I Stare

Lunch

Lucifer and Alastor finally reached the cute café on the edge of Cannibal Town, where Rosie was already waiting, nearly bouncing with excitement. The moment she spotted them walking up, hand in hand, her eyes lit up, and she squealed with delight.

"There you two are!" Rosie practically lunged at them, pulling both Alastor and Lucifer into a bone-crushing hug. "Look at you both, so adorable together! I swear, I could just eat you up—figuratively, of course."

Alastor chuckled awkwardly, trying to recover from the tight hug while Lucifer smiled, clearly amused by Rosie's energy. "Good to see you too, Rosie," Lucifer said, patting her on the back.

Rosie pulled back, still holding their hands in hers, her grin wide and mischievous. "Lucifer, I've been trying to get you to come to lunch forever! But Alastor here..." She glanced over at Alastor, her eyes narrowing in mock frustration, "He didn't want to pressure you. I mean, I get it, but I was about ready to drag you out myself!"

Alastor gave a sheepish smile, clearly a little embarrassed. "I just didn't want to overwhelm him."

"Oh, please! He's the King of Hell," Rosie teased, giving Alastor a playful nudge. "But I'll forgive you both, because look at you now! Holding hands, finally out in public—it's about time!"

Lucifer laughed, feeling completely at ease. "Yeah, well, I couldn't hide forever."

Rosie beamed at the two of them, but then, as if a mischievous thought crossed her mind, she leaned in, eyes gleaming with curiosity. "So... now that you two are together, spill the tea. How's the sex?"

Alastor froze. His eyes went wide, and his face flushed an instant deep red. His hands flew to his face, covering it as if he could somehow disappear. "Rosie, please..." he muttered, clearly horrified.

But Lucifer? He didn't miss a beat. With a sly grin, he leaned in closer to Rosie, fully enjoying Alastor's discomfort. "Well," Lucifer began, voice low and teasing, "let's just say it's... intense. The kind of passion you'd expect from two ancient beings finally letting go."

Rosie gasped dramatically, her excitement skyrocketing. "Details! I need details, Lucifer."

Alastor, his head still in his hands, groaned in emotional agony. "I beg you, don't encourage her..."

"Oh, don't worry, dear," Lucifer teased, glancing over at his red-faced boyfriend, "I'm sure Rosie would love to hear about the first time I made you—"

"No!" Alastor's voice came out in a strangled cry, his face as red as a tomato. "Lucifer, please!"

But Lucifer, enjoying himself far too much, continued, describing a few moments from their intimate encounters, his words dripping with wicked playfulness. Meanwhile, Alastor sat there, his hands shielding his face, dying a little more inside with each word.

Rosie, however, was eating it all up, nodding eagerly, her smile wide as she hung on every word. "You two are so perfect together! I knew it! I'm so happy for you both."

Finally, after what felt like an eternity for poor Alastor, Lucifer chuckled and stopped, reaching over to ruffle Alastor's hair gently. "Alright, alright. I'll stop torturing you."

Alastor peeked out from behind his hands, his face still bright red. "Thank you," he muttered, still mortified.

Rosie giggled, clearly satisfied with the information she'd gotten. "You two are a riot. I love it. Now, let's eat before I make you tell me more!"

Lucifer gave Alastor a teasing wink before leaning back in his chair, and the three of them enjoyed the rest of their lunch, the conversation finally shifting to safer topics—much to Alastor's relief.