Pardon The Way That I Stare

Happy For Them

Lucifer and Alastor made their way into the hotel parlour, the soft glow of the dimmed lights creating a cozy atmosphere. The room was quiet, save for the occasional clink of glasses from the bar, where Angel Dust and Husk sat, sipping on drinks.

As soon as they stepped into the room, Alastor pulled Lucifer closer, his arm slipping around his waist. "Now, *dear*," Alastor teased with a smirk, "I think it's time we spend a little time basking in our own little world, don't you?"

Lucifer chuckled, leaning into Alastor's chest as they made their way over to the plush couch. "I suppose we've earned it after today, haven't we?" he said softly, his eyes sparkling with affection.

They sat down, and almost immediately, Alastor's hands found their way to Lucifer's face, gently cupping his cheeks before placing a soft, lingering kiss on his lips. It was slow, tender—an unspoken exchange of emotions that had built up over time. Lucifer melted into the touch, his hand sliding up to tangle in Alastor's hair, pulling him closer as they kissed again, deeper this time.

The world around them faded away. Every touch, every kiss was a reaffirmation of the love they shared, their bodies instinctively leaning into one another, craving closeness. Alastor's hand slipped down to rest on Lucifer's thigh, squeezing gently as they continued to exchange kisses, each one softer yet more passionate than the last.

At the bar, Angel Dust and Husk had taken notice of the cozy scene unfolding in front of them. Angel Dust, as always, was the first to break the silence.

"Aww, would ya look at that?" Angel cooed with exaggerated affection, his eyes glued to the pair on the couch. "They're just so... *cute* together, ya know?"

Husk grunted, taking a long swig from his glass. "Yeah, yeah... they do look happy, I guess. Kinda glad for 'em," he admitted, his gruff exterior momentarily softening as he watched the two demons completely lost in each other.

Angel grinned mischievously, never missing an opportunity to make it about something else entirely. "Happy, huh? Or maybe they're just *horny*," he joked, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. "Give it a few more minutes, and I bet things will get *real* interesting."

Husk shot him a sideways glance, his ears flattening slightly. "Can't you keep it in your pants for once? Not everything's about sex, y'know."

Angel laughed, playfully swatting at Husk's arm. "Oh, please, Husky, this is *Lucifer* and *Alastor* we're talkin' about. You think there's nothin' going on under all that 'love and affection' stuff? I'd put money on it."

Husk just shook his head, though a small smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. "Yeah, well... still good to see 'em like this, though. They deserve it."

Angel leaned back in his chair, taking a sip of his drink, his eyes still glued to the pair. "Yeah, yeah, you're right. But I'm still bettin' they're gonna disappear upstairs sooner rather than later."

Meanwhile, on the couch, Alastor gently broke the kiss, his forehead resting against Lucifer's. He whispered softly, "You know, I could stay like this with you forever."

Lucifer smiled, his heart swelling with warmth. "I wouldn't mind that at all," he replied, nuzzling into Alastor's neck, feeling completely at peace in his arms.

They stayed like that, holding each other, simply enjoying the warmth of being close, completely oblivious to Angel and Husk's playful banter at the bar. In that moment, nothing else mattered—just the love they shared and the quiet intimacy of the evening.