Deal with the Devil

It's not weird....right?

Chey would pat her cheeks as she sat on the couch, her face red and flustered still. Lucifer had decided to switch out the movies and just put on regular t.v. having thought to save Lion King for another time. He'd head into the living room with a bowl of popcorn and a plate of nachos as he sat down next to her. Chey would scooch down a hair and eyed the t.v. dead on, only feeling the confused gaze she'd gotten from him. "Great movie huh?" Chey nodded. Lucifer chuckled. "We aren't watching a movie..what are you thinking about?" Chey would curl her knees up. "The kiss-" "The mark?" She'd feel like an arrow hit her heart. "Yes, 'the mark'.." Lucifer would nod a bit. "I told you it'll go away soon, no need to shun me.." 'Shun him..have I been staying quiet all this time..?' "Er yeah sorry..just...can't get used to it.." He'd take a handful of popcorn, eyeing her, awaiting her continuation. "Used to this whole, hey, I can kiss you for your safety but I can't love you." She'd flush. Lucifer would snap a small book into existence from his library then flipped the pages. "Uh, correction, in France they kiss on the cheek to greet-" "This was on the lips." He'd flip a few more pages. "Okay, fami-" "We aren't related, and what is that?" Lucifer held it up. "Humans 101 for the hot and deadly." He'd grin. Chey would snatch the book. "Nice try Mr. I'm reading cultural studies.." Lucifer shrugged. "What? I need to make it sound cool somehow, cultural studies doesn't exactly scream, sexy." He'd take another handful and took a sip of his fruit punch. Chey rolled her gaze. "Haha very funny..now what was your true purpose behind the mark?" He'd eye her, chewing a handful of popcorn. "Welf yur sphee-" "Finish your food, I swear, you're like an animal.." he'd finish. "Well you see, I'm marking you to keep my brother from taking you." Chey nodded. "Aaaand..?" "And because it gives me less stress having to watch you.." Chey rolled her gaze. "Aaaaaaand?!" He'd blink. "I'unno..er.." She'd face palm and then eyed the t.v. "I can't decide whether your 5 or 3.." He'd grin. "Size doesn't matter.." She'd push his face away. "Swine.." Lucifer pouted. "Hey not nice.."

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Chey would be dozing as the t.v. kept moving from show to show for the past few hours. Dinner was at least 2 hours, starting at 8, leaving them back at the form by 10:30, adding the car ride. With 3 more hours of t.v. it was around 1:30 am, on a school night. Chey would jolt awake as the screen flashed more colors, well, pictures, although her vision was blurry due to her recent non-use of her contacts or glasses, therefore she couldn't tell. Lucifer glanced over with a raised brow. "Aw, I was enjoying the warm on my shoulder.." Chey would puff up her cheeks and felt around the coffee table then found her glasses. She'd put them on and stumbled to th kitchen with a yawn. Lucifer would chuckle and paused the t.v, following her. "Okay Mrs drunkie-" "I'm not drunk, just really really-" She'd yawn, "tired..." She'd lean on the counter and took a swig of an energy drink to keep her up. 'What why am I wanting to stay up..I have an exam tomorrow..I can't just stay up-' her thoughts were ceased as she'd eye him, leaning on the divider wall, beginning to doze. She'd give a soft smile. "Such a child.." She'd walk over and poked his cheek. Lucifer woul stir and nuzzled the wall before eyeing her with one eye open. "Yesss...?" He'd say mid yawn and stretched. Chey giggled. "Who knew the devil could get tired.." Lucifer leaned on the wall again. "S-Shut up..you..you blondie..." He'd remark simply and without effort. Chey chuckled. "Okay let's lay you down, you look beat.." She'd lead him to the couch and helped him get comfy. "Alright, the remote is right there, er, snacks in the kitchen if needed, and I put some chilled towels in the microwave to cool off since my heater keeps overdoing it. Anything else?" Lucifer would eye the items and then looked to her with his tired eyes. "You..." She'd flush, thankful for the dark lighting. 'W-What?! Me?!'