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❝NOW AND THEN WHEN I SEE HER FACE, SHE TAKES ME AWAY TO THAT SPECIAL PLACE AND IF I STARED TOO LONG I'D PROBABLY BREAK DOWN AND CRY.❞
THE FOLLOWING MORNING was a profound surprise, but one of the positive kind, quite frankly. Genevieve couldn't remember ever doing so, but apparently she had climbed into Lucifer's bed and as the magic of coffee had worn off, she had ended up falling asleep there — she concluded so from the fact that she was still there, tangled in his warm sheets and his muscular arm was tightly around her body. For a second there, Genevieve was disoriented and tired, but once she realized that her slender fingers were resting on a nice set of abs, and Lucifer's manly scent still lingered in the hot, thick air, she broke into a grin whilst shuffling on the mattress. Biting down on her lip, Ginny eyed Lucifer and his beautiful face until his plump, soft lips curved into an equally soft yet mischievous smile.
"Sweet queen o' mine", he muttered quietly, his eyes still closed as his raspy morning voice floated through the bedroom and sent shivers down Genevieve's skin, lifting goosebumps around her entire body. Giggling in that childish manner she had proved to sometimes have, Genevieve sat up, causing her tar black hair to fall to her back whilst she tugged on the covers to keep her body hidden — not that she was too ashamed or shy to do the opposite, however.
"Wait— did we—", Genevieve then wondered out loud as her gaze looked around the bedroom she had never been to, but it was very Lucifer in its style. At her half of a question, Lucifer finally jolted awake and he followed her lead by sitting up on the bed, his naked upper body earning Ginny's curious gaze immediately.
"Don't get any ideas, love. All we did was talk, and then sleep together — I mean, just sleep. No sex included", the Devil assured, pointing his finger at Ginny, before he stood up from the bed — revealing his, sadly, clothed body from the waist below — and quietly added, "surprisingly", thinking Genevieve could not hear his innocent little comment, but she did. And it only widened her smile.
As Lucifer located his shirt from the floor and proceeded to cover his muscular arms and toned body with it, much to Genevieve's disappointment, the queen rolled to her stomach and shrugged before resting her jaw against both hands. "Well, that's disappointing. You'd think the Queen of Hell would have more sex appeal. Especially with her own husband", she snorted, and the sarcasm she just oozed with, earned a smile from Lucifer who then found Genevieve's jacket from the floor and tossed it over to the queen.
"Rest assured, Gen, you have plenty. But I suppose last night wasn't the night. We merely... talked. And, I know you are not one to get in the feels usually, so thank you. I appreciate your effort", Lucifer sighed, stopping on his tracks for a second to just admire Genevieve as she sat there, on his bed, with innocence masking her deadliness on those flawless features he was unable to tear his eyes away from. She was truly beautiful — at least on the outside. Inside was a little more damage and darkness than one could even begin to imagine.
