Through Heaven and Hell

Where Were We?

 I feel myself wake up, but I don't open my eyes. The first thing I notice is the smell. Musky and slightly sweet with a hint of spice. Lucifer.

My arms are still wrapped around him, my face buried in his shoulder.

I feel safe with him. I don't know why. I never felt this safe—this protected. I know he won't let anyone hurt me. And that brings me comfort. I've had to stand alone for too long. I needed someone I could rely on.

I feel him stir, and his hand around me moves down to grab my ass. His hand is so large—although given his size, it's understandable. His height, I mean.

"Morning, love," he says, his voice slightly raspy. He gives my ass a little squeeze as if to emphasize his point.

"Morning," I reply, deciding to play his game.

I slide my hand down his torso before letting it rest for a moment on his lower stomach. His stomach muscles clench at my touch, but he doesn't say anything.

I move my hand lower, grazing his growing bulge.

I place my hand right between his legs, simply letting it rest there.

"Don't start something you don't intend to finish, darling," he murmurs.

"But if I intend to finish?"

"Then carry on," he replies, and I can hear him smiling.

I move my face slightly so I can kiss his neck as I gently palm him from over his boxer briefs.

He moves his hand up, lifting my shirt slightly before slipping his hand into my underwear and grabbing my ass.

His touch makes me shiver, and I feel my arousal grow.

"Take off your shirt," I whisper by his ear, and he lets out a little laugh.

"Yes darling," he responds, sitting up and pulling off his shirt. I bite my lip as I look at him. He looks like an angel. "Your turn," he says, and I slowly peel off my shirt—although it's technically his. But who cares.

I'm not wearing anything underneath, and his eyes immediately dilate. I can literally see them grow bigger. It's thrilling.

We're both left in our underwear, and as I move forward to straddle him, I hear a sound.

The door fucking opens. I yelp in surprise, and I pull my shirt over myself. Lucifer pulls me behind him, nearly making my head whack into the bed frame.

"Lucifer!" I yelp, clutching his shoulder and accidentally clawing his skin. He winces slightly, but he's more focused on the person who walked in.

"Oh, I wondered why you weren't coming downstairs." It's Maze.

"Mazikeen, what are you doing?" Lucifer demands.

"Better question is, who are you doing?" she asks before bursting into laughter at her own joke.

"Hey, Maze," I say, poking my head out from behind Lucifer.

"Are you done yet?" she asks.

"We haven't started yet," I reply, and she huffs.

"I want to go shopping," she says.

"Again?" Lucifer asks, and she rolls her eyes.

"I didn't hear you complaining last time," Maze responds. "You were too busy between her legs."

"That's where I belong," he replies as my cheeks flush to a deep red.

"Well get back to it and make it snappy," Maze says before leaving the room.