Through Heaven and Hell

Red Room

 I wake up and feel Lucifer's arms around me. My face is still buried in his chest. He smells so good. For a moment, I'm blissfully ignorant of what happened last night. Then, I remember.

Fuck.

I don't understand why she would do this to me. How did she get videos? I'm not surprised the boss filmed things, but was there more? Did the person who tipped her off give the videos, too? What does she have to gain through doing this?

I can't understand.

I feel Lucifer stir. He pulls me closer and lets out a breath.

I don't know what I can do. I need to talk to my mother. I have no idea if that will help, but I just have to try to understand what's going on here.

After a while, he pulls away from me and gets out of bed. I roll over onto my back and stare at the ceiling.

"Morning, love," he says, and I look over to him. His hair is a mess, and he's only pulled on his pants. He's standing there shirtless, looking for a shirt. He's never looked better.

"Morning, sexy," I reply, and he raises an eyebrow at me. Suddenly, I feel a shock—a flash.

He's on top of me. I'm clawing at his back. White wings are spread behind him. His eyes are fiery.

"I love you," he breathes, his lips crashing onto mine. I feel on the edge as he slams into me.

I come to with a cross between a moan and a gasp, "Lucifer."

"Did you just say my name and orgasm?" he questions, and I sit up, confused and also extremely horny.

"No, I just said your name," I respond, looking at the ceiling. We weren't here. The ceiling was red. "Did we ever have sex in a red room?"

"A red room?" He comes over to me as he buttons up his shirt.

"Yes, a red room. You...your wings. They're spread. And your eyes. They have—had fire. You said...you told me you loved me," I tell him, meeting his eyes.

"Did you see anything else?"

I shake my head. "It felt so real."

"That's because it was."

"Where was this room?"

"You'll remember."

"Is this why I feel like I know you?"

"You'll remember," he repeats. I can tell that he's not going to tell me, so I just drop it. But I do know something—we were together at some point. This isn't just blind lust. We have a past.

———

Now I have two things bothering me. My threatening mother and this whole Lucifer thing. I should deal with the mother thing first.

I glance to Lucifer as we eat breakfast.

"What?"

"I need to talk to my mother."

"I'll arrange it."

"Who do you think did this? How does she have that...stuff?"

"There's clearly someone giving her that and information," he replies, poking at his fruit.

"I don't think I have a lot of enemies."

"But I do."

"Do you think this is actually about you?"

"It could be."

"How many people have you fucked over?" I question.

"Too many."

———

I feel nervous. I have to talk to my backstabbing mother. Fun. At least she agreed to meet us.

At least Lucifer is with me. We walk down the street, and I feel as though my heart is going to leap out of my chest.

"I hate this," I say as we walk.

"Me, too, love."

"I wish there were a good way to handle this."

"I could threaten her," he offers.

"I appreciate that, but I don't think that would work."

After a while, we reach the café. I let out a breath and walk inside. I see my mother sitting in one of the booths. She looks evil. Literally. I never saw her as a bad person. I don't understand what's gotten into her.

"Mother," I say, sitting down across from her.

"Whore," she says, and I bristle. I can feel Lucifer tense beside me, but he refrains from saying anything.

"Why are you doing this?" I question.

"I want you destroyed," she replies.

"What did I do to you?"

"You existed. You became a whore. I despise you," she says, narrowing her eyes at me.

"You're my fucking mother," I growl, and she rolls her eyes.

"You're not my daughter," she responds.

"Fine, you've disowned me. I get it." I don't know why I thought this would be a good idea. She's not going to listen. Her heart and mind are set on this. She's going to destroy her daughter.

"Mmm," she responds. "Where's my money?" she questions.

Lucifer reaches in his pocket, but I stop him.

"She's going to release those videos no matter what we do," I tell him, and he meets my eyes. I can see the gears in his head turning.

"I need a moment with your mother," he says, and I furrow my brow.

"Why?"

"I'm going to reason with her, but I want you to wait outside," he says. His tone hints at danger, and I feel a chill run down my spine. I nod slowly, deciding to trust him.

I get out of the booth, but before I leave, I touch his shoulder. He looks to me, and I lean down, pressing my lips to his. I put a hand on his face, feeling his rough stubble.

"It'll be okay," he whispers, and I smile slightly against him.

I don't know what he figures he can do, but yeah, it will be okay. 

A/N

I want this to move faster