Crowley/Lucifer FanFiction

Give in

Lucifer looked at me with a smug smirk on his face.

"Come on darling it's not like we haven't cuddled in bed before" he winked

"that was completely by accident" I snapped "I thought you were Crowley" his eyes flashed red momentarily but quickly returned to their normal dreamy chocolate pools.

"You need to stop reminding me you shared a bed with another man my love" he chuckled, slightly manically. It sent a shiver down my spine. He took a step towards me and ran a hand over the goosebumps that had risen on my shoulder.

"You're cold?" he asked, somehow turning from scary to concerned in a split second, neither persona's seeming anything but genuine, he placed his free hand on my other shoulder and pulled me closer to him in an attempt to offer warmth. I just nodded, I couldn't speak with him so close. "I know you feel it too" he whispered,

"Lucifer" I sighed stepping away, he growled and turned, pacing, hand running through his hair.

"Why won't you stop fighting me!" he growled

"Because it's not real Lucifer" I sighed "The way you think you feel for me, the sensations I get around you, it's not real, you were put in my path, I was designed to feel this way, I didn't choose to. I didn't choose you!" he stopped pacing and walked over to me, every step he took, I took one backwards until I hit the wall, he cupped my face with his hand, eyes searching mine for a reaction. Before I had time to breath his lips were on mine and my body gave in to him immediately, kissing him back without hesitation. I couldn't deny that fact I liked it, a lot. But I was programmed to, that's what I kept telling myself. I groaned slightly as he pulled away, making him smirk as my lips felt cold and longing without the feel of his in sync with mine.

"Tell me that doesn't feel real" he whispered breathless, hands still on my face "don't tell me my feelings aren't real" he continued "I have waited for you for decades, when I was in that cage, reaching out to you, getting those moments with you, were all that kept me sane. Everything I feel for you was by choice Grace" I reached up and placed my hand over his, the other on his cheek. His skin was so soft, so warm, so perfect.

"Okay" I whispered "I believe you" he closed his eyes and sighed in relief "but you have to understand it's not the same for me" his face contorted into an expression I wasn't familiar with, it looked as though he was trying to calm himself down. He must have failed because he lashed out and punched the wall beside me, fist going straight through the plaster and some brick. I flinched and froze at his actions.

"Answer me one question" he said as he resumed his pacing, his hand wasn't healing and I had to fight the urge to tend to his wound. "If Crowley wasn't a consideration, would you be more open towards me?" I couldn't lie to him, I knew there was no use.

"I care for Crowley" I admitted "If there wasn't someone like that in my life then yes maybe I would be more open to whatever there is between us" he sunk onto a chair, elbows on his knees and head in his hand, blood running down his arm. I took a step towards him and he looked up, I was focused on his injured hand as I took it in my own, examining the damage.

"Why aren't you healing?" I asked,

"I'm weak" he sighed "you make me weak"

"I thought I made you stronger" I asked confused at how I had unintentionally helped him escape.

"When you're kissing me you do" he attempted to make a joke but was clear he wasn't in the mood. I took his other hand and tried to pull him to his feet, he raised an eyebrow at me in confusion.

"Let me help you" I told him, he stood and allowed me to lead him to the bathroom. I sat him down on the side of the bath while I got a towel and some warm water. He watched me in silence, fascinated as I held his hand gently and cleaned away the blood. Once all the blood was gone I met his gaze with my own.

"If you didn't care why do that?" he asked clearly confused,

"Lucifer" I sighed "I never said I didn't care, I just said it wasn't my choice" but even as I spoke those words, the way he looked at me with those beautiful eyes, the way they sparkled, made me unconsciously push his hair from his face, run my thumb over his bottom lip, before kissing him softly. I had to kiss him again before he kissed me back, I don't know if he was in shock or just testing me, but as I ran my fingers through his hair, his lips began to move with mine. Soft and slow, words I never though I would use to describe the devil. But the sensation that travelled through my entire body, even I couldn't ignore, whether I liked it or not, it did feel right. I had chosen to kiss him this time, whatever it was inside of me that was drawn to him, it was winning. Once we broke for air, neither of us said anything at first, I searched his eyes for some sort of reaction or smirk but saw nothing but the eyes of a lost boy staring back at me, desperately searching, wanting to be loved.

"I'm tired I'm going to lie down" he finally spoke and stood up, brushing past me to get out of the bathroom.

"But you don't sleep" I responded confused. He ignored my comment and climbed on the bed, removing only his shoes as he curled up on the edge of the bed, facing away from where I would lay. I was confused and hurt at his reaction, I had just given him something back and this was his response. I took off my own shoes and climbed under the duvet on the opposite side of the bed before removing my jeans which would not be comfortable to sleep in. I glanced over at him before I turned out the lamp, he looked vulnerable and exposed and it unnerved me. I snuggled under the duvet and closed my eyes, wondering where my dreams would take me, now that the man who had been haunting them was lying beside me.