Lucifer Chronicles

Uxorious

Lucifer had been mostly quiet since the events that had transpired. He showed Erin a side of him that he didn't like to show; a vulnerability that lead him right to anger. 

"Luci?" Erin asked quietly, not sure if she should even be talking to him. "Why don't we go do something? Friend-date?" She rested a hand on his shoulder. 

He flinched out of her grasp. "I'm feeling really stabby right now. I'd suggest leaving me alone." He growled, from his spot on the elegant couch he was sat on. He decided to take up residence in the most elegant home he could find. He was tired of living the "Winchester way" gross human food, and ratty motel room. He was a god, he deserved a much better. 

"Look, I shouldn't have pushed you, you hurt people, Luci. You killed people. That's just not okay." 

"You had no problem before when you were pushing me to use my powers." He pushed himself off of the couch. 

"I shouldn't have!" Erin walked around the couch to face him. "I didn't think! You were hurting people!" 

"But you liked it when I hurt people. I could tell." Lucifer smirked. 

"No, no, I didn't. It was a dumb mistake! I didn't think!" Erin argued back, her voice raising. 

"You made your choices, and I made mine." He narrowed his eyes, walking towards her slowly. "Just because you can't live with your choices, doesn't mean you should shame me for living with mine." he towered over her, trying to intimidate her into backing down. 

Erin stepped forward, showing no fear. "You have no power over me." 

"You sure about that?" He lowered himself down to her level, not backing down. 

Erin wasn't sure what came over herself, but before she could stop, she was in Lucifer's arms. Their lips pressed together in a heated fiery passion. She felt her hands work themselves up his biceps and into his hair. 

His calloused hands worked over her neck, tilting her chin back. One hand was on the back of her head, while the other sat on her collar bone. His lips hungrily attacking her neck, eliciting a hungry moan. He brought his lips back to hers, and began to slowly walk back towards the couch he was on before, tugging on the bottom of her shirt. His fingers gently brushing against the soft skin on her waist. 

Erin's eyes shot open with a gasp, she pulled away from Lucifer. "What was that?" She panted slightly. 

A bored expression sat on his face. "You lunged first." 

"You are wearing Sam's body! My mind and body!" Erin threw her arms up, backing away from him. 

Lucifer's eyes seemed to uncharacteristically soften. "It's nice to have companionship sometimes." 

Erin felt a smile tug at her lips slightly. "You're not as evil as people think you are." 

Lucifer's walls pulled themselves back up, his eyes once again becoming cold and guarded. "No." He turned from her towards the elegant staircase. "I'm worse." He didn't look back as he climbed up them.