His Only x. Lucifer Morningstar

18.

18: official

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Lucifer and Delilah were driving along the coast, en route to Lux. Lucifer had one hand on the steering wheel, the other lightly grasping Delilah's fingers. The woman had a blissful look on her face as her blonde hair whipped around her face. 

The two didn't want to go back to their respective homes. Well, alone, at least.

So, Delilah offered the idea of Lucifer taking her back to Lux seeing as her last experience there hadn't ended too well. She wasn't sure what they'd do there but she was secretly hoping he'd play the piano for her. 

Lucifer had turned the radio off, preferring to drive in silence with the woman he so dearly liked next to him. He took his eyes off of the road for a few seconds to watch Delilah. She looked so carefree as he drove, eyes shut and a small smile on her face. A smile came to his face as he looked back to the road, taking a turn that led closer to his penthouse.

He was decently shocked that she had wanted to go to Lux but he was happy that she felt comfortable enough to go back. But he was also incredibly happy that he'd have a moment alone with her.

Ever since the two kissed the previous night, only one thought had been running through his mind. I want her to be mine.

Lucifer had never truly been in a committed relationship before but he was open to trying anything with Delilah. He hadn't slept with any woman or man since he first met her and he was planning to keep it that way. There was no way he was going to mess this up. Delilah was too good to hurt. And he was sure that Taylor would find a way to kill him if he did. 

Thinking of Taylor killing him sent a shiver down his spine. He hadn't truly thought about his vulnerability around Delilah since she took away almost all the negative thoughts from his mind. But he did know that as of now, she had been able to resist his temptations and when he had asked her about her desire, she was able to shrug it off, just as Chloe had. 

If he was vulnerable around Chloe, would he be around Delilah? 

There was only one way to find out but he'd have to put it off till later. He wasn't exactly happy to cut into his hand and possibly bleed but that's the only way to know. 

Eventually the two made it to Lux as Lucifer pulled into his designated parking spot aligned with the other fancy cars he had collected over the years. 

"Geez, Lucifer. I mean, I knew you were rich and everything, but damn," Delilah said, eyeing the red Ferrari. She turned to look at the man who only had a small grin on his face. "How rich are you?"

"Well, my dear, when you have lived as long as I have, it's quite easy to save money," Lucifer said simply, holding out his arm for Delilah to take. When she took it, she moved closer, enjoying his warmth in the cold parking garage. 

"You don't even look like you're older than 35. That's not old, Lu."

Lucifer chuckled. "You're having a hard time with the whole Devil thing. I've noticed."

"No shit, Sherlock."

The two made their way to the silver elevator. When it opened, Lucifer pressed the button that took the pair up to his penthouse. As it climbed the many floors of the building, Lucifer's anxiousness built. 

Delilah took notice of his tense shoulders and unwrapped herself from him, moving to squeeze some of the tension out. "You good, Lu? You seem stressed."

Lucifer spaced out for a second. "Huh? Oh, yeah, yeah, I'm good, love."

"You sure?" Delilah asked, leaning her head on his shoulder to look at him. 

"Yes, Delilah," he said, leaning to press a kiss on her forehead. When his lips made contact with her skin, she let out a small laugh that made Lucifer's stomach do backflips. 

The elevator finally got to the penthouse. The doors opened, revealing his home in all of its glory. No matter how many times Delilah would see his penthouse, she'd gasp at the beauty. "I love it here."

"You do?" Lucifer asked, a little shocked. 

Delilah quickly spun around, watching as Lucifer opened a bottle of whiskey at the bar. "Of course! I mean, it's decorated so nicely and it's spacious and modern. And don't get me started on the views! Like, dude!" 

The man chuckled, leaning on the bar with his elbows as he slowly nursed the glass of alcohol. Delilah's smile grew as she went over to the bar, leaning in front of Lucifer so close that their noses were touching. 

"What ever are you doing, my dear?" Lucifer asked. 

"You're pretty," she mumbled, slowly pressing her lips to him. The kiss only lasted a few seconds before she pulled away and took a seat on one of the stools.

"I have to say, you're quite astonishing as well."

At this, Delilah blushed brightly. "Shush."

A mischievous smirk came to his face. "Make me, love."

The same smirk came to Delilah's face as the blush slipped away. She hopped off the stool and sauntered over to the Devil. She wasn't sure where she had gotten this burst of confidence but she enjoyed it. 

Before she knew it, the two were leaning against his piano, Lucifer's hands planted firmly on her waist. Their lips and bodies danced in an almost drunk way. Delilah could taste the whiskey on his mouth and was slightly repulsed but she couldn't be bothered to pull away and make him take a breath mint before they continued. 

With ease, Lucifer hoisted Delilah onto his piano so he wouldn't have to bend down to reach her lips. She tangled her hands in his hair, giving it a small tug. 

They kissed for a few more moments until Lucifer pulled away, causing Delilah to let out a quiet whimper. "I have to do something first."

"What?" Delilah asked breathlessly. 

Lucifer took a deep breath, grabbing onto her hands. Delilah would be lying if she said she wasn't slightly nervous. She thought this would be the time he told her he wasn't interested and only wanted sex. 

However, Lucifer had completely different plans. "Will you be mine? My girlfriend? Officially?"

Delilah let out a small chuckle as a wide smile grew on her pink lips. She certainly wasn't expecting that. In fact, she was so shocked she wasn't sure she could form actual words. Instead of English, she nodded quickly, pressing her lips to his again. 

They didn't have sex that night. Instead, the two laid on his couch, absentmindedly watching TV and talking. She eventually fell asleep, head resting in his lap as his hands played with her hair. He carefully picked up her small body and led her into his bedroom and laid her down. He laughed when she immediately curled up into the silk sheets and blankets. 

He couldn't help but notice that she looked perfect in his bed. She was so perfect.