I.O.U.

The One With The Vengeful Devil

Not much was said after that and not for lack of trying. Lucifer tried to question you more, yet each of his questions were deflected by you. You grabbed his hand, silencing his onslaught of questions.

"I promise we'll talk about this Lucifer, but not tonight, I'm far to intoxicated and far to tired to keep up a conversation like that."

For the first time that night Lucifer noticed just how tired you truly was. There were bags under your eyes and you wore an expression of pure exhaustion. Then his eyes fell to where your hand still held his. When you noticed you still had a hold of his hand you didn't let go, you simply held his hand tighter.

"Alright." He said simply.

And then you drank, you drank until your chest filled with laughter. You drank until all the events of these past weeks were pushed to the back of your mind. Until your vision stared to fade and your body became sluggish.

"Let's get you home." Lucifer said as he noticed you nodding off.

You nodded and turned to him, holding out your arms to him, much like a child would, wanting to be held. He chuckled, but swept you into his arms nevertheless, watching as you laid your head on his shoulder. Lucifer carried you to the car, setting you down gently in the passenger seat. He shrugged off his jacket, laying it over your shoulders.

~

The drive back to the penthouse was filled with silence, seeing as you slept for most of it. Even when Lucifer stopped the car and lifted you into his arms once more you barely stirred. He carried you the entire way up to the penthouse. However rather than carrying you to your own room, he laid you on his bed instead. He went to walk away, but you grabbed his shirt sleeve.

"Stay... please..."

Lucifer gently moved your hand away.

"Of course."

He climbed into the bed beside you and became rigid when you rolled over, curling up against his chest. Lucifer wasn't sure what to do for a moment but when he noticed your breathing even out and your eyes flutter close, he relaxed. His arms wrapped around you, almost protectively, and he just held you.

After a while, when he was sure you were deep enough asleep, he pulled out his phone. The line rung for a few minutes as he gazed down at you. When the person on the other end finally answered he lifted his eyes away from you, expression turning cold.

"I need you to gather some information for me Mazikeen, don't approach the man, simply watch him, the only one who will be putting an end to that little roach's life will be me."

~

When you woke up the next morning, you were alone in bed. However, it wasn't your bed, and you sat up, searching your memory for what happened last night. You came up empty and instead stood from the bed, holding your head when the pounding grew worse.

"Why did I drink so much..." You muttered.

"Because you were very stressed and rightfully so."

You looked up when Lucifer walked into the room, holding a glass of water and a small bottle. He rattled it a little, making you groan at the noise. Lucifer gave you an innocent smile and handed you the glass, and the bottle.

"You're a saint." You sighed as you took the Advil, washing it down with the water.

"Oh far from it actually." He chuckled.

Lucifer disappeared into his closet, reminding you that you were still in your dress from last night. You walked down the little stairs that lead to Lucifer's bedroom.