Forever Unbroken

The Morning After

Dan stared at Lucifer, a part of him wishing he could see him better, wondering if his current physique was anything like in his dream, while another part of him wished he could somehow get out of the penthouse.

"Daniel? Are you alright? Did you sleep well?" Lucifer was genuinely curious as he could sense Dan's unease. For a fleeting moment, he had the urge to reach out to Dan, but the expression on the man's face, which he could clearly see in the darkness of his bedroom, stayed his hand.

"I-I'm okay...I uh slept okay, I just had a um...a strange dream. Also, what am I doing in your bed? I don't recall getting in here willingly. I know I'm dressed, but you didn't feel me up or anything did you?"

Lucifer closed his eyes and turned away from Dan in disappointment. He started to get up but a firm hand on his arm stopped him.

"Forget it. I'm sorry I asked you that insensitive question. I know you better than that. Did you bring me in here?"

Lucifer sighed in relief and allowed himself a small smile. He sensed...something between himself and Dan, but he was a grown Devil and wasn't afraid to admit that it would be hard to take another rejection; so he said nothing. He had been on Earth continuously for nearly seven years now, and during the latter part, he was becoming more comfortable with his emotions. Fear of rejection was the trigger for his emotional pain and it had probably always been that way. He wasn't about to let another human hurt him again, not like she had. 

"Daniel, we are friends, you and I, correct?" Lucifer asked as he turned to face the detective. 

Dan was surprised by the question, given the last few days. He was silent for a few moments, trying to decide how to answer. "Yes, Lucifer, we're friends. You're growing on me," Dan gave his friend a warm smile. "I'm here for you." 

Noticing that Dan still had a hand on his arm, Lucifer put his hand on top of Dan's and gave him a little squeeze. "Thank you, Daniel."

"No problem, man. Thanks for letting me stay over. I doubt I was in any condition to drive last night," he winced as sunlight peeked through the curtains. "At least, given the doozy of a headache I have right now anyway. By chance, do you have any legal painkillers? I'm sure Go--um, your Dad only knows how many illicit drugs you have lying around here." He put up a hand as, knowing Lucifer, the celestial was probably about to go on a tangent about just how many drugs he had and how much he loved them. "I really don't want to know Luce, so don't even go there."

Lucifer grinned at the nickname, wondering if Dan was aware of his words. "Yes, Daniel. I'm quite sure I have some low strength painkillers somewhere. Why don't you go freshen up while I get it for you. There are some sealed toiletry packs in the top drawer under the sink. The bathroom is just through there," Lucifer directed as he pointed to another doorway just off of his bedroom. 

Dan found his way to the kitchen about ten minutes later, feeling more awake and refreshed. He was surprised to see an unlabeled jar of what appeared to be fruit preserves, a large bowl of fresh fruit, and a platter of buttered toast set out on a small table next a large glass of water and a small bottle of extra strength acetaminophen. He sat down, and proceeded to take the pain meds before digging into his breakfast. As he took a bite of the the toast with fruit preserves, his eyes widened as the first bite hit his tongue. 

"Lucifer, where did you you get this! It's amazing!" Dan exclaimed as he began to eat more in earnest. 

"Oh, I know several bakers in town. This is freshly made Challah bread, pan-toasted to a crispy, almost fried texture. And the fruit preserves are a mixture of raspberries and strawberries. I'm glad you're enjoying it. I have a farm out in the country. I'll see to it that you receive a jar regularly." Lucifer was about to start eating his own portion of food when he felt Dan's steady gaze on him. He looked up to find his friend staring at him in utter shock. Lucifer stared back at Dan, trying to get a read on him. The man didn't look sick and he was quite sure there was nothing wrong with his clothing and he hadn't started eating yet, so was perplexed at the reaction he just got. 

"Dan are you alright? I know the jam is pretty good but I didn't think it was that good."

When Dan didn't move, Lucifer reached over and closed his mouth for him before sitting back in his chair to enjoy his breakfast and wait for his partner to snap out of his shock. 

"How exactly do you think I make my money?" He asked between bites. "Yes, I have Lux, which is very lucrative, however, I also have a great number of properties and businesses of varying types both here in LA and across the globe."

Snapping out of his shock, Dan finally stopped gaping and proceeded to eat his food, his thoughts swirling. They ate in silence for a short while until Dan looked the celestial in the eyes. 

"So...you're a playboy billionaire, a legitimate businessman, and a breathtakingly handsome fallen angel to top it all off." Dan sighed, not waiting for a response, and pushed back from the table before standing to leave. "I've got to get home before work. I'll see you at the precinct Luce."

As his partner left the penthouse, Lucifer mused to himself with a chuckle. "Breathtakingly handsome eh? Still got it."