Existence

10. eyes

"We're movin' so fast, I don't care, I wanna crash. Let our love burn." - Lil Peep 

She thought that there was still hope for him. 

"You're crazy." His chuckle lacked humor and he shook his head in disappointment. 

"No, I'm not," She stumbled to the bar and poured herself another drink, "You know I'm right."

He watched her pour a little too much whiskey into her glass before she walked back to him. The sight of her simply made him smile. The way her tangled locks fell down to her shoulders, and the small frame of her body. What he loved most were her eyes. It was the first thing he noticed about her, and probably will be the only thing he will remember when she is finally gone. The way they lit up when she spoke about something she believed in, got him every single time. 

Maybe it was because they lit up when she spoke about him. She believed in him. That was something no one did. 

There was also something in the way they flashed. They say that eyes are the window to a person's soul, and when he looked into hers, all he saw was life. It was so damn beautiful that he couldn't even begin to comprehend why she wanted to die so bad. That is why it only took him a moment to decide to try to help her. For her to see herself the way he did. To show her the meaning of life. 

But it kinda back fired didn't it?

She was stubborn as hell, he would know. She refused to go back, insisting that he was just like her. It was a funny thing wasn't it? They both believed in each other, yet they were so fucking messed up, they couldn't accept it. 

"It's too late for me." Lucifer said to her.

"Well yeah, it's a couple millennia's late," She stood up, "But it isn't too late. Nothing is ever too late. You taught me that."

"So you don't think that it's too late for you either?" He raised a challenging brow. 

"There is but," She walked in front of him and held out her hand, "I don't want to leave you."

He took her hand and stood up, towering over her slightly. His hand was in hers and she looked up at him with those eyes that he adored so much. Her head was tilted sideways, as she studied him and didn't bother hiding it. She didn't bother hiding anything anymore. 

"Dance with me." She whispered. 

Despite the fact that there was no music playing, he still pulled her in by the waist and proceeded to dance with her. Her eyes instantly fluttered shut when he intertwined their fingers with such intimacy, her heart stumbled. She rested her head on his chest, and let her imagination run wild. 

She let herself hope. 

Having hope was a funny thing. It gives you the possibilities of fictitious realities. It is your mind playing on your innermost desires. You seem to forget that those moments, are just figments of your imagination. Yet, she still let herself hope. Because, what has she got to lose?

She was at rock bottom. She couldn't go lower than this. She was in hell for fucks sake. 

They stopped swaying and pulled a part slightly. Mandy took this time to observe him. The way the fire illuminated his blonde hair like an invisible halo. How he had striking blue eyes that pierced her soul in a way that no one else could have. She couldn't even deny the fact that she felt so very safe in his arms. 

how ironic it is, that the Devil was her hero. 

He let go of her hand to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ears and she relished in the way he made her feel. She unconsciously licked her lips, immediately drawing his gaze to them. His eyes darkened in desire and some sort of hidden emotion. What dawned on her, was the fact that she didn't feel gross or dirty. She basked in his gaze. Relishing in whatever it was he made her feel. 

"Kiss me." It was barely above a whisper, but it held the power of a passionate cry. She craved him. There was no point in hiding that anymore. It hasn't been long, but she never knew anything like this before. She was never so sure of anything, until him. 

The moment his lips crashed against hers, it was as if she remembered a million dreams. It was a soft peck at first. A way to test the waters before one of them did something they would later regret. She fell in love with how gentle he was and he loved the sweetness of her lips. It was just a taste. A taste of something she knew she wanted. Something she knew she needed. So, she tugged him against her once more. 

 It was everything all at once and her knees buckled beneath her. He must have noticed because he lowered his arms and picked her up off the ground. Her legs automatically hooked behind his lower back and she deepened the kiss. It was a kiss full of everything. Pain and sorrow. Loneliness and despair. Desperation and self destruction. Heaven and hell. 

He stumbled into his chair and she collapsed onto him. Her gasp broke the kiss and he used that as an opportunity to attack her neck. He left a trail of kisses from her earlobe down to her exposed collarbone and back up again. Soft moans escaped her lips and he silenced them by kissing her again. Her fingers were tangled in his hair and her back was arched in the sheer pleasure of it all. 

She wanted more. So much more. 

The kiss broke once again, but she was quicker this time. She swiftly took off her shirt, as her soft lips brushed against his earlobe before she bit it softly, causing him to shiver slightly. 

"Bedroom." She said into his ear. It was a one word command that caused him to immediately stiffen. For some reason, he felt like he was taking advantage of her state. More than anyone else, he knew what the lack of love can do to a person. How the need for it can fool you into thinking that you finally found the one. How you be let down a hundred times, but still somehow hope that this one will be the one. 

"Mandy, are you sure?" He asked, ready to stop if necessary. She was too good for him to taint. 

"I have never been so sure of anything before." She said with such honesty, his heart began to pick up in pace. She had that look in her eyes again. Full of trust and vehemence. One look into her eyes, and he was a goner. 

He picked her up and carried her to the bedroom, laying her down on the bed gently. Her hair spilled out on the pillow and she gulped when his shirt came over her head. He didn't need to say anything, for the truth was held in his eyes. She sat up and connected their lips once again. His tongue traced her bottom lip, distracting her as he singlehandedly unclasped her bra. It slipped off her arms with ease and he kissed down the valley of her breasts, his lips hovering her lips as his eyes made contact with hers once again. She nodded her head, and his fingers slid her pants and panties off. 

"You ready to sin?" He asked as his head lowered down. 

All she could do was moan, and that was the only answer he needed.