Lucifer Imagines

The Devil's Girl (P.t 2)

Beep, Beep, Beep, Beep...

You were holding in there, your pulse like the pitter pattering of rain. You were hooked up to every machine imaginable. The bullet had been removed and the wound stitched up, but you still hadn't woken from your coma like state.

Yes, indeed Lucifer had not killed you like he thought he had, though he still didn't know that. He'd locked himself away in his Condo for the past few days, drinking bottle after bottle of alcohol.

He was kicking himself for letting you die thinking that he didn't care for you, that he wasn't desperately in love with you.

Eventually months had passed, and Lucifer looked like he had been attacked and beaten, having lost weight and not slept in too long, he found himself spiraling into depression, something he had only just found was something Demons and humans a like could have.

He sits on his leather sofa staring blankly at the ceiling, nothing mattering to him other than that he continued to feel pain for what he did to you.

"That's not going to work lucifer..." He scrunched his eyes together swearing his was going insane. "Drinking won't do anything..." HE shakes his head trying to get you out of his mind. "Lucifer... I was an idiot for thinking you didn't care... I had a lot of time, like a lot of time, trust me Comas are not a nice place to be." You state calmly.

"Get out of my head." Lucifer speaks numbly.

"I realized you were just trying to help... that you were always going to heal me." You continue but he doesn't listen. You roll your eyes and walk around the couch, jumping on top of him, so you were straddling his lap.

You wrapped your hands around his jaw and pulled him into you roughly. Your lips colliding with passion. You deepened the kiss as he gasped, slipping your tongue into his mouth. Her hips started moving ever so slightly as you lost yourself in the moment having wanted to do this forever.

"You're actually here." He whispers as you pull away.
"Yep and I'm never leaving... Ever, not even if you shoot me again." You smile resting your forehead on his. "You look absolutely terrible by the way." You giggle.

"I'm so, so sorry." His tired brown eyes boaring into yours. "But... are you freaked out because of... the whole... devil thing?" He gulped scared he was going to lose you again.

"Shhh, I already knew about that." You peck his lips again. "I was only scared because I thought you were going to kill me but to be fair to me I was bleeding out, so I wasn't exactly in my right mind..." You whisper.

"I would never kill you." He wraps his arms around you burying his head in your neck.
"I know, I do." You kiss his forehead. "I'm the devil's girl."

Hey Guys! Sorry this is late! If there is any other imagines or fanfictions you'd like to see feel free to comment! 

~Brei