19. kisses meant to distract the other person from whatever they were intently doing
The first sign that something is terribly wrong is Natalie in the kitchen. Lucifer tries his hardest to remember if there’s a date he’s missing, a school project she’s talked about, anything that could explain this soon-to-be disaster, but nothing comes to mind.
She looks like she’s concentrating, a furrow between her brows and her tongue poking out of the side of her mouth, and he decides that her taking this any degree of seriously is infinitely worse than her messing around for shits and giggles.
He needs to get her out of the kitchen, and now, before she sets something on fire.
“What are you doing?” he asks, coming up behind her. She doesn’t so much as look up at him, staring intently at the cookbook before her.
“Cooking. Which spoon is T-S-P?”
Lucifer represses a long suffering sigh.
“Because dad’s going out of town for a conference and I’m sick of takeout.”
You’ll be sick of something else if you eat your cooking, Lucifer thinks, but he doesn’t say that. This is a delicate situation. It’s like defusing a bomb.
He grips her hips and pulls her against his chest. She gasps, looking up at him in annoyance.
“C’mon, dude, I’m trying to make dinner.”
“I can think of a more enjoyable dinner than whatever that’s going to be,” he says, and kisses her neck to drive his point home. He nibbles at her pulse and feels her go red, feels her start to relax against him, and thinks he’s won.
He smirks, kissing across her jaw and towards her lips, when she pushes him away.
“Sex isn’t a real meal, Lucifer,” she chides. “I’m hungry.”
She doesn’t see his jaw drop.
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