lucifer takes back home a very affectionate, very drunk MC. but this is his human, though, so who is he to complain?
"i wanted to see them a little longer."
"i assure you they'll be here first thing tomorrow morning, and you won't be able to get rid of them." lucifer answers with a sigh, hopping you up higher on his back.
it's a starry night in the human realm, one that's not often seen by the avatar of pride. he used to love to look down upon the brightness in his first home and make shapes out of them, often getting starry eyed and emotional, and those shapes had later on formed into stars for humankind.
he wasn't lucifer morningstar for nothing. but that was a long, long time ago with a very different lucifer, though.
the thought still makes his jaw clench.
"i hope they will, but i missed them a lot, luci," your slurred voice takes him out of his head, soothing his wounds and calming his heart. he hums lowly in response. "can we go back for a little bit?"
"so you could fall asleep in the middle of their meaningless talk, making them sad because their predilected human wasn't paying them attention?" he taunts, clicking his tongue. "they're hard enough to handle when they're excited, mc." he scoffs. "enough with the nonsense. you know humans need to sleep."
"you smell good. how can you still smell good? we've been out the whole day. it's not fair."
he gasps, and is silently glad you're too intoxicated to notice. how could you say this things, genuine and wholeheartedly, so easily? honestly and freely? lucifer doesn't know, can’t understand, but as he grips your thighs harder, his nails leaving red marks on your skin, lucifer's thankful it's you the one that makes his heart flutter.
he hides the way it stutters with a scowl. "i don't smell 'good'. you're hallucinating because of your lack of sleep, so for the love of everything, sleep."
"okay." and then, in a quiet whisper. "i love you."
he feels himself blush before he can stop it, like he always seems to do with you. his raven hair hides the lovely, embarrassing truth in his eyes as his head leans sideways to make space for your face while it snuggles against his neck. lucifer's body will always remember your love like it's muscle memory, your breath slow and hot against his skin, soft lips pressing on top of his pulse making him dizzy and so responsive to you, a human, and the worst part is that he craves it, he realizes with a start.
"luci? don't you love me back?"
a beat. one, two, three seconds pass. two red cars speed by the street.
"i'm all yours, mc. you already know this."
and you're mine, he doesn't say. doesn't need to.
your demon softly squeezes you closer to him in return, so frighteningly aware of the gap of strength between the both of you, how fragile your body feels against the millennium old demon, millennium old being. the gentle grip his hands grab your thighs with, his thumbs gliding against the material of your jeans, his scowl at the cars passing by for being infuriatingly loud, for not letting you fully rest against him, it's his way of saying me too.
"i assure you, you'll always return home safely with me. "
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