The Devil’s Wife - Part 2 (Lucifer Morningstar Series)
A/N: Hay guys! So second instalment and of this and I’m glad that the lot that are reading it are liking it. While I was reading this, I was dying about the amount of fluff that I put in it. Hope you enjoy it, feedback is welcomed.
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Originally posted by ohh-bloodyhell
It was a while before Lucifer made an appearance, the nerves of seeing his face after so long were getting to you and you just wanted to hold him in your arms and kiss him. You had sacrificed so much for this to work and you hoped that he would at least be happy to see you.
The queue out front was winding round the building in anticipation of the clubs opening for the night and you wondered if it was always this busy. The glass of whiskey that you were nursing in your hand was dangerously low and as you reached out to refill, you snapped out of it and left the, now half empty, bottle on the counter and walked over to where Maze was preparing the bar.
“You are definitely his wife, that bottle is the best in the house and your treating it as water.” You smiled, your back to the door as you heard it open. You didn’t turn around, expecting it to be another of the men that were bringing in last minute booze that had been coming in every now and then.
You heard a hand grab something, you guessed a glass and they sat at the bar.
“Now who may you be darling?” You smiled wholesomely at the soothing, flirty voice of the man you had missed oh so very much. Swiveling in your seat, you turned to face him with a smile. Once your eyes met his and you were graced to witness the features of something you thought that you’d never see again, you felt your yourself begin to tear up, stopping yourself however.
“Well, I didn’t think that I would need a reintroduction, my love, I am your wife after all.” The teasing smirk that was once there had now dropped, replacing itself with a look of disbelief.
“Esther?”
“Well I am glad you know my name after all these years. Hello, dear.” He was brought out of his daze by your sarky response, pulling you into a hug and not letting go.
“It’s actually you. I thought you died, love.” You smiled at his response. Maybe your doubts were pointless, fallacious, maybe it was all a mistake. You pulled away from his embrace and cupped his face in your hands, your thumb caressing his cheek.
“Well I’m not, didn’t you miss me?” You tried to play it off as though you had no doubt, that you were sure of his love but Lucifer could see straight through it. Even after all these years of separation, the understanding and connection was still there. He smiled sweetly, the love clouding his eyes as he drank in your appearance, attempting to remember all the little details that he may have forgotten over time, though there wasn’t any.
“Oh I did, I just never thought that I’d see you again. I’m glad you are back.” You took his hand in yours, the bubble that you had been submerged in slowly bursting as you didn’t feel the titanium ring that once claimed his finger. Looking down, you were met with a hand bare of any trace of there ever being a ring. Looking back up at him with a creased brow, you waited for an explanation.
“You worry too much.” His hand left yours to pull a necklace that had been hidden beneath his button up. It exposed that same ring dangling from the chain. You lightly smiled, but a small grimace still lingered. Why had he taken it off in the first place?
As the night progressed and the customers rolled in, you and Lucifer made your way up to his penthouse. With whiskey in hands, smoke ghosts around your bodies and you huddled into his sideon the leather sofa; his head resting on yours that found comfort on his shoulder that was now bare of any shirt that was there prior. You had always found comfort in the scent that clung to him, a defined coat of cigarettes and alcohol but it wasn’t polluted or overbearing, instead it was comforting and subtle- classy. You had missed being close to him, the arms that cradled you in a way that made you feel at home and remind you of time long before anything.
“I’m proud of you. The reputation, the kindness.. I’m proud.” Even as your voice broke the silence, it remained serene. You felt like you could tell him about what had happened to you in heaven, the trust was there but there was something holding you back. His eyes bored into you as he tried to meet your gaze. You just closed your eyes and pushed yourself further into his comfort, trying to rid yourself of the apprehension. His embrace welcomed you as he kissed your forehead.
The thought of you always made Lucifer giddy and you being his, something that was truly meant for him, created a bond between the two of you that he stood by. The loyalty and love that you had built up over the eons would make anyone jealous. The complete confidence you had in one another, even when there was a lack in their selves, was something that was selfmade. Not a gift from God, or something given but something that was its own and could be treasured. Nothing had changed for Lucifer when it came to you. The woman that was his everything: his dreams, his definition of perfection, someone that was there through whatever that came his way and he could confide in fearlessness of mistrust. Yet, the circumstances had altered. Since his time on Earth and his new found day job, and new found friend, he felt torn. In his defense, he thought that you had died, and with that knowledge it caused a lot of issues which had, ultimately, led to his ‘vacation’. Chloe Decker was someone that, other than you, had led him to question his actions and that terrified him. He had always reserved that role for you. You had earned it but now so was she.
“Lucifer?” The sound still sent chills through his body, causing a smile to break out on his face and pull him from his torments.
“Yes darling?”
“What caused you to take off your ring?” His face creased in concentration, he didn’t want to offend you. Sighing, he took both his hands in yours and faced you head on.
“Thousands of years ago when we were separated, which you still have to account for by the way you little minx, I thought you had died. There was rumours but nothing concrete and I had demon scour for you but nothing. I believed the conspiracies and I mourned you, I tried to move on and I thought that that was the best way. When I came here, I took it off, keeping it around my neck instead.” You nodded, heartwarmed by his mention of getting demons to look for you.
Wrapping your hands around his neck, you pulled him in for a kiss and pouring all the unexplainable feelings into it. The desperation, the love, the thankfulness. Everything.
He was your everything and you weren’t going to give that up.
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