“It’s time for bed, my love” Lilith’s voice echos from behind, awaiting for her husband to turn around. A warm and endearing smile graces her lips as she holds her hand out to him. “I do hate it when you’re not there with me.”
He's denied her too many times already. Lilith remains a persistent and patient figure; a fire that burns bright and promises warmth — even when it hurts. Lucifer tosses her a lopsided smile. Lovedrunk — not sick, but intoxicated by her very existence and the love she gives him. His tail flicks, gaze sweeping over her features, drinking in the details of her expression. Without a moment more of hesitation, he takes her hand and offers a small yawn. The king yields to his queen, and to the exhaustion tugging at his bones. This surrender, however, is sweet.
"And deny the opportunity to snuggle up with my favorite in the universe? Not a chance." Lucifer brushes a soft kiss to her knuckles and follows his beloved wife to bed.