@shadowfm
once the cops had arrived, eve made her escape, careful not to let them see her and realise she had been involved in the brawl, however small her part to play had been. the night had been going so well up until then and she had been enjoying herself. now, she felt both mentally and physically exhausted as she changed into some more comfortable clothes and put a movie on. she had texted lucifer to meet her at her place on the walk home. eve laid on the sofa, stretching out until there was no room for anybody but herself and waited for lucifer to whinge at her for it. her muscles hurt and she just wanted to sleep, which was half the reason why she had invited him over. not that she would tell anyone, except maybe bobbi, but lucifer was a great cuddler. there was hardly anything like snuggling into him after a long day and just falling asleep with her head on his chest. ❝ at this point, i don’t think i even want the food. can you just come and lay with me? ❞ leaving him hardly any room was a good thing, it would mean he would have to squish himself between her and the sofa and she would feel as snug as a bug in a rug. though, truth be told, she still wanted the food. but if she had to have one or the other, she was sure she could cope with just having lucifer. just this once, of course.
