Lucifer doesn't often find himself alone with you. One of his brothers always has to interrupt the moment or pull you away. The only times you guys are alone is late at night as he does paperwork at his desk and you lay there in his bed quietly. Hours have gone by before he realized the soft breathing that became white noise for him. He slowly turned around and looked at your sleeping form under his blankets and hugging his pillow due to being alone.
It was in those rare moments that he allowed himself to show emotion, which was seen in the way the furrow of his brows decreased, and his usual stoic face turned to something softer. Slowly, he stood up as he turned off the desk lamp and slides his chair back him. He walked over and took off his coat before setting it on the edge of the bed.
Lucifer sighed as he sat down on the edge of the bed, the slight dip causing you to stir a bit. He quickly set his glasses aside before removing his gloves. He watched as you slept peacefully as he unbuttoned his shirt to be more comfortable. Your soft snores did nothing but pull him in as he yearned to lay next to you.
Quickly, he lifted the blankets and slid in next to you, careful not to wake you up. He froze as you stirred a bit before relaxing as you cuddled with him instead. He quickly tossed the pillow aside before leaning over to turn off the lamp on the nightstand. It was in times like these where he was finally able to relax, shoulders down and muscles completely at rest.
He watched you sleep through the night vision that his demon abilities gave him, something that he was freaked out about when he first shifted. There was a brief moment of peace as he stroked your hair absentmindedly and had your head rest against his chest. "Luci," you muttered sleepily much to his surprise.
He looked down at you in mild shock before relaxing as he kissed the top of your head. Pulling you closer, he wrapped his arms around you completely and finally laid down fully. "Shh," he quietly whispered against your hair. "Go back to sleep."
You simply hummed in response as you leaned into his touch subconsciously, something that always made his heart stirred but he never showed. You tucked your face against his neck and relaxed completely against him before scolding him softly, "stop working late. 'm miss you."
For once, there was a small laugh that came from him. A small, genuine laugh. He rested his head against yours before bringing his hand to rub your back soothingly, "I'll try. Now go to sleep." It was then, that he laid there and watched you fall back to sleep. That's because it was you that did something to him. Something soft and domestic. Something he'd never give away.


















