Breath before the kiss
This is inspired by the song Breath before the kiss
Summary: Your first kiss with Lucifer.
Word count: 1 K
Status: Complete.
Warnings: None, pure fluff.
Dark hues were slowly encroaching the sky, as well as the hallways you had walked down that had led you to your last destination, you felt as though shadows crept over you, invading your heart and your breath hitched in anticipation.
This was the last day in the place that you had learnt to call home for a whole year, and despite the darkness you had faced during your stay, you were finding hard to say goodbye to those who had been with you throughout your time there, those who had become family after being enemies and tried to attempt against you. You were finding hard to imagine your foreseeable future without all of them and their noisy activities, but especially, you were finding terrifying the idea of living without the one that was now waiting for you, buried in paperwork and acting oblivious to your arrival.
You noticed the darkness had vanished into the moonlight that leaked through the open window in the other side of the room as soon as you opened the wooden door. The sweet scent you perceived in the environment that contrasted the damp's smell on the hallway, came from the flowers that had bloomed and held on to the outer wall of the House of Lamentation and had been called in your honour since it was the first summer, they had ever shown up in the Devildom. You had believed Lucifer had had them cut, a smile crossed your face when you realised, he had not.
After a few minutes of shared silence, he finally looked up from his work, took his glasses off and had his red eyes fixed on you; he made a gesture, clear enough to be comprehensible; you obeyed and locked the door behind you, you knew what you were going to do there, you knew you needed privacy, after all, you were going to hand him your soul and the other way round, as you had made with his brothers, although this time you wanted more than just a pact. You were leaving, probably forever, this was likely the last chance for you to have a straightforward talk.
As only answer to his question in an unexpected wobbly voice, asking if you had taken care of all your business in the Devildom, you stepped closer to him. You would never tell him, but you perceived a ray of hope in his tired eyes when you did so. You probably were taking too much of a risk, it was a dire situation, and you were not even sure if you were going to survive if you dared to cross the limits of your relationship, if you could call it that; you reminded yourself you would not be able to live any other second if you just left without letting him know what you had to say about your feelings.
His gaze met yours, the fire burning in them and the sight of his soft lips getting wet by his tongue were inviting you to do as you had been dreaming of doing during the last couple of months, when you had noticed your words got stuck in your throat, leaving you speechless and your hands shook for no reason when he looked at you.
You had spent a beyond of suficient amount of time daydreaming of it. You were always braver in your fantasies than you were in real life though. Now that you were actually going to confess, your heart was about to fly away and you thought it was a good thing it was locked up in your rib cage; your hands were leaking, your legs were trembling and if you had tried to talk, no sound would have been emitted. You were scared, even more scared than when you had faced death some months ago, but at the same time some kind of current ran through your spine, prompting you to take action. It was now or never.
You stared at him for some seconds, you could see yourself in his eyes, you could also feel his breath caressing your face, you were so close, it was awkward, since the both of you were expecting the other one to take the first step, he was afraid, maybe it was all a misunderstanding, but he did not want to step back, that much you could tell, and you thought it was a good sign, you just needed a moment of stupid bravery, and you would be done or rather damned, for there would not be way to go back.
You breathed in and closed your eyes; your trembling lips finally met his. Your body reacted in such complicated ways you could not understand, fire and rain were overflowing it. Your cheeks were as red as were his and your stomach twisted.
You expected a sudden burst of anger or shock coming from him, but his eyes let you know he was actually delighted, and he was not surprised but rather relieved, he did not attempt to hide the smile in his face that you were now sharing as he held your face in his, sketching your features, as though he was seeing you for the first time ever.
"I will not be your possession; I won't belong to you". He stated at you with dead eyes, that were suddenly coming back to life as he pronounced his next statement with a smoky voice that made you melt: "You will belong to me".
A grin lighted up his demonic features, giving you the impression, his human and therefore, softer side was showing, the part of him that was actually capable of feeling something besides anger and pride.
It was his turn to kiss you, taking his time on savouring your strawberry lips that tasted as summer, the summer he had seen in films where everyone was having the time of their lives, and it was finally his time to live.
"As of this moment, you are mine". And you somehow, liked that sort of possessiveness, because you knew that even if he said otherwise, he was yours too and no one else's.
He embraced your waist in his arms, igniting the butterflies in your stomach.
"You're going to spend your last night in the Devildom there, together with me, all night long, until the break of dawn. I'm not letting anyone else have you now. You're mine". He wrapped you in his arms, and you did nothing in order to stop him, that was what you wanted, what your heart longed. Several kisses followed to those, each one tasted different, as though love had shades and you were trying each one of them. Every touch and every kiss made your heartbeat rush and your head spin in the best of ways, there were sparks within your body.
Sleeping by his side felt as dreaming in a forbidden paradise, he encompassed sweetness and seduction in a way you were not able to understand but it had you mesmerised; probably at some point you would pay for it, you did not care, as long as you could embrace him for a bit longer as you were doing right now.
"You should try to sleep, it's almost morning". He mumbled; he was constantly tired but he tried his best to keep his eyes open. "What's the problem?"
He sat back down, taking you with him because you had been lying on his bare chest.
"I'm leaving tomorrow". You replied. "And I don't want to leave you, I can't, no after tonight".
"I cannot leave you either, but you know what? I won't. I will find a way, you will have to trust me, but we'll be together like this again".
You left yourself fall into his arms again, his warm embrace almost making you forget what you were worried about, without words, it let you know he'd come back to you.
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Notes: as always self-indulgent, I needed something soft.
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