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Yes, babe, you’re sick and twisted, will you come back to bed- what? yes, of course you’re evil and irredeemable. now can you please cuddle with me.

The demon stepped inside carefully having removed his shoes previously, knowing the hour was high and there was no need for more noise. Setting his workload in the table of the kitchen, making sure not to spill anything, her archives sometime seem to have a life of their own and given the chance they will invade any surface fast. Crossing the kitchen on her way to the bathroom, turning off the remaining lights, before waiting for eyes to adjust to the light. The living room wasn’t as bad only a few books scatter here and there that told her the angel had been reading. Whenever she got obsessed over a new topic she will use all her energy till she had to consume all the available information, good thing the demon had access to a pretty vast archive. Leaving the books where they were, fully knowing the angel had a system of organization and knew better than to cross her.

She finally enters the bed, the four post huge bed seem to take command of the whole room, yes there is other furniture too, but this is a bedroom after all. The bed seems to call the demon who would like nothing more but to just lay down and close her eyes. However, there are still things to take care. The figure on the bed moves.

“Honey, you home?” The demon knows she is fucked, with a heavy sigh she approaches the bed.

“I am, go back to sleep.” The angel seems to borrow deeper into her sleep, making the demon smile at the content sigh the angel gives after a small kiss is placed on her shoulder. “Fuck routine!” The demon murmurs before heading for the bathroom still wanting nothing more than to nestle net to the angel.

She emerges a few minutes later feeling better knowing that even if tired she at least is not covered, and dust. She had even washed her hair, she hated washing her hair at night, it never fully dries, and it gets all tangled. The angel is now sitting in bed.

“Really…” the demon say full of disappointment even if she smiles.

“I said, I will try to wait for you. Unfortunately I fell asleep.” She offers a tiny smile adjusting her glasses.

“Exactly, you were sleeping, a thing you haven’t managed in what, weeks?” The demon says while the angel offers another apologetic smile. “I didn’t want to wake you up.” The demon states while approaching the bed.

“You didn’t I woke up by myself. But now that I am awake…” The angel pats the bed inviting.

“What am I Supposed to just jump on the bed like one of your cats?” The demon says keeping her ground “I will have you know that after the Dukes of Hell I am one of the feared demons just for all the knowledge I hold.”

“Yes babe, you are sick ant twisted will you get in bed now?” The angel pats again, making the demon roll her eyes so hi, but still moving this time. She circles the bed making a big show of getting in bed wearing a simple shirt that almost falls to her knees, most likely one of the angel’s. It takes her more time to get settle in bed than for the angel to nestle next to her. Sharing soft kisses in between yawns, the demon slowly drifting listening to the angel going on about her day, while caressing her arms with a soft scratch of her nails. Hands change direction steadily finding their way under her shirt. The demon can do nothing but to turn fully facing the angel, who is smiling at her with naughtiness on her face, at this point only a few will believe her angelical, and they will be wrong. Leaning forward for a kiss, letting the angel set the pace, a leisure kiss that seems to steal her breath away, and yet it only heartens her craving. The hands have found their way onto her breast making her moan into the kiss, pushing herself even further into the angel’s space. Another moan and this time the angel pulls her legs apart, sneaking hers in between starting a rhythm. In time, they are both being loud, stolen kisses in between moans and promises, secrets only known to each other.

“Look at the mess you made me do, you naughty, naughty angel.” The demon says once she finally regains control of her brain a fail attempt of a pout that is quickly erased by a big smile.

“What? Yes, of course, you’re evil and irredeemable? In reality, you are nothing but a pillow princess.” she adds laughing. “Now can you please cuddle with me, I think I am feeling tired.” The demon can’t help but laugh at the statement, but it is true the tiredness has come back but is no longer overwhelming. Turning around in order to become the little spoon she lets the angel hold her from behind.

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