🌼evil bambi🌼

I stir slightly, Luci moving closer as the scent of whiskey hits my nose.

"Have you been drinking-..?"

He pauses, looking at me. "Just a bit."

I pull him down into my arms."Didn't even invite me."

"Al.."

I look down at him.

"I love you."

Whatever battle he's fighting in that head of his is really starting to fuck with me.

"I love you too, darling."

We sit in silence for a while, his eyes unfocused facing down as he thinks, my fingers running down his arm in little circular motions.

"Would you be mad if I helped her?" He mumbles.

"Helped who-?"

He doesn't say anything but his eyes meet mine again and it dawns on me who he's talking about.

"No. I'd never get mad at you for having a heart."

He moves up closer, cupping my face.

"She had the look..when she talked about her..that you get.."

"I don't get a look.."

"Yes you do.." he kisses my cheek. "Like that."

"What-"

"Like..there's a storm..it's both intense and lasting, that just isn't safe to go out in..so you stay..focusing on your house, the one you worked hard for and appreciate more than anything else.."

I stay silent for a moment.

"Do you get poetic when your drunk?"

"I only had two fingers."

"Hm.."

I tilt his chin, kissing his lips gently, tasting him like a perfectly done meal.Although I'm not sure I believe two fingers.The taste of whiskey mixing with as our tongues slide together.

My stomach doing the thing it so often does with him.Burning and tingling all at once.

My other hand slides down to his waist, bringing it against mine as the hand on his chin adjusts, gripping his jaw.He groans, his own hands resting on my neck.

The kiss breaking.

Our breathing uneven as I linger on his lips for just a moment longer.

This feeling of wanting more consuming me.I want him more and more each and every kiss.But I can't do it.

I give him a gentle, loving kiss, letting go of his waist.

"I love you, so much." I say once more against his lips, feeling his lips curve into a smile.

"I love you most."

"Lying is a sin, Lucifer."

"Well good thing I'm not." He argues.

"Really now?"

"Yep." He sits up. "Sucks to suck doesn't it."

"Sucks to be wrong doesn't it?"

"I am not wrong."

"You are though."

He rolls his eyes, "aren't."

"Are."

"I will bite you."

"As lovely as that threat is you'd probably enjoy it if I countered it."

His face flushes gold.

"I hate you."

"And I love you, most."

He shoves his pillow into my face."Go back to sleep."

"Is that what you plan on doing?" I ask, pushing the pillow back to the other side of the bed. Untouched because he usually lays so close theres no use in our own pillows.

"I'm not tired."

"You were climbing into bed though."

"Yeah that's cuz you're peaceful when you're sleeping. You're a jackass otherwise."

"The jackass you married, saved the life of and kiss all the time."

"Yeah and what have you done for me."

"I went through the castle looking for your medicine and made you take it and still remind you to daily."

"Besides that."

"I saved your daughter."

"..jackass."

I can't help but smile.He's adorable..

"I'll be that, for you."

"Okay, deer-boy. Don't get all mushy."

"Oh, how I love thou," I grab him, locking him in my arms. "What would I do without thy presence!"

He laughs a bit, "Al! Stop it!"

"My beautiful perfect husband, you perfectly beautiful kind soul!"

"Staah-ha-ha-p!!"

"Oh I just-" I kiss his neck. "Love you so- much-!" I kiss again, this time on his collarbone. "Such a perfect creative mind!"

I kiss his neck a few times before loosening my grip on him. "I love you."

"I love you too.." he turns, hugging me.