🌼evil bambi🌼

I walk into my office, Lucifer sat on the sofa, my radio on the station I like.

He's on his phone, texting.

I walk closer and lean down, squinting at his phone.

𝙇𝙪𝙘𝙞𝙛𝙚𝙧: 𝙨𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙖 𝙗𝙞𝙩𝙘𝙝. 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙮 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣'𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙙.

𝙊𝙯𝙯𝙞𝙚: 𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬, 𝙢𝙖𝙣. 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙖𝙜𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙚𝙭𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙 𝙪𝙥. 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙩.

𝙇𝙪𝙘𝙞𝙛𝙚𝙧: 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙝, 𝙄 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙚𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝘾𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙚..

"Why are you being depressed and mopey when there's jazz playing?"

He looks up from his phone.

"Come on." I hold out my hand, to which he hesitantly puts his phone in my hand. "Not this, I don't want this-"

I set it down, taking his hand.

"I want you. Obviously."

As I pull him up off the sofa and bring him closer, he plops his head into my chest.

"I know you're bipolar, but you were literally fine this morning."

"I cried over a bug. How is that fine."

"Because it's normal for you."

I can feel his body relax slightly as he breathes out.

"You suck." He mumbles.

"Why?"

"B'cuz you aren't supposed to make it better before it's fixed.."

"I already told you I'd handle it. Charlotte wont let it get to her. That girl doesn't take no for an answer.."

"Thats just a show for all of you. Shes royalty trained. If shes struggling you wont know."

"Hm. Well I have witnessed a breakdown, and crisis of hers, therefore she'd probably tell me how she really feels. Not just hide it from me."

"You caused the breakdown."

"Yet fixed the crisis, I'm amazing and keep you on your toes." I twirl us, making him gasp.

As his hands land on my chest for support I rest a hand on his back, leaning forward.

His eyes lock onto mine as I begin stepping with him to the song.

"Dork."

"Clutz."

"I am not!" He says.

"Are too, you've got two left feet."

"Atleast im not stiff!"

"I'm only being stiff because you're nearly 2 feet shorter than I am."

"I hate you."

"I hate you too."

We both stop dancing, but neither of us let go.And as I lean down his lips part.

Practically an invitation.

I close the gap between us, kissing him deeply.

Our tongues sliding against one another as his hands slide up my shoulders to my neck.

He tastes like caramel and and maple syrup.

We pull away, breath uneven.

"I still hate you." He mumbles.

"Mhm."