🌼evil bambi🌼

Luci rests his head on my shoulder, looking down at the papers in front of me. "Why are you always doing the paperwork.."

"Because your daughter doesn't know how. She's also very hard to teach anything."

"..oh."

I tilt my head, resting it on his as I read the papers, silence filling the room.

Eventually he stands back up and sighs."Boredddd."

"You know, you have plenty of friends you could hang out with."

"But I want you."

"And as adorable as that is I do still have to work."

He whines, plopping onto the sofa.

I look up at him for a second, his face in a pillow as he pouts.

"Dear, I'm nearly done.."

"When you are can we go out for dinner?"

"You wanna go out-?"

"..no..but I want tacos.." he rests his head on the arm of the sofa, "I'd have to go out for that."

"Hm. Let me finish this and I'll take care of that, okay?"

He looks up at me, his lips in a pout.

"Of course if you don't want tacos I can just stay here and work."

"No!"

He smile. "M'kay. 20 minutes, tops. I promise."

"Okay.."

He sits up, standing, the clicking of his heels making their way to the door.

..

I walk into my suite, Lucifer of course back in bed, scrolling on his phone.

"Hope you're hungry."

He sets his phone down, sitting up.

"Not talking again-?"

He looks at me in silence.

Genuinely what the actual fuck do I do.

I sit on the bed, setting his food in front of him.

As I open the container of tacos, pulling it closer to him I sit back. "Eat."

He takes a taco in silence, taking a bite.

"You know, my mother used to tell me the best way to ones heart is through food."

He looks at me, the look on his face telling me he doesn't quite understand.

"Well I mean, it's true. You love me because of my amazing food."

"What-?"

"Well that's it isn't it? You married me just so I'd be stuck making you dinner every night."

"Nu uh.."

"Hm. Maybe I'm missing something then."

"You are..and if that's what you think I love you for, why the hell do you love me-?"

"Hmm. Your face is nice."

"..wow."

I smile.

"Maybe I should divorce you then, that's very shallow."

"Nah, I mean, what is is there to love about you?"

He gives me a look.

"Like, you're beautiful voice? Or maybe your laugh. Yeah. I like your laugh. And-"

"Shut up.."

I watch him eat another taco.

"I love when you do that, too."

"Eat-?"

"No, yes. But no. The way you always eat with your legs criss crossed. Even when you're sitting at the table."

He pauses.

Yes, I may be high 90 percent of the time but I do still notice those little things that he does. It's not hard.No one has an excuse.

"Hm. Well although I love your cooking I do also like when you actually smile. And when you tilt your head 'cuz your ears fall to the side."

"I like sunday mornings when we don't get up early and I get to see you with your messy hair."

"I like your stupid face."

"Why is my face stupid?"

"It's not stupid but it is."

"That doesn't make sense."

"It does in my head." He finishes his food.

"Hm. Well.." I move the empty container, "as long as it makes sense to you I suppose it counts."

I cup his face, bringing his lips to mine for a gentle kiss."I like your stupid face, too."

He smiles.

I kiss him once more, this time deeper.