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WHO: Lilith & Lucifer
WHEN: Saturday night
WHERE: Lucifer's place, wherever that is.
WHAT: sort-of husband and wife romantic evenings.

Lilith had a rose in hand, solitary and deep red, and inside Lucifer's apartment she drew the petals along the smooth, clean surfaces. Finding the Morning Star's drinks cabinet, she made herself something and slipped the stem of the rose into an empty crystal decanter and kept moving through the apartment, now with drink in hand.

Her coat she dropped in the corridor, her dress a red to match the rose. It was a mirror that distracted her - always so distracting to Lilith - and she preened for a while, running her fingers through her hair and touching up her make-up while she waited for Lucifer's return.

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"You insult me. I'm never good." He easily shifted her and set her back on the ground. She was as light as feathers to him. "I do like presents though." With a smile he went to his room, to see what she'd brought him.

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"Never good," Lilith agreed and then nipped at his lip before he moved her. She followed Lucifer, her steps languid, her hips shifting beneath her dress, and then leaning in his doorway, smiling almost serenely at the tear-stained boy on the bed.

"I didn't ask," Lilith said, considering him. "But I'd say sixteen? So very pretty, however old he is." She leaned against Lucifer, her lips against his ear. "He said he'd sell his soul to touch me. Isn't that sweet?"