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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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He sighed and settled down in a chair, stretching his legs. He wondered if he could let his mask slip a little. He was just annoyed enough to consider it, but it wasn't appreciated when no one would be suitably impressed by it. "Well we can say we did something. I don't get it. Tried killing him for years and all of a sudden it's 'oh no, poor baby. Go save him Lucifer'."

"My poor prince," Lilith said, putting down the apple and making her way over to him. "Satan's working you to the bone for that little shit. I'm sure he's just hiding for attention. You know Joshua's love of attention."

"You have no idea. He get's that from his mother." He completely ignored that for a moment, the brief after image of burning wings appeared at his back. When she was close enough he dragged her in his lap. "I'm not even supposed to father children. Fucking Plan."

"He gets a lot of things from his mother," Lilith smirked, mentally comparing the similarities in bed between the two. (Not often when Satan wore that female mask though. It interested Lilith less to be with women.)

"The Plan," Lilith said derisively, making herself comfortable on Lucifer and kissing this throat. She wasn't sure she believed in any sort of plan. What part could her role have played?

"Too much." although he lifted his head to Lilith's attention. He was far happier letting her distract him. He was thankful enough he couldn't have another. Joshua was enough to try his patience.

"He's important. So he can't die. Wish he could do. Wish I'd tossed him off a cliff." He paused and thought, "no wait I did that. Didn't work."

"Mmm," Lilith semi-agreed, lips against his throat. "You should have tried some sort of iron maiden along with it."

"Tried that. Also gave him to some half starved jackals. He ended up making friends with them." He really loathed Joshua had stayed so stupidly alive through it all. "Can we talk about anything besides him? I'm tired of that topic."

"Gladly," Lilith said, drawing back from his throat to look at him. "Why don't you tell me how glad you are to have me pressed against you?"

"You know I'm truly pleased." He set his hand on her backside and pressed her closer. "I'm always pleased to have you close."

"Good boy," Lilith purred, leaning in to kiss him. Then against his lips she whispered, "I left a present on your bed."

"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.

"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?"

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