flameandpassion | 79 [Voice]

[Lucifer smiles and winks at her, and gives her the sandwich. But he also leans in to nibble (for once not roughly) along the side of her neck.]

Eat it...

You sure you're talking about the sandwich, honey?

[She laces her fingers into his hair and holds his mouth against her neck. That sandwich? Totally getting set down on the counter. She really thinks she can get out of this.]

You can't keep up with me like this.

[He stops kissing her, but stays close, letting her hold him, letting his lips brush against her skin as he speaks. It's rare enough that he pays this much attention to anyone; rarer still that he seems to enjoy it.]

How urgent is this 'emergency'? Because if you don't eat now, I could spend a few hours working up your appetite.

[Nope. No, she can't. Really, she's banking on his superiority complex. If she's not leading the ordeal, it's only like running half a marathon. She swallows hard and runs her free hand from between his collarbones and slowly down his chest.]

What emergency?

[Lucifer smiles slowly; his own hand runs slowly up her body, feeling every bony contour, actually using a touch of angel mojo for once to make her really feel. If she's too weak to go at this for long, he'll at least have her hypersensitive and screaming before she passes out.]

Then name a room. And eat a grape.

[With the way he was making her feel? She probably would have stuffed a handful of grapes into her mouth. As it was, she popped one onto her tongue, then wrapped her legs around his waist.]

Living room coffee table.

[Because if she's going to pass out someway, it better be like that.]

[He flies them there--so one moment, the kitchen counter, the next he has her laid out on the coffee table. He also brought the grapes, which he presses into her hand.]

Another.

[While you do that he's just going to start undoing your clothes, Jinx.]

[It takes her a good, long time to actually chew and swallow the thing. When he tells her to eat another, she's barely done with the first. Removing her clothing is a good incentive, though. Eventually, she slips another one of the things into her mouth and arches her back against his hands.

Loving this attention? Oh, she's a glutton for it.]

You shouldn't tell a girl what to do with her body, you know.

I should when she's trying to starve it.

[As long as she's eating, he lavishes attention on her, and it's not the rough abuse they usually throw back and forth at each other. It's been several months...time enough to show her the tongue trick, right?]

[This is different, but it feels so nice. The attention, the nearly affectionate touches. She purrs so loudly it should be embarrassing.]

Didn't know you cared.

[Really. Let her know you do, Lucifer. It keeps her from breaking up with you this week.]

If you thought I didn't, you would have left. [Ohoho Lucifer, taking things for granted.]

Are you sure you're up to the coffee table? It seems like you're just asking for awkward bruises.

[Her purr doesn't stop completely, but she glares, grabs a grape out of the bowl, then bounces it off Lucifer's forehead. Only because he's right.]

I'd choose bruises over rug burn. Besides, are you really gonna argue with what you like? [Or they could just, you know, go at it in the bed for once. But that's ridiculous.]

I'm going to make you eat every one of those grapes before we do anything. [Because how dare you.]

What? [That actually comes as a surprise to her. She was trying to be cute, but no. Lucifer's just a dick.

She sits up and looks at him like he's brain damaged.] I've already eaten, like, a handful. [Because two grapes is totally a handful.] No.

[He gives her a wicked little smirk--was he playing? maybe? probably not but close enough--and wiggles his fingers]

Then eat five more.

[She groans and rolls her eyes like he just asked a 5-year-old to eat a plate of broccoli.]

Maybe I'd actually eat if you made it more romantic every once in a while.

[He almost laughs. He has her half-undressed on their coffee table, and that was the only way he could get her to eat two. Romantic? A dinner at the post-apocalyptic steak house? Or maybe chocolate covered strawberries while she freezes to death in the unheated bathtub?]

I'll make Gabriel pick you flowers. Eat.

[At least Gabriel would pick her flowers.]

I don't even like these, Lucem! They're too sweet.

Shhh. [Kissing her again to keep her from protesting]

Everything will taste too strong right now. It's what happens when you decide to live off of water and air for a few months.

[She growls, pushes him away, then moves to get off the table.]

[And he pushes her back down--there's the usual rough treatment--and looks at her as though he can't quite decide what to do with her.]

I want you to eat. I want you to be able to keep up with me. And I don't want you to harm yourself. You wanted me to notice, and I did. You wanted me to care that you were doing it, and I do, Jinx.

[His tone is unbelievably soft, honest; the tone that convinced 1/3 of the Host to follow him to Hell.]

[And Jinx is part of that 1/3. When he pushed her down, she was about to throw a hex at him. When he follows up with those words in that tone, though...well, let's just say Jinx lets her tongue do the talking. Have your girlfriend practically jumping your bones, Lucifer.]

[He picks her up (all maybe-eighty-pounds of her) to hold her against the wall as he kisses her back.]

[Unless he says something stupid, we all know where this is going. She's already ripping at his clothes.]

[For now, he's not saying a word. He's going to wear her the fuck out, and then he's going to make her eat and sleep, and he is going to go harass Castiel while she naps.]

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