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“Hey, hey,” you feel someone shake you ever so lightly, opening your eyes it was still dark, a figure leaning down in front of you.
“M-mammon?” you said in a sleepy voice as you rubbed one of your eyes. “Scooch over, will ya?” he said in whisper.
“Why?” your eyes still half close, surely it was still in the middle of the night, you thought. He gazed to the side as he flicked his nose, “W-well it’s unusually cold tonight and.. and I’m here to warm ya up! I can’t have ya freezing to death Lucifer will never let me hear the end of it, so scooch over,” he said in a loud whisper.
Sleep still in mind you didn’t bother to argue, moving over to give him some space. You felt the cold breeze come in as he slid beside you under the sheets.
“You should be honored! The Great Mammon’s warming ya up!” he said, voice still low as he faced you.
"Whatever, Mammon. Just keep me warm," you said as you snuggled closer to his chest, drowsing back to sleep.
"Oi-" he stopped as he felt your warm breathe against his chest, a contented sigh left his lips as he embraced you, pulling you more closer.
Because truth be told, Mammon had a nightmare. A nightmare that you left and forget about him. A nightmare that he knows soon will become a reality.
So for tonight, even if it's just tonight, he wants to be completely greedy about you. He wants to feel you against him, he wants to inhale your scent and surround him with it, he wants to hold you close and just be greedy about everything about you. Your touch, your smell, your warmth, he wants everything.
"Stupid human," he muttered as he kissed the top of you head, knowing he's the only one who'd remember this. Something he would keep for himself and himself alone.