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Lucifer was starting to regret his decision to stick you with Mammon.
At the time it seemed wonderful, mainly because Mammon had wanted nothing to do with the human. Any chance to stick him with what he would consider a chore always seemed like the right choice.
However, as he looked up to see you both walk into breakfast, 9 minutes late he might add, his concerns were solidified on your state of dress.
You had started off your time here pristine; jacket always buttoned, tie always tight on your collar, shirts still ironed from when they were fitted for you. After more time with the avatar of Greed though, your appearance at breakfast had gotten more disheveled.
You walked in with an easy smile on your face, and Lucifer didn't know how you could smile with your hair in your face, an unbuttoned jacket revealing your tie hanging off an undone collar, and mid thigh stockings rolling down to your knees, the soft skin of your legs out for all to see.
Mammon, with an arm slung lazily on your shoulder, was no better; but he hadn’t cared as much about keeping his brothers pristine. Lucifer reasoned with himself that there were just bigger battles to pick regarding his kin, but you had no excuse to look so… tousled.
The eldest waited until you and Mammon were nearly at your seats before clearing his throat. The two looked up, smiles faltering guiltily. Lucifer rose from his seat, narrowing his gaze at you specifically. “Come with me for a moment, if you would.” he could hear the soft gulp from you and a relieved sigh from Mammon over the sound of Lucifer’s chair scraping against the floor.
He led you to a room aside from the dining hall, far enough away the others couldn’t hear. Not that it mattered if they heard; he shouldn’t be the only student council member (aside from Asmodeus, of course) that cared about appearance. He could feel your nerves radiating off of you as you followed behind, a meekness in your steps that wasn’t there when you had waltzed in with his brother. He tried not thinking too hard about how he liked having that effect on you.
As you both entered the side room, he closed the door behind you and turned to meet your nervous glance with a level stare.
“Don’t look so petrified, you’re not in big trouble,” he started with, seeing your tense posture ease, your shoulders pushing back revealing more of your clavicles with the undo of your collar. He gulped before continuing, the motion unnoticed by you. “You do, however, seem to need a reminder on the dress code.” Your eyes left his to look down at your state, as if you had not looked in a mirror yet and weren’t aware of yourself.
You let out a soft laugh. “Sorry, I got a little… distracted this morning,” the color rising to your cheeks made a bubble of irritation and other emotions he wouldn't allow himself to name rise in his gut, and he spoke before thinking. “Well, you are reflecting the human world through your actions, and looking so disheveled might leave the others thinking all humans don’t care for their appearance.”
You recoiled just slightly at his tone, but the small movement made him regret his wording. Wordlessly, you reached for the buttons of your shirt, hands leading Lucifer’s eyes straight to the skin of the top of your chest. Oh. He looked for a distraction to save face and your dignity, landing on the undone laces of your shoes.
“Oh for heaven’s sake-” he started, taking a knee before thinking of it and reaching for the strings of your shoes. He dismissed the startled gasp that came from your lips above him, focusing on tying your shoes to give you time to button your collar. As he finished, he realized that maybe a second of forethought might have been necessary, as he raised his head at eye level with the hem of your skirt and half rolled thigh highs. The small startled breath he let out should’ve gone unnoticed, but it hit your inner thighs and the sensation along the sensitive skin let Lucifer witness the shudder that took over your body.
With as much control he could muster at the moment, he rose from the floor, but not before grabbing the end of your rolled socks in each hand and bringing them to the appropriate place snug against your thighs as he stood. When he met your eyes again, they were blown wide above reddened cheeks and parted lips. Without a word he brought his gloved hands to your undone tie, looping it around itself and pushing it tight along your now-buttoned collar. Still avoiding your piercing gaze, he let his hands slide along your throat and into your disarrayed hair, smoothing down the bedhead along your head.
He could feel the way his own cheeks had taken on a tinge of color (not close to rivaling your spreading blush) but spoke as if he were still unbothered by the tenseness in the air.
“Let’s try to keep ourselves more kept in the mornings, despite any distractions it might hold,” he drawled in a low voice, feeling wrong if he spoke any louder. Your gulp was visible and even with all the self control he had, a gloved thumb still came to slide along your jaw, pressing on your chin before abruptly turning to leave.
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Satan watched with interest as you and his oldest brother walk out the glorified closet, returning to your seats as if nothing had happened. Mammon all but threw himself at your frazzled self, leading you back to breakfast with a scowl thrown at Lucifer, who seemed unaware that despite his proud posture there was a definite flush to his cheeks.
Asmodeus, ever the subtle, leaned to Satan’s ear with a stage whisper. “Usually when two people go into a closet and come out that flushed, they should be less dressed, no?” A few snickers came from the table, a growl from Mammon, and the stern glare that came from the avatar of pride left all brothers ducking back to their meals.
You, however, couldn’t help the small smile that made its way to your lips, and were too busy fiddling with your tie to see it returned on Lucifer.
Maybe he didn’t regret Mammon’s influence as much as he should have.