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Lucifer was not a morning person, that much you knew. But this was just outrageous.
Three preset alarms and five kicks later, he was still sleeping serenely next to you, as if he was in another world altogether. His hair was sprayed out on the pillow, lips slightly parted by the way his cheek was squished. You would've drowned in this sight forever if not for the phone on his side of the pillow ringing again, the sound piercing both your ears and your patience.
He laid unbothered. You shoved the blanket off of you and reached across him to press the snooze button for the nth time this morning before falling back onto the soft mattress.
"Are you up yet?"
You were only met with a hum.
To be fair, it was a weekend, but he was to have a short meeting with Diavolo before he could have the day to himself. He shouldn't have this much trouble waking up. After all, he was a demon with restraint. Maybe he'd come to bed late last night. He'd seemed pretty absorbed in work when you'd checked on him.
You huffed. For someone as well-rounded as him, you'd expect him to be able to take care of himself. Then again, it was supposed to be your job.
The blanket shifted. Instead of actually getting up, he sneaked his arm around your middle and inched closer until his chin was atop your head. As if on instinct, you turned towards his torso and buried your face in his shirt, feeling his chest heave with every breath he took. He was always warmer than you. Paired with the heavy blanket that seemed to have been created with the sole purpose of keeping you in bed, you found your mind sinking further back into sleep…
The truth was. you weren't a morning person either.
The alarm exploded. This time, your eyes shot right open. Pulling your head back, you shook your demon by the shoulder. "Alright, that's enough sleeping,"
No response. You used the same hand to squish his cheek and received a silent frown.
"You're going to be late if you don't wake up." You warned.
That seemed to do the trick. Slowly but surely, Lucifer blinked the drowsiness away until they focused on you.
"Morning," he said, with a hint of rasp in his voice.
"Morning to you too, sleepyhead. I take it that you had a great sleep?"
He nodded, a yawn slipping past his lips. "You were in my dreams last night. You should've let me stay there."
"Are you saying that you prefer the dream version to the real deal?"
Instead of answering, he leaned down and gave you a brief kiss, then threw the blanket to the end of the bed and got up as if he hadn't been avoiding it for the past thirty minutes.
"Hey, you didn't answer me!" You rolled onto your feet and watched as he entered the bathroom. He poked his head out, gave you a lopsided grin, and closed the door.
"Jerk," you murmured under your breath before shuffling across the room to the couch. It's warm inside the room, courtesy of the fireplace. The only thing lacking was the sun. You gazed out over the dark sky, and wondered how Lucifer would react to a blazing orb glaring at him every morning. Perhaps it would work better than the hundred alarms he'd set.
Your eyes drifted to the skeleton posing in the corner and squinted. The position itself was already a mystery, and the fact that Lucifer never gave you a precise answer only added to the suspense. There were a few theories running in your head, and you indulged in them until an arm wrapped around you, followed by a kiss on the base of your neck.
Lucifer was already well-dressed, except for the tie hanging loosely around his shoulders. You moved onto your knees so you were at eye-level, and started tying an easy knot. Your eyes were on the tie while he was looking at you. Neither of you spoke, but the silence was tranquil. It was just another morning, and you were just carrying out your routine, but the calmness of the moment suddenly struck you, and had you wanting to stay in it forever.
As if reading your thoughts– like it was a language that he'd come to master– Lucifer enveloped you into a hug. You fit into his arms like a puzzle piece.
"I wish you didn't have to work today." you said into the fabric of his shirt, and his chest rumbled with a chuckle.
"Only for a short while, my love, and then my whole afternoon is reserved for you. Let's go to Madam Scream's. You mentioned it yesterday, no?"
You made a sound of affirmation. You had, in fact, expressed wanting to visit the bakery, but it was only in passing. It hadn't even been intended for him to hear. You and Beel had been craving some dessert after dinner, and the image of pastries stayed inside your head until you'd fallen asleep. That Lucifer heard and even remembered it warmed your heart.
"I'll come pick you up after the meeting, then we'll go together."
You remembered his brothers commenting on how he'd become soft after meeting you, and it was exactly instants like these that proved it to be true. He loved you the first thing in the morning, when his mind was still clouded and hazy. His hands reached for you before he even realized what he was doing. He made even the most reluctant mornings something to look forward to. And there would never be enough mornings like this to hold close to your heart.
Lucifer, as complicated as he was, loved quite simply.
He stirred. "Did you doze off on me, love?"
Shaking your head, you pulled away from him with all your might, a smile gracing your lips. You wished that it was enough to convey what you were feeling, and by the way brightness entered his eyes, you knew it was
Time was merciless. He turned to the clock before walking over to put on his overcoat. The amount of time he spent lingering in bed meant that he'd have to rush things a little. You held your arms above your head and stretched your sleepy muscles before heading to get cleaned up.
"I'll be off," you were already a step into the bathroom when he called out.
"Okay, see you."
You picked up the toothbrush and frowned. There was no sound of the door opening, or closing, for that matter. Sticking your head out, you noticed Lucifer still standing there, a slight frown on his brows.
"Is something the matter?" You asked.
He answered matter-of-factly, "You forgot something"
It took you a few seconds of brain static before it struck you. You'd made it a habit to give him a kiss for luck whenever he had to leave for work. He'd never shown much care for it, so you just assumed that he wouldn't mind missing a day or two.
That was apparently not the case. To think that he had been paying mind to the tiny gestures you gave him…
"Haven't you had enough kisses already?" You crooked a brow.
His face almost hardened at that, and you'd tease him for it were you not trying to preserve the purity of the moment. Toothbrush still in hand, you walked over and met his lips for a split second. Just enough to leave him craving for more. A satisfied smile found its way to his face, and he turned the doorknob.
You waited until the door shut behind him to let out a sigh. The room was silent all over again, but your heart was content. There was no better way to start off a day, after all.