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Sitting in front of his easel, tapping the end of his paintbrush against the palm of his hand, Lucifer surveyed the small table near him with a look of profound dissatisfaction.
Something was missing.
The table was tastefully laid, reflecting a classically styled still life. There was a bottle of demonus next to a half full glass. A mixed collection of fruit, larger pieces arranged on a pristine white cloth, the cherries overflowing from a wooden bowl.
Something was definitely missing.
Wandering into the study looking confused, Saskia stopped when she saw the table.
"My cherries! I was wondering where they were." Dipping her hand into the bowl she took one.
"Stop that," said Lucifer. "You'll ruin my painting."
Then he paused. He'd realised what was missing.
"Sas, stand still."
Saskia waited, shivering as Lucifer's gentle hands began undoing buttons, removing clothing, unwrapping her like the most precious of parcels. Leading her to the chaise longue he posed her, artfully arranging her limbs before handing her the bowl of cherries.
"Now don't move, you'll need to stay like this for a few hours."
Eyes narrowed she glared from her bowl of cherries to Lucifer's smirk.
"You're a sadistic bastard, Luca!"
"You're my muse, Sas, what can I say?"