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You looked up at the alert going off on your D.D.D. The alarm you had set earlier was now going off and you swiped it up to stop it as you got up from the couch in the common room. You took the long walk to Lucifer’s office and gently knocked.
You weren’t entirely sure why he had made you set the alarms on your phone for every 30 minutes, but you had gone every time it went off to see him. Each time you opened the door, Lucifer would look up from the piles of papers and documents scattered all over his desk at you, give a slight smile and nod, and then stand up and walk around.
It didn’t take long for you to realize that you were kind of his signal for a break. He would sometimes ask how everything was going in the rest of the House of Lamentation, and amazingly things had been calm. When you told him that everyone had left, you could even see a brief moment of relief on his face before he resumed his usual stoic expression.
The last time you went up, Lucifer continued to work even as you knocked and entered, but he did ask for a cup of tea while he kept working. You went back to the kitchen and diligently brewed it and brought it back to him, his repayment a grateful smile.
You couldn’t help but wonder what he was doing or why he had designated you as his alarm, but it wasn't that big of a deal. It was nice to have him rely on you, even if it was something trivial like this. You were aware of Lucifer’s workaholic tendencies and guessed that he might not trust himself to take his breaks when he was supposed to.
As you opened the door this time and made your way down the stairs, you were surprised to find Lucifer sprawled on one of the soft red chairs in front of his desk, the table pulled up next to him and papers scattered on his stomach down to the floor. The lamp on his desk was off, but the table lamp was still on. You entered tentatively, unsure if he was awake or not.
As you inched closer to him, you saw that he was apparently asleep. A quill somehow dangled from his fingers as his arm was draped over his forehead, his black shirt was somewhat unbuttoned and his red tie loosened. His neck and collarbone were exposed as his head was leaned far back, his chest rising and falling with his slow breaths.
You brought your hand to your mouth, amused and somewhat touched by this relaxed, slightly undone image of Lucifer in front of you.
You guessed he was trying to get more comfortable to finish this marathon of paperwork but the comfort got the best of him and he dozed off.
You were as delicate as possible as you began gathering the strewn papers from off of Lucifer and the floor and oh-so-carefully plucked the quill from his gloved fingers. You silently turned out the lamp, then carried everything back to his desk and quietly set out to straightening stacks of papers. It didn’t take long to make everything look tidy–Lucifer had somehow managed to keep his desk pretty neat amid the work–and you carefully returned to see if Lucifer was still asleep.
Surely enough, he was, still in the same position you found him in. You let out a small, breathy laugh through your nose and tilted your head to the side as you found yourself admiring Lucifer.
Even asleep and a little disheveled, he was radiant. The dim light from the starry Devildom sky filtered in through the uncovered window behind his desk and the blues and purples made the atmosphere in Lucifer’s room even more calm.
You found yourself gazing at Lucifer’s neck and the bit of his chest exposed by his undone shirt and tie. A deep, yearning breath built up in your chest and throat and you did your best to quietly exhale as you continued to watch him.
His face was peaceful–more peaceful than you could recall seeing him in a long time. His mouth hung slightly open and his eyes seemed to be gratefully shut, his body eager for rest.
You noticed the tea on the table next to him, apparently untouched and you couldn’t help but smile. Too engrossed in his work to drink something, but aware enough to bring it with him to his new spot.
Your eyes wandered once again to his unbuttoned shirt and they began tracing the smooth lines of his neck and jaw. Butterflies rumbled in your stomach as yet another yearning breath billowed up in your lungs.
You couldn’t tear yourself away from the sight. His skin, pale and smooth, almost sparkling in the window’s starlight. His dark hair, soft and shiny. His slow, rhythmic breaths passing from his open lips. His relaxed body, somehow artistic in his repose. It was no wonder he was called the Morning Star of the Celestial Realm.
You allowed your eyes to stay transfixed on his exposed chest, welcoming the hypnosis you appeared to be falling under.
You weren’t sure how long you had been admiring him when you heard his deep voice shake you from your trance.
“It’s quite the sight, isn’t it?” His low, deep voice hummed, making your cheeks burn and your body jump. You looked to see Lucifer’s closed eyes now somewhat open, his eyelids still heavy. “Me, relaxed?”
His black-and-red eyes looked into yours and a satisfied smile played across his lips. He stayed reclined on the couch, his arm still lazily resting on his forehead.
The burn in your cheeks continued to smolder as you now wondered how long he had been awake, or if he had been awake the whole time.
“I…came to check on you after the alarm went off…I moved your papers and your pen back to your desk,” you offered in response, trying not to embarrassedly choke on your words.
“Thank you,” he responded with a sigh. He moved his arm from his forehead to brush the hair out of his face and looked back at you.
It was a curious look in his eyes–no anger or malice, but something much, much softer.
You waited for him to continue speaking. You weren’t sure if you were supposed to leave like you had before with the other alarms, but once again, the yearning breath filled your chest.
You didn't want to leave this time.
“I suppose this is as good a time as any to stop for tonight,” Lucifer said with another long exhale. He stretched out his writing hand and clenched his fist a few times. He let out a small grunt as he slowly opened his hand.
A bold feeling welled up in your arms.
You moved to kneel down by Lucifer and firmly, but carefully pulled his hand into yours. He looked a bit surprised as his hand was taken and let out a sound that was a bit like a disbelieving laugh.
Your cheeks burned up again as you gently began pulling his black glove off, revealing his porcelain-like hands and red nails. You glanced at him expectantly and motioned for his other hand to be placed in yours.
Lucifer smirked and obliged, adjusting his position slightly to face you and put his other gloved hand in your grasp. You gently pulled the other glove off and you slowly traced your fingers across his knuckles.
His large hands were very warm, almost uncomfortably so.
“Your hands feel nice and cool…” Lucifer murmured, now starting to trace his fingers in your palms. “Refreshing…”
You found yourself being pulled in closer to Lucifer’s face and swallowed a gasp. A black-grayish lock of hair swept over his eye as he kept his gaze fixed on you.
“Maybe you’ve caught on as to why I asked you to be my timekeeper?” His voice was low and quiet, but clear.
You couldn’t find any words to respond with as Lucifer’s fingers were now intertwining with yours, his other hand gently brushing against your cheek with the knuckle of his pointer finger.
“You trust me…” you responded quietly, not wanting to assume Lucifer’s reasoning.
A low laugh escaped his lips as he pulled you closer still.
“Of course. But I did have another reason.”
Your heart was starting to pound hard in your chest, the look in Lucifer’s eyes starting to smolder.
“I wanted to see you…but I knew that if I kept you much closer, I would never get anything done,” he continued in a low voice.
The pounding in your chest was now in your ears and was traveling to your fingertips. You instinctively squeezed Lucifer’s hand in yours, trying to bridle the feeling. Your cheeks continued to burn as it felt like you were losing control of your body.
“Am I right in assuming you feel the same way?” Lucifer asked, a knowing smile on his face.
Of course he was. But most of the time it seemed like Lucifer was unattainable–that bright, unreachable morning star. You were happy enough when you could feel like you were some assistance to him, but you hardly expected more. Especially so suddenly.
But now…he was within your reach.
Your eyes wandered back to his exposed collarbone and chest but you snapped them back up to his, embarrassed that’s where you chose to go.
But Lucifer saw. He knew.
A sort of smug smile spread on his lips and he began to sit up.
“Quite the sight, isn’t it…?” he echoed from earlier, pulling both your hands to his chest, directing your fingers to the buttons of his vest.
You thanked yourself for kneeling, sure that your knees would have buckled had you been standing.
“Would you like to help me finish for tonight?” Lucifer asked in a way that you knew was more of a command, though you were more than happy to oblige.
You threw a glance at the door, a quiet worry that you might be interrupted by a nosy brother. Lucifer’s finger turned your face back toward him and you could feel your insides melt as he smiled in his smug way. A dusting of pink began to color his cheeks.
“No one will bother us,” he assured, his voice husky.
You nodded weakly remembering that everyone else was gone.
You now began trying to undo the buttons of his vest. It easily fell open, and Lucifer slipped it off, letting it fall behind him on the chair. He swiftly pulled his tie off and let it fall to the floor and you reached for the buttons of his shirt.
He took your hands and lowered them, moving to undo his buttons himself.
“You’ve done plenty…allow me to do this for you,” Lucifer said coyly.
You responded with a breathy chuckle and watched as Lucifer revealed the rest of his chest with every undone button.
Like his neck and hands, his chest was a glistening porcelain in the starry darklight. Amazingly broad and defined, more and more of his torso and chest was exposed as he finished the row of buttons and gently pulled his shirt off around his shoulders. It fell down around him as he pulled his arms from the sleeves.
His arms and shoulders were incredibly muscular, and you wondered if he knew just how distracting he would be if he didn't dress the way he did.
“Quite the sight…” you couldn't help but whisper with a smile.
A louder, deep laugh escaped Lucifer's lips and he took your hand in his again.
“Shall we?” He whispered, cradling your cheek in his other hand and drawing his face closer to yours.
You nodded with a smile and Lucifer pressed his lips to yours. His lips were soft and warm, and you could feel him smile as he barely pulled back from you. He traced his lips across your cheek, near your ear.
“You know…I enjoy a warm shower after a day of paperwork,” he murmured. His warm breath tickled your ear and sent goosebumps all over your body.
“Perhaps you would like to join me?”
A warm rushing feeling roared in your stomach as Lucifer stood up and took your hand in his again. He gently pulled, prompting you to get to your feet.
The starlight shone on his bare back, and for a second you thought you could see the four brilliant, black wings of his demon form.
You affirmatively squeezed Lucifer’s hand and he gave an approving laugh before pulling you alongside him. Butterflies raging in your stomach, you made your way up the stairs and out of his office with him.