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Today was an uneventful day.
Contrary to popular belief, the House of Lamentations did have some off days, if you could call them that. They were just... rare. Extremely rare.
Well, you did have to try to wrestle Beel away from the fridge. And stop Solomon from 'helping' the angels cook. And calm Luke down because somebody called him the dog name that started with a C. And... scratch that, today was quite possibly at most, ordinary at a minimum level.
And yet, you treasured these moments a great deal; after all most of the time you were either giving therapy to god's problem children or caught up in both godly and devildom magical, supernatural drama.
So, to be just lying on the bed, having a slow day with Mammon? That was basically a dream come true.
Mammon was reading a comic book on his bed, pillow propped behind his back and humming a little tune as he leisurely scrolled through the pages.
You sat up on the bed with a yawn. You were bored. Sleepy. You needed something to do. Trying to count pink sheep to fall asleep didn't work so not knowing what to do, you dragged yourself towards Mammon.
You moved his hands so you can rest your head on his lap, then tried to cover your eyes and face with the jacket he was wearing; the lights were a little too bright in this part of the room.
However, it was short and you failed miserably and in the process, saw Mammon's concentrated look as he was reading the comic book.
A hint of pink was dusted on his cheeks - goodness, this man knew you liked him and he liked you but still blushed like a teenager with a crush. How fricking damn loveable.
You smiled at his reaction and flapped the two sides of the open jacket, meddling and playing with them like they were a toy.
" . . . "
You let out a content sigh at the cozy silence.
"What are you doing?" Mammon asked in a teasing lilt.
Though your face was covered by the jacket, you could hear the grin in his voice.
You heard him put his book on the bed, to his side.
You said nothing, just continued flapping the jacket with a happy smile, like you were a bat and they were your wings.
"Yer weird, ya know?" Mammon said, gently tracing the smile lines on your cheek with one hand.
This is nice, you thought to yourself.
"It's like a tent. For your face. Head," you said, tugging the lapels of the jacket close to show him your 'weird' logic.
Mammon shook his head with a chuckle, picking the comic book from the page he left off and continuing to read.
You jabbed a finger onto his side.
Poke.
Poke. Poke.
Poke. Poke. Poke.
Poke. Poke. Poke. Poke.
"Ehe."
Mammon's smile fell once he realized you both heard the sound that escaped from him.
Oh boy. Uh oh.
With a menacing smile growing on your face, you positively tackled him to the bed.
Before Mammon could choke out a protest, you grinned at him, delighted giggles bubbling up from your lips as you tickled his sides. The maroon sheets under you both rustled with the demon's frantic movements to escape from you.
"AHAHAHAHAH- TREASURE, NO- STOP TICKLE-"
You did not stop.
"No, no, no, wait- "
Laughter.
"Stop!"
More laughter.
Mammon, still writhering on the bed like a worm trying to swim, tried to tackle you and probably, tickle you too.
"Eek."
He didn't succeed but fell from his bed onto the wooden floor with a thud.
"Aaah!"
"Oh my- "
Initial shock turned to worry as you rushed to his side.
"ARE YOU OK?"
"Got you!" Mammon said, impish smile growing, wrapping you in his arms and tickling your sides.
"Oh, please, no- "
You were now giggling uncontrollably.
"Hey! Hey, no, wait- "
"Nope."
You tried to escape but your efforts were in vain. You were guffawing, flailing your arms desperately like some odd creature, struggling miserably, until...
Until... you had an idea.
You kissed Mammon.
The hands that were tickling your sides rested on your waist as Mammon leaned into the kiss.
At first you were giggling. Then you relaxed, both of you melting into the embrace.
"Hmmm." Mammon sighed out once you parted, "That's not going to work."
"It already did," you said cheekily.
And just like that, you turned to leave.
Mammon gaped at you. His face turned pink, perhaps from the boldness you just displayed.
"You can't just do that and leave!"
You, like the mature adult you are, stuck your tongue out.
"Watch me."
"You know what?" Brows furrowed and deep in thought, Mammon stared at the floor, as if debating himself.
When he saw you walking away, he snapped out of it and caught up to you.
"Oh, no, no, no, no, no. You do not," Mammon huffed, standing beside you with folded arms.
"What?" you asked innocently.
"Where are you going? "
Your response was a shrug and nonchalant hum.
"You can't just leave!"
"Why not?"
"Cause- "
Creases in your eyes from the smug smile, you took this as an opportunity to plant a kiss on his lips again, leaving him breathless when you were done.
Mammon blinked owlishly. He was still trying to realize what just happened, mouth still slightly agape slightly from disbelief.
You just smiled, waved your hand with a 'Bye!' like he usually did and turned to leave.
Mammon let out something between a groan and a whine. With a gentle yank of your hand, you were back in his arms again, him pressing your lips together a little forcefully in mild frustration, then breaking the kiss but instantly pressing your lips back together, the gestures so soft, so gentle but leaving you breathless nonetheless.
Mammon stroked your cheek before you parted from another kiss and as he cupped your face he spoke softly, blue eyes starstruck and golden, "You can't leave now."
"I thought you wanted to finish the comics?" You asked, giving him an amused look and tilting your head in the direction the book laid.
After a mischievous shake of his head and a chuckle, Mammon leaned in close to you and whispered softly, "This is better."
And with that reply, he connected your lips once more, silencing your smug laughter with his sweet kiss.