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The dull crash of waves floated into the room from a cracked balcony door, intermingling with the droning white noise of an air conditioner working overtime. Even as he slowly drifted to consciousness -stretching one leg as far as it would go underneath a light blanket, Lucifer kept his eyes closed, relishing in the uncannily soft feel of sheets that were not his own. If he had somehow been deposited in heaven as he slept, it wouldn't have come as a surprise.
Rolling over to face the sounds of the ocean, he cracked an eye open to reveal a familiar radio star sitting on the balcony, a lopsided smile settling on his lips at the way the morning sun danced on small antlers buried in the sinner’s red hair. God, he was beautiful, staring out at the roaring waves in a fittingly red bathrobe, normally immaculate hair slightly frizzy from the humidity.
How the radio demon had ended up sharing a room- and by extension a bed, with the king of hell was a situation Lucifer himself was still attempting to wrap his head around, though he wasn't particularly complaining if this was what he was going to wake up to every day.
A contented sigh escaped Lucifer, the demon he was unabashedly staring at's posture shifting just a hair as his ears swiveled towards the sound.
Reaching a hand up to rub at his eyes, Lucifer lazily shifted again, propping himself up and letting the sheet slip off him.
“Morn’n Alastor”
“I was wondering when you were going to say something instead of staring like a fool.”
Lucifer grumbled a poorly thought out response- noise that quickly died on his lips as Alastor rose from his seat and stepped into the room, carrying a half full mug of coffee.
“what'sda time'?”
Lucifer held out a hand as Alastor passed by him, making a grabbing motion towards the mug.
“Late enough sire. Why, I imagine your daughter has already gotten down to the beach by now.”
The demon obliged, his ever present grin widening into something half-genuine as Lucifer took a sip and grimaced- he had forgotten how bitter Alastor liked his coffee.
“Shit, we should probably get down there quickly then.”
The demon turned his head back towards the angel to quirk an eyebrow at him, giving him a quick up and down that would have seemed almost disinterested- if not for the way something buried in those burning eyes softened- beloathed as he would be to refer to any part of Alastor that way, at the messy, sleep-touched appearance of the king of hell. When his staring became more than momentarily noticeable, Lucifer raised his own eyebrow in kind- a challenge that neither of them would be befit to answer anytime soon.
Tragically.
Breaking the exchange to busy himself at the small kitchenette, Alastor called over his shoulder;
“Do try to be ready quickly, some of us hold the value of punctuality.”
Huffing at the idea of getting out of bed instead of Alastor joining him in it, Lucifer swung his legs over the side farthest from him and abandoned the lukewarm coffee on their bedside table. Quickly stretching his arms above his head, he crossed to the bathroom, delighting in the just barely there view of one of the demon’s shoulders in the mirror’s reflection- even as the angel assessed and undid the curlers in his hair.
Neither of them seemed quite sure of how they ended up like this, let alone how to define their relationship, what with the heavy fluctuations in Alastor’s attraction- though, “A particular fondness, despite my better judgment.”, as he had described it- seemed a more than apt description for both of them, really. Lucifer himself didn’t quite mind the demon’s particularities, so long as he got to be here, close with another in a way he had found lacking for many years of his endless existence now.
Turning on his heel as he finished, he hovered behind the demon, giving him a second of anticipation before wrapping his arms around the other’s stomach. Even with the air blasting and the doors open, Alastor’s body temperature remained uncannily high- a perfect personal heater.
The radio demon barely reacted to the affection, the static that filled the space around him staying at an even drone- one of the more easily readable things that Lucifer utilized to understand the moods of his admittedly temperamental lover, though such a thing would drive the demon mad if he was aware of just how much of his internal feelings it gave away.
Lucifer took the opportunity of the demon's complacency to slide one hand up to the other’s arm and dig his face into the nape of a neck that somehow smelled of something heady and rotting, despite the best efforts of a prevailing ocean breeze.
Even as Alastor leaned into the small kisses Lucifer had began to plant on his person, he growled, frequency sputtering in annoyance. “You’re going to make us late.”
Lucifer dug his face further into the demon's neck, nipping at thin skin and murmuring “You’ll love me anyways. Everything'll be fine.”
A scoff rung in the angel’s ear as he abandoned the other’s neck, leaving him to his breakfast and instead turning his attention on their suitcase, exchanging his duck patterned pajama pants and thick pink sweater for shorts and a loose shirt- also featuring a duck print.
Spinning around again and returning to the bathroom to brush his teeth, he caught movement out of the corner of his eye a second before a velvety nose tickled the top of his head, lips skimming over perfectly coiffed hair. Stilling, he flicked eyes up to a not-so innocent Alastor standing beside him, very interested in the sink between them. Lucifer felt a lopsided grin settle on his face at the lingering presence of the demon's hand on the small of his back.
"What was that about us being late?"
Alastor didn't even grace him with a response, instead opting to trace a path up the angel's spine as he reached over and flicked his other hand under the running water.
"Do tell me this isn't what you're wearing out, sire."
Ignoring the tingling sensation left in the wake of Alastor's claw, Lucifer rolled his eyes, giving Alastor a once over in the mirror.
"Forgive me for not wanting to die from heatstroke."
"Oh, is the sun made of angelic steel now? Why didn't anyone tell me?"
Sensing that this was going nowhere except further contributing to their lateness, Lucifer pulled himself away from Alastor's touch rather reluctantly, giving him one last openly appreciative glance- if only to piss him off- before heading back into the bedroom.
"I'm officially more ready than you, get dressed Bambi."
He particularly enjoyed the screech of static that emitted from his partner at the term of endearment.
"Fuck you"
"Oh yeah, because Charlie and Vaggie won't hear that from two doors down."
The temperature in the room dropped yet a few degrees lower as Alastor's shadow stretched across the floor, elongated and writhing as it stopped at Lucifer's feet. The demon himself appeared a moment later, his face inches from the fallen angel.
"I doubt I'd be in be the one in particular danger of disturbing others."
Rolling his eyes, Lucifer made to put distance between him and the demon, only for his calf to hit the back of the bed. Taking the opportunity, Alastor pressed forward, reaching a clawed hand out to grip the bottom of Lucifer’s jaw, forcing his head up at an angle that accentuated just how much taller the sinner was.
Feeling heat claw up his chest and manifest itself on his face, Lucifer crossed his arms and glared at the radio demon, painfully aware of the golden dusting of blush that was currently painting his face. Alastor wasn't normally this forthcoming, but he was well aware of how to push the angel's buttons. Reaching his clawed hands to grip at the lapels of the per-usual suit Alastor had now donned, Lucifer pulled him closer, letting himself linger in the intoxicating scent of the demon for a split second before shoving him away lightly, though not before dropping his voice to a lazy drawl and whispering against the demon's tufted ear; "We can test that theory later, if you’re interested"
Alastor opened his mouth to protest, and was rewarded with a facefull of garish Hawaiian shirt.
“That should be long enough to fit you, though I really hope you have shorts somewhere in the shit you brought.”
A spray of feedback emanated from the sinner as he pulled the fabric off his antlers, revealing a murderous smile aimed squarely at Lucifer. Holding the shirt as far from his person as possible, he examined the hibiscus patterned garment with a distasteful expression.
“You owe me.”
“For saving you from the murderous sun?”
The demon death-stared Lucifer for two more seconds before stalking into the bathroom, emerging a moment later in properly beach-appropriate clothing.
Meeting him in the hallway, Lucifer pressed a light kiss to Alastor’s cheek, pulling back to give the him a once over.
“You look good in that, for what it’s worth.”
He paused, searching for words.
“Don’t worry, you’re still suuuuuuuuper scary.”
Alastor didn’t answer, a slight hitch in static the only betrayal of his discomfort. Undeterred, Lucifer allowed the demon to sweep past him, contentedly letting his gaze skim the other’s figure before catching on a tuft of red fur from Alastor’s poorly concealed tail. The angel sauntered forward, letting one of his hands skim down the sinner's back, deft fingers tucking the offending fur into the waistband of the demon’s shorts as he took the tote Alastor had been holding.
“You’re not clever.”
"Annnddd it looks like we’re ready! Let's go!"
Patting his pockets to ensure he had his phone, Lucifer swept out the door, relief cooling the still shouldering remains in his chest as it clicked shut behind the both of them.
"You do have your room card, yes?"
"Fuuuuuuck."
With a sigh, Alastor pulled out his own and let Lucifer back into the room.