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[He arched a brow at her, surprised that was the question she chose to ask.]

Of course.

[An odd conversation to have, perhaps, while he was still cradled between her legs with his semi-hard cock inside her and his wings behind him, but they never did anything by normal means, it seemed. To accommodate her, he shrugged his left wing down towards her, covering her right half as it spread and rested on the bed.]

[She notices that lift of his brow, finding herself explaining without really meaning to.]

You were so quick to make sure I couldn't touch you before. When you still had your scars.

[It's said by way of explanation, because she could picture that slightly wounded and vulnerable look on his face even now. When he held her hand and told her don't. Please. She'd never heard him like that before then. But now he seemed open and willing to being touched, as if being made whole changed matters. Tentatively, she brushed her hand over the top of his wing. It felt different from what she imagined it would feel like, soft but warm, warmer than she'd expected he'd be, his body heat an overwhelming presence around and inside her. Her eyes flickered up to meet his as her hands roamed a little further over him, closer to the inside of his wing.]

The scars... well. Sensitive, I suppose. Especially with you, and now I know why. It felt oddly vulnerable when you did it. I felt vulnerable. Raw.

[He spoke, still watching her face as she touched him. He could feel the pressure as she did, the feathers themselves not being too sensitive beyond the quill, but the pressure tugged at the sheath of them, at where they connected to the wings properly. She ran her fingers over one feather, making it flutter against the quill and he shivered, shifting again and rocking his hips a little in response, feeling that half hard part of him start to flesh out more.]

I just thought they brought up painful memories for you or something. But I guess that's still being vulnerable, just in a different way. I don't know why it's like that. Why I'm able to make you vulnerable.

[Miracle child didn't really explain much, other than the circumstances surrounding her birth. Still, she found herself enthralled with touching him and seeing his reaction. But then she felt him quiver above her for a moment before he stirred, his cock hardening inside of her. It made her gasp a little at the abruptness of it, her body still intensely sensitive from their earlier activities, inner walls gripping at him in reflex while her hand held onto his wing a bit tighter.]

[It was a cycle of movements; she touched him and he reacted and moved and it made her touch him more which he reacted to and moved more. That hold on his wing had the little rock of his hips turning into a harder grind, a hand sliding up her side to cup her breast.]

You're outside of influence. You're not fully 'of this earth' -- or, our Earth, anyway. You're the result of divine intervention. Just as a blade forged in Hell can harm an angel, so can a human given life by Heaven.

[He leaned in then, gave her lips a soft press, just breathing in the taste and scent of her before he drew back.]

Not entirely sure about the whole area thing, though. That's new.

[She tried not to shiver when he ground in against her like that and his palm spread over her breast, but she couldn't help it. A warm, shuddering breath escaped her reddened lips, drawing the bottom one in between her teeth. And yet she found herself curious, wanting to know more of how it'd affect him if she touched the delicate parts of his wing.]

I'm not sure how I feel about that, to be honest. This whole Heaven, Hell, Devil thing? Or being a 'miracle'? That's... kind of a lot to think about. To reconcile, you know? I've always just been a detective from LA.

[He kissed her and she reached her other hand up to touch his face, feeling the gentle scrape of his stubble against her. Carefully, knowing she was playing with fire, her fingers dug into his feathers a bit more, just enough to brush up underneath them.]

We should figure that out. See how far it extends.

I thought you knew. On some level. It's why I was so bloody furious. But your mother didn't have a clue, and neither did you. You are a detective from LA, love. You're also a miracle of Dad's. The two aren't mutually exclusive.

[She dug her grip in harder and he hissed out a breath, eyes shutting for a moment as the sensations rippled through him. His wings had always been sensitive in certain parts, but that was with demons. He'd never had a human lover while he'd had them out. Maybe it was her. Maybe it was because they were newly regained. Maybe it was both. But he felt arousal punch through him like something electric, making him hard and full again, finger and thumb giving her nipple a tweak as he thrust in hard before settling.]

It doesn't matter. None of it does. Not as long as I have you here.

Of course I didn't know. I never knew anything, and especially about something like that. You're my partner, Lucifer. The last thing I want to do is hurt you. Either intentionally or unintentionally.

[The idea of him even mistrusting her for a moment stung, but his hands and lips and wings around her were like a soothing balm, coating her with pleasant words and touches. And then there was that hard part of him sheathed firmly inside of her, their hips colliding when he thrust himself against her and had a heady little moan escaping her. They'd just finished a few minutes ago and he seemed perfectly willing to go again, which also had heat pooling slowly between her legs and where they were joined, her hands shaking a little against his wing.]

Which is why it does matter. We should know. It's important, Lucifer. Knowing how far my influence extends over you.

Your influence...

[He purred it, murmured it against her lips as he opted to focus more on her than on their current conversation. Her touch, her body, the scent and taste of her. Everything she was laid underneath him and making him want to beg for more.]

-- extends entirely over me, love.

[She let out a huff of a laugh, though it was engulfed by the way their bodies moved against each other. Her hand crept up a little further under his feathers, gently stroking the heated and sensitive flesh there. Her other hand rose to match it, fingers spanning over the large expanse of all that white. Perhaps growing a little bolder.]

I'm serious. We need to test it at some point. If not for you, then for my own peace of mind. Please.

Mmm... do that again.

['That' could really have been anything involving her touching him, but he could feel the zinging thrill of her fingers touching the skin under all those feathers and it felt... good.]

[She let out a huff, drawing one hand away from his wing to gently hold his chin in place.]

You're just like the angelic version of a cat. Including your inability or unwillingness to focus on a word I'm saying.

[His answer to her taking her hand away and grabbing his chin was to give her a full body roll of his over hers. An undulation of his back down all the way to his ass grinding down, cock stirring inside her as his wings snapped out as wide as they could get.]

I'm focusing on the important bits.

Ah.

[A hard grunt as he drove himself into her, her mouth opening on a pant. Without meaning to, her legs instantly wrapped around his, the heels of her feet digging into his ass to try and grind him in harder against her, to pull him in deeper. He was doing his best to distract her, and it was working. For now.

Regaining her breath, she gave his shoulder a small shove, no force behind it.]

Such an ass, as always.

I have a lovely ass. As do you.

[He followed up the long stroke of his body with a few smaller, more rapid thrusts that wound up with him resting slowly against her, smiling smugly.]

[She saw that and practically rolled her eyes. Oh, they would come back to that conversation later. For now, she did return that smug smile with one of her own, using the best leverage she knew.]

Shut up and stop teasing me.

[Her hands reached up and practically dove into the feathers at the underside of his wing, buried in the warmth of him there enough for her nails to gently brush over the delicate flesh inside.]

Is it truly a tease if I'm actually in you, love?

[To prove his point, he slid a hand down to her thigh, slipping under it to lever her leg up higher. He stooped down a bit, dropping his shoulder to see if she'd hook her knee over it. Which would, of course, put her foot into the mass and proximity of his wings, but... was that a problem?]

It is when you're going deliberately slow just to try and get me worked up.

[Which worked, for the record, though she wasn't going to give him that. She did take his invitation to hook her leg up over his shoulder, though, her toes brushing up against the softness of his wing and sending a shudder skittering down through her.]

That's called foreplay. A little bit to whet the appetite for the main course...

[She obliged him and his hand slid back down to her ass, gripping it as his knees and toes dug into the bed, his body pressing up against hers fully. Pushing her up as he filled her.]

Is it really foreplay when you're already inside of me?

[Parroted back to him a bit dryly, though it quickly died on her lips when she felt him lift and slide into her. Lucifer would hear her startled gasp, followed by the sight of her expression of open, slack-jawed pleasure.]

It can be...

[He could watch that look of pleasure on her face for eons. It was the surprise of it that caught him, as if she wasn't expecting to enjoy it so much. Oh, he was going to have so much fun seeing how many levels of pleasure he could drag her through.

He kept the next move just as slow and deliberate, relaxing back onto the bed with her before lifting her up again in another slow and hard press.]

[It'd been awhile since she'd had sex. Or so thoroughly enjoyed sex. But there was an easy kind of release when she was with him, it seems, both the physical and the emotional. While most of her time here so far had been spent fretting and stressing and working to find a way home, here he was, wrapping her up in arms and wings and giving her that space to fall apart and be put back together again.

Which was what it felt like when he pressed into her so slowly, only to repeat the motion a second time. Her inner walls gripped around his cock with that wet sound of flesh meeting flesh, her toes curling hard as they nudged against his feathers with each inward stroke.]

[She moved so perfectly with him. Looked so lovely as she gave herself into that pleasure that suited her so well. He couldn't do anything but keep giving it to her, keep pushing her further to see just how far she could go. He kept repeating that motion, a slow press into her that lifted her up, his wings wafting slowly over them as he did. Still... he wanted something.]

Touch me.

[She began to reach for him before he even fully got the request out; and while one might expect her to touch the majestic display of divinity that was his wings hovering around them, she chose his face. Her fingers brushed softly over his jaw before resting against his cheeks, stroking them almost reverently and with tender affection before lifting her head to kiss him.]

[He'd expected her to go for the wings, especially as she'd been so drawn to them. But the face... well. That was oddly more intimate. More her. He felt her fingers on him, saw the way she gazed at him before she was lifting up and he was leaning down to meet her. His mouth was on hers, his hand squeezing her ass again as he kept that rocking press in a slow pace. Slower now, just to draw the moment out more.]

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