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[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.]

[She touched him and he followed her lead, slowing his pace down as he accepted her kiss. She liked the passion and energy of their earlier activities, but this suited her just as well. It built up that longing and burning pleasure inside of her little by little, mounting itself until it threatened to overwhelm her. It made her seek out more of him, had her arms drifting around his shoulders until she felt the softness of his feathers. Her palms splayed over them, tightening around his wing on each slow inward thrust.]

[Her lips on his muffled the pleased exclamation that left him at the touch to those still-sensitive appendages. They flexed under her grip, never drawing far enough away that she couldn't follow. He still pressed himself in fully, still rocked her body upward with each stroke, but it was at an almost achingly slow pace just then. Slow, sweet, and infinitely more intimate in an odd way.]

[He was so close. Not just with the obvious press and slide of his body against and inside her, nor the way his wings hovered so intently above them, but in how close he watched her. She watched him back, struck with how undone and yet at ease he looked then as they rocked together. It was slow, and gentle, and not at all like the fevered and frenzied sex fantasies her dreams concocted for her. And yet it seemed almost more of what she was looking for, what she wanted from him.]

What does it feel like? Me touching your wings.

Later...

[Ask him later, Chloe, when he could form words that weren't mostly sound and grunts and gasps from the feel of her wound around him from below. He moved them, moved those white feathery appendages to rest along the bed on either side of her, caging her in a softly glowing cave of divinity with him looming over her, rocking into her with that maddening, steady pace.]

[A hush fell over her as she settled back into that quiet intimacy that'd built up around them. As she lay encased in his wings, that brilliant glow of Heaven casting soft shadows over his face, her hands carefully caressed him everywhere she could reach as he moved above her. Through his feathers, up the arms that held her, across his neck and jaw. So slow and sweet like she was memorizing every part of him.]

[He'd fallen over that peak once already, yet he was quickly finding himself close to topping it again. Her hands, that soft look of wonder, her body welcoming his in a way that still surprised him, it was all just a medley of things that were stoking his need for her.

Another soft groan, his hand moving to slide up, palm pressed between her breasts over her chest to feel her heart beating.]

[A soft little moan as he touched her, one hand following his she clasped gently at him, just feeling him there and encouraging that exploration. He'd probably be able to feel the steady thrum of her heartbeat against his palm with how hard it pounded in her chest, all that movement because of him. Because of the intensity of this moment and the heat building inside of her.]

[It beat like a trapped butterfly under his hand, that vital part of her hitting the cage of her ribs like it wanted to break free. He empathized with it, hand sliding upward, up to her throat, thumb tracing up along to her chin before he moved his fingers around to the back of her neck. He braced her there, leaning in and closing his mouth over hers, tongue invading her mouth with an unspoken claim. 'Mine'.]

[Such a simple motion, his hand sliding up her chest to around and behind her neck. And yet it, along with the way his body pressed in so tightly, lit her nerves with an intensity and depth she'd never experienced before. Her back arched as he flexed against her, as his cock slid in and out of her and he claimed her mouth with his. Enough to leave her breathless and aching so badly the sound that escaped her was almost a sob.]

[There it was. There was something from her that had his cock throbbing inside her. He pressed in again, the slick glide of their combined fluids sounding obscene in the best of ways as his body slapped into hers with intent.]

Fall for me, love. Fall so prettily over that edge...

[She tried to hold on longer. Tried to grasp that thread that held her so precariously from falling over that edge before the pleasure mounted into something unbearable and shattered, spreading up and out even as his cock pulsed and throbbed inside of her. Her toes curled and every part of her quivered with her release, hands catching in all that white as her voice broke on a moan and her sensitive walls clenched wetly around his length.]

[She broke and he reveled in that image, knowing it would be burned into his mind forever. Whatever might happen, however long he had with her, he'd have this. He couldn't think much past that as her body squeezed his, demanding he join her as she came. How could he do anything but oblige her? Holding her head, wings coming up to reach the ceiling before slamming down onto the bed, knocking off the basket he'd had on one end table washing a cooling wind over both of them as he came. Again, he emptied himself into her, broken little gasps leaving him as he nibbled and licked at her lips, saying sweet words that were, unfortunately, in a variety of languages other than English.]

[He was truly a sight to behold. And while he may remember this moment forever, so would she. The way his face looked when he came, the feel of him around her and emptying himself inside her, the sight and sound of his wings beating heavily against the bed. And then that symphony of foreign noises filling her ears; while Chloe did not know any other language besides her own, she could practically feel the aching gentleness there, felt the shape of his affection like it was a tangible thing.

Her arms sought him out, holding him to her and stroking over his back in encouraging, soothing circles as he climbed down from that high.]

[With a slithering, rustling sound of feathers on feathers, there was another soft gust of air before those wings slid back into that void inside him, that in-between space he could have them and hide them in. He was made whole again, and he never felt that more clearly than he had in that moment with her under him, him still inside her, softening, and her hands touching him as if she still couldn't get enough of him.

Another soft kiss to her lips, her chin, her nose, then he drew up to look down at her, a hand moving to slide her hair out of her face, comb it out onto the pillow under her head as he smiled down at her.]

I knew it would be good. I always knew that. I just... underestimated how good.

[She heard those sounds and tilted her head to watch his wings disappear into some negative space, hands drifting over the spot between his shoulder blades as if she could still touch them. But then she was distracted by more important matters, such as the gentle lift of her hair out of her face and the way he kissed her. She felt his body rest against hers, feeling that warmth and sated feeling of him softening inside of her so acutely she couldn't help but bask in it for a moment.

He spoke, then, and it's such a Lucifer thing for him to say, though it's tempered by something a little quieter, perhaps a little more awed. And suddenly the weight of what they've done together hits her, a small, almost shy smile rising to her lips. Like they just got away with something.]

You saying I surpassed your expectations?

Yes.

[Still smiling, he continued to finger-comb her hair out onto the pillow, following the strands down to the bed before sliding his hand back up to do it all over again.]

I'm also saying that I think I understand now how one might not be able to get someone out of their system after something so... well.

[Her eyes fluttered closed as he pet her hair, body relaxing under his as she gently stroked a hand over his back.]

After something so what?

Intimate. In a way I hadn't had before.

[Oh, certainly he'd been close with others; men and women wound around him or he them. But there were, he was finding out, varying levels of closeness. Of intimacy. Of sensation and feelings and emotions that deepened something as simple as a kiss.]

Special just because it's you, love.

[She remembered all those men and women lined up in and outside of the station. How they all called him a good time but didn't consider him to be anything else. As she curled around him a little tighter, she couldn't help but find that a bit sad, though her heart couldn't help but skip a bit at being referred to as special.]

I still find that hard to believe. Being alive for so long, and you've never...?

[She trails off, not really knowing how to finish that sentence.]

Never... what?

[No, sorry, Chloe. He wasn't entirely certain where you were going with this.]

[He certainly wasn't making this easy on her, was he? She paused, as if thinking of how to word this.]

Been in a relationship. That wasn't entirely based on sex.

Well... mm. There's Maze, but I don't think that's what you're implying.

[Smiling down at her, he finally moved, shifting his body so he could draw out of her, sliding to the side to prop himself up on his elbow so he could keep looking at her.]

Never been in a 'relationship', love. Never wanted to be. Humans are fun and interesting and I love to play with them, but they've never been more than just... there.

Until you.

You make us sound like some kind of pet.

[It's said a bit dryly, but she's not too bothered altogether. For the Devil, he sure seemed to have an affinity for humans in general, though perhaps not a very high opinion in terms of overall status in comparison to him.

She sighed gratefully when he gave her some more space, certain parts of her still sensitive from earlier.]

Well... as someone who has experienced them before, I can tell you you've been missing out on a different kind of fun.

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