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You're probably going to whether I want you to or not.

[Quipped back at the mention of guessing her underwear color, because really now. In a moment of intimacy or not, Lucifer and his Lucifer-ness often just came with the territory.

She shifted her hips when he drew closer, letting out a pleased hum at the feel of his stubble there.]

If you say granny-panty white, I will end you.

I've been through your drawers before. Besides, I doubt they have granny panties here. I should hope not. But if I had to guess...

[He nosed her skirt up a little higher. Not high enough to show anything -- yet, but enough that he could flick his tongue out over her upper inner thigh with a happy little sigh.]

Red. To match the dress.

Uh huh. And when, exactly, did you go through my drawers? Because I don't believe we've had that talk.

[Oh, he's certainly crept into her house before while she was in the shower, but she could just picture him rummaging through her things with the excitement of an overgrown five-year old.

She'd tug her skirt up herself if she weren't currently sitting on it. As it was, she was resigned to this little game of his, watching him nose his way closer and closer to where she wanted him to be. Which he would discover certainly did involve a matched red, though she wasn't telling him that now.]

That your final guess?

From you, it's either black or red, but I like the notion of red. Your own little devilish charm, mm?

[Nosing a little higher, his eyes on her, he couldn't see what he brushed his nose against, but he could feel it. He could scent her, that sweet musk that had his mouth watering as he let out a little groan.]

Yes. Red. Shall I peek?

Yes.

[It's meant to be a huff of exasperation more than the shaky little sigh it was, but she didn't care. All that mattered was his mouth on her rising ever higher and the concept of just tugging him in by the hair.

So she compromised, giving his scalp a firm little pull, her foot nudging at that spot between his shoulder blades as she let it rest against him more heavily.]

[His hands came up along her thighs, fingers moving that skirt higher up. It caught a little as she was sitting on it, but he was more determined than the fabric and with a little tug, it slid further up under her ass and he could see that pretty red covering her, smiling up at her before he pressed a kiss over her mound.

That kiss flamed that simmering need, making him kiss her again, lower. Then lower still. Then where he knew that dip in the fabric was over her labia as he buried his face in against her, his hands at her hips to lift her up to let him.]

[She didn't know if he was just relishing in what he was doing or trying to tease her, but either way, it worked. Her fingers had long delved into his hair as she felt him explore her, kiss her, work her up while he lifted her hips to get closer even with that strip of fabric between them. Her breaths were coming out in quiet pants as need curled hot and heavy in her belly and between her legs.

And still she watched him through half-lidded eyes, her hair pooling around her shoulders as she kept him close and waited.]

[There was one small moment where he closed his eyes; where he just let his sense of taste, touch, and smell fuel him as he teased his tongue over dampening fabric. Then he had them open with a lazy heaviness, dark brown pinning her in place as he ground his mouth in against her, hands sliding down to her ass to cup her and lever her up more comfortably.]

[A soft huff of surprise escaped her at the sudden movement, her legs automatically tightening around his head and shoulders as her arms splayed out to grip the rose-petal covered bedsheets. And all the while, her eyes were stuck on his; on the heavy way he gazed at her, knelt down before her as if at some form of altar. Her hips shifted in his grasp, trying to grind down more against the pressure of his mouth.]

[As he ate at her, his hands crept a little further up, just enough to grab the edge of her panties and start to tug them down. This was lovely, yes, but he wanted the full deal. He could taste her through the satin, but it wasn't enough. He wanted to lose himself in her, feel how wet she was, how wet she could get. With a soft growl, he drew back and started tugging her underwear down, realizing he'd have to lean back further still to get them over the entirety of her legs -- that were currently wrapped around his shoulders.]

If you don't like these, I'll happily get rid of them without you having to move.

[It took her a moment to realize that he'd spoken to her, as if she were listening to his voice call to her from underwater. But when she did, she shook her head, carefully sitting up while using her elbows as a crutch. Carefully, and with more than a little regret, she unlocked her legs from around him so he'd be able to adjust her.]

No way. I still need to walk out of here later, and I'm prefer it if my underwear wasn't lying in tatters on the floor.

[The smile he shot her was pure wickedness, his hands drawing that small scrap of fabric down as she lowered her legs until he could pull them off her feet and toss it behind him.]

I could carry you. Though, perhaps that's more temptation than I can handle; knowing you'd be walking around without anything on underneath this lovely dress...

That's a chance I'm not willing to take. Especially if a particularly strong gust of wind hit me the wrong way...

[She snorted and settled back into her previous position, head pressed back against the bed as her legs eased back over his shoulders, even as a shiver fell down her spine at the sudden rush of air against the bared part of her.]

[His answer was a deep chuckle as he slid his hands back up her legs, around her thighs to cup her ass again so he could lift her. And because she was watching and he wanted her to see him, he stayed back where he was, looking down at her naked crotch and seeing evidence of her own arousal as well as his efforts, smiling before he leaned in to drag his tongue over her in one long sweep.]

Delicious.

[A shudder rolled down her body at the sight of him nestled between her thighs. At the way he waited for her to look at him before he moved, holding her in place as he tasted her. Lucifer would be able to feel her legs trembling in his grasp, a quiet little cry escaping her even as her expression changed to one of amusement at that comment.]

You are way, way too proud of yourself right now.

Can you blame me?

[Another long sweep of his tongue, the tip circling around her clit before he gave that nub a kiss, lifting his mouth to look up at her.]

Look at you. You're... magnificent. I'd be more of a fool than I can usually be if I didn't appreciate this bounty, mm?

Someone's self-aware tonight.

[It's said affectionately, without any heat or barb behind it, one of her hands drifting up over her thigh as if intending to reach for him. She was already wet, the hot spark of pleasure igniting within her at each teasing press of his tongue.]

You're a pretty incredible sight yourself, especially from this angle.

And I've still got my pants on...

[A smirk, one she had to see in his eyes as he closed his lips around her folds, tongue parting them, slipping into her with an ease as that slickness glided over his tongue. He hummed his enjoyment, hands sliding upward to push her dress up further, baring her stomach for him to touch.]

[The moan that slipped from her lips was louder this time, the only other sound present in the quiet of this big room. She could feel him and each little movement his tongue made, over and up and inside her in a facsimile of a different kind of fullness he could give her.

His hand delved over her thighs and across her stomach as he pushed her dress up. She reached for him, fingers clasping gently around him as she just held him there. As if doing so could help her feel more of him.]

[He ate at her like he did everything; with gusto and an appetite for more. She licked at her, sucked at that sweetness that filled his mouth and had him achingly hard, had a wet spot dabbing the front of his trousers as he slid a hand further up, teasing just under the edge of her bra.]

[Her eyes opened and she cast them downwards, slowly parting her legs some so she could watch him going down on her. And what an incredible sight he was, eating her out as if he were a starved man, listening to the way her slickness sounded against him as he lapped at her before delving his tongue inside of her again. Her toes curled whenever he circled it around her clit, little shocks of heat and pleasure making her cry out.

It'd been so long since she last had this. It made her want to be selfish, had her guiding his hand teasing along the underside of her bra underneath the wire so he could feel her more.]

[It was all the permission he needed, hand lifting the cup of her bra so he could hold her breast entirely. It fit just against the palm of his hand. Perfect. He could feel the nub of her breast against him, his hand moving so he could tweak at it with his fingers even as he flicked his tongue rapidly over her clit, watching her with the look of someone on the thin edge of control.]

Lucifer...

[Her voice wavered over his name, her tongue darting out to wet her lips as he drowned her in sensation. His mouth, his tongue, his hands on her breast, his eyes watching her with an intensity she'd never seen from him before. It all made her try and lift her hips towards him even further, wanting, needing more of that friction, not noticing how on edge he was himself.]

[He was drowning in her, her taste, her smell, the feel of her under him. His thoughts of what she'd be like paled so much in the face of the reality of it. Of her. Both hands were up now, her dress rucked up past her chest as he lifted her bra up over her breasts, baring more of her to him and giving him the additional sight of her as well as the feel, taste, and smell. The growl he made against her was visceral, a shudder wracking through him as he fought that need to claim her completely.]

[The image of him right now would probably be seared in her memory forever. His eyes, his mouth, his hands, the sound of that growl vibrating through her and making her entire body tremble around him as she rocked her hips over his face. She wanted, needed to come, but she needed him more. Wanted more than the straining press of his hands against her breasts and the heat of his mouth against her core.

She lifted his hands away from her breasts, propping herself up as best she could to demand more of him in panting breaths.]

Come here.

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