You breathe out softly looking up from your book which you hadn’t been reading since about 15 minutes ago. You close it softly and stand leaving it to balance on the arm of the worn couch. Your legs are a little sore from being tucked under you for so long but luckily they don’t pop as you move toward the figure at the window. Lucifer was standing there, had been standing there for a while now, as he tended to do often just looking. You were never sure what he was looking at and when asked he would smile softly and shake his head replying “Nothing, nothing at all.”
A light frost covers the double-paned glass and a slight chill reaches you as you approach but it doesn’t stop you from wrapping arms around Lucifer’s waist and pressing your face into his back just above his shoulder blade. He doesn’t move when you do just breathes letting the tenseness bleed from his shoulders. You can’t help but smile. Lucifer always smelled like the air just before a storm breaks, pure and cool with a hint of electricity and you loved it. Long fingers cover your own “Why are you here (Y/N)?” It’s not a question you were expecting but an answer is ready on your lips “Because anywhere else would be boring.”
He sighs and turns to face you “Really, all jokes aside (Y/N) why do you always stay?” pale blue eyes lock onto yours and you can’t look away even if you wanted too. You start to reply but realize you didn’t have an answer not really so you do the only thing you can think of that comes remotely close to a reply, you press your lips to his softly only pulling back when you absolutely have to because you need to breathe. His hand comes up to your cheek cool and comforting where his thumb strokes over the delicate bones. “That wasn’t an answer.” He tells you tilting his head to the right. “I guess it’s because I love you.” You tell him and there an infinite sadness in his eyes that you wish you could make disappear and you bring your lips together again.
“I love you too (Y/N). I haven’t loved anyone in a long, long time but I do and its only you.” It’s the first time he’d told you he loves you and you slide your hands up to pull him with you back to the couch straddling his thighs and kissing him one last time before curling up against his side. “Lucifer?”
“Just you.” His arms tightens around you
“It’s always been you.”