Samifer fluff for Zombikki:
Human AU where Lucifer used to be a firefighter and Sam is probably a lawyer or something. :3 Because trying to shove fluff into some canon moment is too much thinking for me and I specialize in dumb AUs I hope you don't mind (I know some people don't like AU stuff)
"C'mere, Sam." Lucifer held one arm out. His jacket pulled slightly away from his wrist, and the ring on his finger glinted. Sam glanced over at him, frowning. Lucifer's mouth turned up in a soft, but mocking, smile. He beckoned with one crooked finger.
Sam sighed but obliged. He rolled his eyes and slid onto the couch beside Lucifer, and leaned against the other man. Lucifer's arm wrapped around his waist and he turned his head to press a kiss into Sam's hair. Sam let his eyes drift closed. He ignored the cold tap of Lucifer's wedding ring on his arm—it was for show, so people would neither assume him to be a "poor ugly loner," but also so strangers wouldn't hit on him.
Of course, no one really thought he was ugly.
Lucifer was just self-conscious about the burn scars across his forehead and cheeks and knuckles. Sam secretly thought they made Lucifer who he was, and perhaps they weren't pretty but they didn't make him as hideous as he seemed to think.
Sam said nothing, though. Just squirmed to lean more comfortably against the ex-fireman's side. He twined their fingers together—marveled at the fact that though their hands almost matched perfectly in size, Lucifer's fingers had much rougher skin and were stouter than Sam's own. Interesting how people varied.
Lucifer kissed his forehead. "If you think any harder I'll be able to hear you." His lips wandered down to Sam's cheek. "Stop focusing so much."
With a small huff of laughter, Sam stilled his thoughts as best he could, and leaned his head on Lucifer's shoulder, glancing to the TV where a documentary on birds played with low volume.
Lucifer hummed his approval.
They sat together listening to David Attenborough describe bower birds until Sam fell asleep, half on Lucifer's lap. Lucifer turned the television off. He slid down to lay comfortably (ish) with his head propped against the arm of the couch and Sam curled against him. The couch wasn't quite wide enough for them both to recline like that, but it worked. He closed his eyes and stroked Sam's hair—still rather disbelieving that Sam would tolerate someone such as himself—until the world dimmed around him and faded away into sleep.
He dreamed of picnics in the sun.