I always pictured Luci burning cold would come really handy on a hot summers day.
Lucifer stared quizzically at the hunter—clad only in a pair of boxers, that lay half sprawled across his chest. It was only a few moments ago that the devil had been lying by himself on the bed—just because he didn't need to sleep, didn't mean he couldn't enjoy it's comfort every now and then, and then suddenly he wasn't alone anymore, and there was a body—a very sweaty body, on top of him.
"What're you lookin' at?" green eyes opened slowly, and Dean shifted his head slightly, so he could stare back at the (fallen) angel.
"You..."
Dean sighed, and let his eyes slip back shut. "I can see that…I meant why?"
The devil tilted his head slightly, still not taking his gaze away from the slightly smaller male. "I'm trying to figure out what you're doing."
"What does it look like I'm doing?"
"Cuddling..." An amused smile tugged at the corners of his lips when he saw the way the hunter's cheeks flushed with embarrassment at the word, and he continued "But I can't figure out why."
"Whaddaya mean you can't figure out why? You're my…" Dean paused, before mumbling something that sounded like "borfren"—Lucifer assumed it was meant to be 'boyfriend', and was momentarily amused at how the hunter still refused to say the word, even when the two were in private."There doesn't need to be a reason…"
"Yes, but I remember you saying that humans didn't like physical contact when it's hot...Which, according to you, today is."
"We don't...usually...but you…" the smaller male shifted his body slightly, so that more of his upper torso was pressed against the angels. "You know…"
Lucifer raised an eyebrow warily, "I what?"
"Burn cold..." the hunter mumbled, and added in a slightly quieter tone of voice "and, it feels nice…"
The angel thought for a moment, brows furrowing slightly. After a moment he stared down at the Winchester, mouth agape in a somewhat insulted manner, before he half-heartedly tried to pry the hunter off of him. "Dean…I am not your personal air-conditioner."
Dean simply smirked, and clung tighter. "Says you."