Hello, Lucifans and Deckerstars! How epically awesome is the new season?! The writers are so good! Loved the shout-out to the fanbase! I know it's still early, but I'm hoping for a season 4! My Deckerstar is slowly getting back on track so I'm excited about that! Anyway, enjoy this short one-shot, inspired by a story entitled "A Matter of Trust" on AO3 and as usual, reviews are welcome, and flames can either deal with my Asanashia or Mazikeen!
I stared up at the ceiling in the darkened bedroom of the penthouse. Memories of the steamy and passionate night before came flooding to the forefront of my mind. Sleeping with Lucifer was a rash decision. The most careless one I have ever made in my entire adult life. It was impulsive, yes, but it was the most beautiful experiences I've ever had. He was gentle, loving and caring, putting my needs before his. It has been a long time since I felt this cherished, even when I was married to Dan. I didn't want to cross the line, but like the lovesick fool that I am, I crossed it and never looked back.
"Leave him now before it's too late," My mind suddenly said. "He's only going to break your heart." My mind went on. "Men like Lucifer aren't interested in a relationship. They only want one thing, and once they get it, they will move on to the next beautiful woman or handsome man and leave you behind to pick up the pieces." It finished.
How can I? I thought, barely listening to a word my mind was saying. I love him. Even if he doesn't feel the same way, I will still have feelings for him. I guess the saying is true. Love is indeed blind, and I just do not care. It's true that when I first met Lucifer Morningstar, I immediately disliked him much like how Elizabeth Bennett felt about Mr. Darcy. He was immature, short-fused and does whatever he wants without a care for the consequences. Though after getting to know him and work with him on cases, I know that Lucifer is a good man with a big heart. He has had many people grace his bed; I am well aware. Despite that, I want nothing more than to stay by his side for the rest of my life, but my insecurities keep gnawing away at me. He says that he cares deeply for me, though will he still do so if I were to tell him my feelings?
Sighing, I decided to listen to my mind's advice and end things with Lucifer before this becomes something more. I want to preserve our partnership and friendship as much as I can. Besides, he would never want to be in a relationship with someone like me anyway. I thought bitterly, willing the tears back. He can have any woman or man he wants. Ones that are tall, leggy, beautiful or handsome, not short, lanky and average. I could feel my heart breaking as I gently pried his arm off of me and carefully slid off the bed without making a sound. Putting my clothes back on, I padded over to the door and picked up my shoes. Taking one last longing glance at him sound asleep on the king-sized bed, I made my way out of his penthouse. As the elevator doors started to close, I whispered, "Be happy Lucifer. I will always love you."
End.