Andy shrugged into a soft black silk robe as Lucifer got out of his silk shirt.

She remembered something. "Hey, Sherrie wants a nude photo of you, do you mind if we send her a few?"

He perked up. "Oh, definitely! What are we going for? Artistic or full monty?"

"Anything that'll make her drop her phone. How about a profile in front of your piano?"

"Might as well keep the theme for tonight and stay mostly tasteful. I don't get why humans think hinting at beauty is sexier than just seeing everything, but it's what they seem to like." He shucked off the shirt and hung it over a chair.

"We all want what we can't have. Much more than when it's within reach."

"Well, I'm within reach of nearly everyone, and I'm pretty well wanted." He stepped out of his trousers and socks, hanging them with the shirt. He'd make a fine nude artist model.

Andy unlocked her phone and took a few candids. Sherrie might like them more than a posed shot, actually. "Obviously you're wealthy. Isn't there something you want you can't have?"

Lucifer hooked his thumbs into his boxers and paused. He seemed to almost physically discard a glib answer. "For Dad to stop interfering in my life would be nice, but that doesn't seem like it's going to end any time soon. I have this friend who I thought I had a close relationship with, but it turns out He was behind all that too."

Andy looked up from the camera app. "Your dad?"

"The All-Father?" he waved vaguely and slid off the black silk boxers. "How's this over here?" He sat on the piano bench, hands clasped 'artistically' over his groin.

"Oh, she is going to lose her shit. Do you want to see?"

"Quite all right, I have loads of others if she wants a selection."

Andy was getting used to this raising of eyebrows at his comments thing. "And, sent. And turned off. I really don't want to hear this thing buzzing for the rest of the night." She returned the phone to the clutch. "Your dad sounds like a pain in the ass."

He nodded earnestly. "Oh goodness, yes. I'm surprised so many humans still worship him."

He really wasn't going to give that up, was he? Well, he wasn't wrong, if 80% of the bible was anything to go by on 'his dad's' asshole factor.

"So, no pointed tail, huh?"

Lucifer sighed dramatically. "How many times-? No, no tail, no horns, no hooves, no claws."

"No great leathery wings?"

"Wings, yes, leathery no. I did start out an angel. Of the Arch variety. And I used to be able to call up my "Hell" visage but it's not working lately. Quite frustrating. So, how do you want me?"

"Let's start face down. Flapping around all day must give your back a workout."

"Oh, right, Well, I don't actually fly very much, actually try not to use them at all. I should warn you they might unfurl of their own accord. The things pop out at the darndest times. Luckily, it's only happened when the human in question was inclined to believe they were part of a costume or 'cosplay'. I have to look that up at some point."

Andy oiled up her hands "It's basically the same thing - purists will say they're totally different, but it's really just making or getting an outfit to look like someone." she rubbed her hands together, warming them. "Really though, the 'Devil" options range far and wide. Hey, does God have a great white fluffy beard?"

He got comfortable on the table. "...I suppose if He wanted to."

His back was unsurprisingly free of either wings or extra bones. She started where he started, leaning straight over his head and got her fingers into the base of his skull at the hairline. "This part is the stuff I already know how to do pretty well. I haven't had a lot of practice with legs or extremities. Or wings."

"Your fingers are lovely. I don't suppose you want to give yourself a little more freedom to move about?"

The periodic rolling of the eyes continues. "I'm good. Maybe later." Andy ran her thumbs down his neck and spine. "Are my hands cold?"

"They'll warm up soon."

He was pretty hot under her hands to begin with. She spread her fingers, sweeping his back and letting his natural body temperature warm her to her wrists before really digging in. He had a very nice build. "Do you do yoga? I'm not finding a lot of knots, mostly tension."

He vibrated a little in a chuckle. "No, I get other kinds of exercise."

"Not that, silly. You look like you take care of yourself. Most my friends have knots in particular places like lower back or neck. You're just tense and tight."

Lucifer hummed under her fingertips. Being able to touch, and help, people in a professional setting was almost enough to make her take this path as a trade. "Call it stress, I suppose?"

She dug into him in companionable silence for several minutes, imitating his large and small circles, remembering some of her tricks along the way-the ones she didn't get to pull out very often. She had to lean far over his head to get to his lower back then walked her fingertips up to his neck To her delight, he shivered pleasantly. "I am so stealing that."

"Hey, apparently I can teach the Devil a few things too."

He chuckled warmly. "I don't get to do this part very often. I hate to admit it, but this is turning into a nice variation on my usual night activities. Not that I'm canceling the scheduled orgy this weekend, mind you."

"You have to plan them? Aren't orgies supposed to spontaneously break out, with college girls battling each other with feather pillows?"

"Well, see, first you have to get the college girls, boys and whomever all in one place, And then you have to make sure the bi and gay ones know not to bother the straight ones. It helps to have a variety of protective barriers scattered around in accessible containers. I keep multi-colored wristbands they can grab on the bar to use as types-of-desired-sex indicators. And then there's the party favors that have to be ordered ahead of time. Oh! Does Sherrie do orgies?"

Andy snorted. "I.. actually don't know."

"Find out, I have a few slots open."

You have all these women up here-"

"And men."

"And slash or men, and they don't do massages for you?"

"My.. as Chloe calls it 'superpower' of inflaming desires usually takes the straight up carnal route. No pun intended. It's rather fun for me too."

She got down to his right hand and paused.

"Intertwine your fingers with mine, your little finger on the outside, yes, pull up, opening my palm as far as you can, Mmmmmmm, yes, now press hard with your thumbs, large circles, offset."

She bit her lip and hit a good rhythm, smiling to herself when his whole frame relaxed into the table top. He really did have a great looking body. Andy had a small pang of regret that she couldn't get turned on by him, but it was a feeling she was familiar with by now. The upside to all this is she was having a great night and heck, she was providing him something his numerous lovers either couldn't or wouldn't.

The added upside of him not grabbing her was cake too. She wondered if he was a hugger.

Inch by inch, Lucifers muscles and knots smoothed out and let go under her touch. She didn't have the upper body strength, or height, to do the arm-pull thing, but he talked her through bending the knee back to get a quad stretch, and giving what she felt was a darn good foot rub in exchange for earlier. She put his tips to use and let her work in silence on his other foot.

She finished on his arches then ran just her bare fingertips with absolutely no pressure up his back, starting from his toes. He hadn't made any noises in several minutes and she frowned. She poked his shoulder very lightly,

He was sleeping.