I wasn`t planning on updating today, I wasn`t even halfway done the chapter, but then my mom brought me an ice cappuccino and I drank it... so now I`m really hyper and I need to keep myself busy XD and thus I finished the chapter early.

WARNING: There`s smut (sex) in this chapter :P which means you should either be super duper excited, or not really care at all. I`ll give you guys a heads up when we get there.

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Quinn

Thank you, thank you, thank you... god. Thank you for this second chance. I know Ella clearly is still pissed, but at least I have a chance at winning her back over. I just couldn`t live with the guilt inside me, I needed her forgiveness, and now I have a shot at getting it.

As if on cue, Ella walked into the kitchen where I was currently making a peanut butter sandwich. It was pretty late at night, but personally I loved midnight snacks, especially since they provided comfort and I seriously needed comfort right now.

"Want one?" I offered, gesturing at my sandwich and flashing a friendly smile.

"No." she replied calmly, her hands reaching into the cupboard and pulling out a jar of Nutella. Holy Shit. I have known Ella for practically my whole life, and if there`s one thing I know about her, it`s that she always eats Nutella when she`s super angry. It`s her spin on comfort food. Was she angry because of me? Well of course. I wish this was much easier, I wish a few words would be all it took to convey my feelings: I`m sorry Ella.

Ella

I walked back into my old room with a single jar of Nutella and a spoon in my hands. It was difficult seeing Quinn; there was so much I wanted to say but couldn`t. All I really wanted was this to be over. I wanted Michael gone, I wanted to get away from the Winchesters and Quinn, and do what exactly? Well I don`t even know. But once this is all over, I really just want to feel settled. I could finish decorating Nicks house, maybe even get a job for fun, and perhaps Lucifer will stay by me.

It`s not like I could go back to my dimension, well I suppose I could; but I don`t want too. I couldn`t leave all this behind. And I never will.

All things considered, it was pretty difficult to fall asleep, so instead I avoided the bed altogether. Earlier I had dragged a dozen books from the bunkers library into my room so I`d have something to keep myself busy with. I was currently on the third one; it`s pretty long. As soon as I stepped into the room, I dropped on the floor and opened up the book, uncapping my Nutella and pulling out a spoonful of chocolate. Diligently, I licked the spoon, slowly cleaning it.

Right then Lucifer popped up beside me, he had left earlier; promising to be back in a few minutes. It had been five hours.

"Hey!" he said cheerfully as I jumped up in surprise, accidently whacking myself in the face with the spoon "Oh... you`ve got a little... er something on your face..."

"Where the hell have you been?" I asked right away, using my hand to wipe away the chocolate, but missing.

"Had to get this." he pulled out Gabriels blade, and for a moment my mind was swarmed with memories of me stabbing him.

"Why do you have that thing..." I muttered, the dread clear in my voice.

"It`s for you." he replied coyly, handing me the blade.

"Why are you giving it to me...?" I blinked down at it, the light blade felt like a thousand pounds in my hand.

"Just in case." his voice wavered for a moment "It can kill Michael... so if he ever tries anything, at least you`re not a helpless damsel."

"Well aren`t you thoughtful..." I nervously placed the blade to the side then noticed how unsettled he looked "Is everything okay?"

"Here I am again..." he sighed "Plotting my own brothers death. I don`t want to do this, I really don`t even want to think about killing him, I do still... care. It`s just difficult that`s all."

"The devil still cares about the brother he betrayed." I noted "That`s so human."

"Ironic." he scoffed.

"I know right." I replied, feeling slightly light hearted before returning my attention to the Nutella that was somewhere on my face "Where is it?" I once again tried to rub it off, but my hand only touched skin "Could you just get it off?"

"Hold still." he ordered and I did as he rubbed the Nutella off my cheek "There`s still a little... everywhere. What is this anyways?" he glanced down at his fingers.

"Nutella." I answered matter-of-factly "It`s basically chocolate spread, it`s supposed to be sweet."

He raised an eyebrow and licked his fingers, his expression perking up a little. I expected him to look sick again, as if he was going to throw up, but instead he just gazed at the chocolate on his fingers as if it was a long lost love.

"You okay?" I asked awkwardly as he licked his fingers clean.

"This. Is. Incredible." his voice sounded awe-struck.

"Dismiss the waffles but adore the Nutella? Why not." I scoffed "Anyways, is there still any on my face?"

"Actually yeah." he smirked a little before suddenly leaning towards me, his hand holding my face in place as he licked the remaining Nutella off my cheeks. At first I felt embarrassed but slowly I began to relax, feeling kind of amused at how much he was falling for the spread. I figured he must have finished because he stopped licking. Instead he lifted me up and I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist, my hands entangling in his hair and pulling him into a kiss.

(It`s going to get mature now)

He bit down roughly on my lower lip, forcing my mouth open as he deepened the kiss: I could taste the Nutella. Our tongue war didn`t last long, he easily won and continued to explore my mouth while pushing me down onto the bed. While he got comfortable on top of me, I continued the kiss, my grip tightening on his hair; causing him to groan. For a moment he pulled away, literally tearing my shirt off.

"Wait a minute..." I panicked for a second "We can`t do this... What if Quinn hears?"

"I don`t really care if she does." he replied bluntly "We can keep her up the whole night, consider it her punishment for betraying you?"

"Nope, nope, nope, nope, nope." I attempted to get up, but Lucifer held me down "We can`t..."

"We can." he insisted and then with a darker tone added "And we will."

Once again I was blushing, but I didn`t bother arguing as his lips returned to my own, continuing our kiss while he slipped off my jeans. I was still feeling a little hesitant though it wasn`t like I really had a choice at the moment, but frankly that didn`t bother me; I enjoyed this. Deciding to give in, I began to pull his jacket off, followed by his shirt and jeans.

"You know..." he pulled away again, gazing down at me with his usual menacing twinkle "I never really got to play with these last time." with a snap of his fingers my bra was gone, and I tried to hide the embarrassment on my face.

Without another word he dug in, causing me to yelp as he rolled on top of me and began to lick at my breasts, causing them to stand erect. Soon I couldn`t help but moan as he massaged one and teased the other with his teeth, giving the nipple a pinch when I tried to squirm away.

"I`m guessing you`ve done this before..." I groaned as he sucked on all the sensitive spots.

"You`ve got no idea." he replied in a muffled tone as he continued to toy with my breasts, suddenly tugging on a nipple with his teeth; causing me to shriek.

"Don`t do that!" I gasped.

"What, this?" he chuckled, once again tugging, this time causing me to involuntarily moan.

I didn`t reply this time, knowing it was useless, but also because I was starting to enjoy it. All the pain from the tugging and biting was gone, and was now replaced with a feeling of bliss. Soon I found myself squirming again as he teased an erect nipple with his tongue, closing his mouth around it and licking from inside. Finally he pulled away from them, his mouth making its way back to my lips as he continued our kiss.

I was so distracted by it all, I once again felt surprised as his fingers moved to my panties; not taking them off but instead rubbing his finger against the fabric. Instantly I whimpered, my body still squirming at the guilty pleasure that had been inflicted to it.

In a quick move, Lucifer tore off the garment, tossing them aside before pushing my legs apart.

"You ready?" he asked and I realized his boxers were already off, considering I could feel the tip of his length rubbing against my folds.

"Not really." I muttered.

"Eh, close enough." he shrugged before pushing himself inside of me; groaning as he filled me up. Instinctively I bit my lower lip at the pain, my hands clenching down on his shoulders for support as his thrusts became animalistic. With his usual aggressive pace; I found myself screaming out in a mix of ecstasy and pain.

"That`s right..." his voice was a dark growl "Scream for me."

His tone made me shudder and once again I felt his lips returning to my mouth, kissing roughly. I don`t know what inside of me clicked, but I was losing myself inside these feelings. Responsively, I entangled my fingers into his hair and returned the kiss; my aggression surprising him. Allowing me to take control of the kiss, his hands wrapped around my hips, holding them tightly as his pace became more brutal. I could feel his length rubbing against my sweet spot, sending currents of pleasure rushing into my body.

Soon I found my insides clenching in bliss as a familiar sensation claimed my body. This time he climaxed first, the intensity of it rushing my own and causing me to scream out as I came. For a moment I struggled to recover my senses as he wrapped an arm around me and pulled me on top of his chest. Feeling at ease, I just laid there. I could hear his heartbeat, it was faint as always, but definitely there. A welcoming reminder to the fact that he did, in fact have a heart.

(The mature bit`s over :3)

"You think Quinn heard anything?" I finally asked.

"Absolutely." he replied, his tone a little mocking.

"Augh..." I groaned "Well there goes my self respect."

"What self respect?"

"Exactly."

Quinn

I was still in the kitchen, with my headphones on; listening to some of Deans music when my phone buzzed. Not bothering to remove the headphones, I pulled it out and glanced down. It was a text from Sam.

'Just wrapped up the hunt, we`ll be back soon.'

For a moment I panicked, what would the Winchesters think when they realize I`m letting Lucifer sleep over? Ella, I`m sure they`ll welcome with open arms. But Lucifer... well that`s a whole different story. Feeling slightly guilty, I slipped my phone back in my pockets and sighed inwardly when I felt a presence.

Attentively, I pulled off my headphones and turned around to see Castiel standing there.

"Hey?" I said calmly.

"Hello Quinn." he replied in his usual voice.

"What you doing here?" I asked directly.

"I`ve come to tell you that Ella is with Lucifer." Castiel explained "Michael had come across them and the two-"

"I know Cas." I cut him off "I`m way ahead of you, they already told me everything. They`re actually in Ellas old room right now."

"Oh." his eyebrows furrowed "I suppose that explains the noise."

"What noise?" I raised an eyebrow, remembering that angels had much better hearing then humans.

"It is of little importance." he noted.

"If you say so." I shrugged.

"Is Dean and Sam... okay with them staying?" the angel asked innocently.

"Well..." I gulped a little "I might have not told them yet?"

"I can understand why you choose to lie to them." he continued "If the Winchesters were to find out, they will most certainly overreact. For starters they`ll attempt to kill Lucifer, then they`ll either kill you or get rid of you for allowing the devil into their most trusted home. They`ll probably hate you for life, they`ll never want to see you again. You, after all, have misused the trust they granted and considering how emotional those two are, they will most certainly not take it lightly. But your point of view is understandable."

I twitched.

"You know what Cas..." I gave him a look "Next time I want a pep talk, I`ll call up Crowley."

"I don`t understand." once again his eyebrows furrowed in his cute but confused, innocent expression.

"Of course you don`t." I muttered "Look, you`re still on our side right?"

"I`m sorry.." he glanced at the floor "I was not aware the room was split into certain sides."

"I mean..." it was like talking to a child "You`re on our team? As in you`re going to help us and not Michael, right?"

"Yes... I think."

"Then don`t tell anyone about Ella and Lucifer being here." I was referring to anyone angelic "We can`t let Michael find out."

"Understood." Castiel nodded again.

"Great." I smiled at last.

For a moment the two of us did nothing, and the atmosphere began slightly awkward.

"So umm..." I ran a hand through my hair "You can fly away now, or something?"

Before he could reply I heard something move behind me, and instinctively I whirled around to find Lucifer walking into the kitchen. A glance at Castiel showed how afraid the angel was of the devil before him.

"What're you doing here Lucifer?" I asked as he calmly stood at the door.

"Looking for more Nutella." he shrugged "Ella won`t share the jar."

So apparently Satan loves chocolate spread? Why not?

"I`ll check to see if we have some." I muttered before turning to the cabinet. From the corner of my eye I could notice Lucifer smirking at Castiel, who seemed to literally be shuddering in fear.

"Hello brother." the devils voice was mocking as he greeted the angel.

"Lucifer..." Castiels voice on the other hand was a faint, shaky whisper.

"I think I remember you..." Lucifer tilted his head a little "Weren`t you the little angel that burned Michael."

"Yes..." Castiel nodded "You blew me up afterwards."

"Well, that sounds like me." he shrugged again.

"No Nutella, sorry." I finally told him.

"Eh that`s alright." Lucifer replied "I`ll just pry the jar out of Ellas hands." and with that he turned away.

"So what were we talking about?" I turned back to Castiel to see that he had disappeared. Sighing inwardly, I once again glanced at my phone. What was I supposed to tell the Winchesters?