As you all stood there going over how to get to Dayton in the apocalypse world Lucifer found himself distracted. The archangel couldn't seem to keep his eyes off you. The way you moved. The way your tank top and jeans hugged your body tight bringing out your figure. The way your hair fell to your shoulders framing your face bringing out your bright eyes and full lips. He clicked his tongue as so many thoughts run through his head.
He couldn't stop himself from picturing you underneath him as his eyes trailed over your body from afar. He pictured all the ways he could possibly please you with your consent of course. He may be the devil, but even he set boundaries in some areas. Plus he couldn't picture hurting you. The thought of him making you afraid of him made him want to scold himself. He had to fight the urge to sweep you up right there as he watched you bend over to help gather supplies. Your jeans making the lower part of your figure stand out which made his desire grow stronger.
You stood with your back turned to most the group especially a certain archangel. You wore a proud smirk on your face. You could practically feel the angel's stare boring into you which means your plan was working. You couldn't help, but find Lucifer not only intriguing, and in his current vessel extremely attractive too. You knew what you were doing. You casually pretended to check on the group and could practically see the lust in his bright, blue eyes. You giggled to yourself. Later you were preparing guns and other weapons just in case angels showed up. You noticed someone behind you and saw an arm pressed on the wall next to you. You smiled to yourself when you noticed the familiar tan colored sleeve.
You turned and came face to face with the handsome archangel himself. "Hi" he greeted wearing that wide, devilish smirk. You had to admit it drove you wild.
"Hello Lucifer," you said in a low, seductive tone. The lust flashed in his eyes again. His face inches from yours as his eyes kept traveling to your lips. You licked your lips casually. You swore you heard a growl coming from him. Who knew provoking the devil could be so much fun.