A/N: This chapter starts the smut. If that sort of stuff offends you, don't read it. Please and thank you. Enjoy!
Lucifer had flown to Glasgow before he stopped. He didn't trust himself anywhere in England and he wasn't sure Scotland was far enough, but he thought it would work for now.
He stopped in a pub, hoping to drink away his rising anxiety. He was about four whiskies in when his booth got crowded. Gabe, Amenadiel, and Michael sat with him. As his brothers caught up on rounds, they mentioned that Gabe filled them in, and they wanted to be there for Luci, no matter the outcome. So, they told him stories to distract him. And he chuckled along. But they all knew he was being tormented. And with the chance that the pain may never go away, they drank and ignored the problem.
It was dark outside when Lucifer looked up to check the time. The ache in his chest had subsided and he felt better. His brothers, having a clear line of sight to the door, saw it before he did. Hermione walked into the pub, in the middle of Glasgow.
He fought with all his strength not to go to her. This could be their goodbye and touching her would make it harder on them both.
Of course, this was goodbye, he thought to himself. She was a savior of the wizarding world, and he was The Devil. Some people would never understand.
The other three angels stood up when she got to the table. They each mumbled something about nice to meet you, hope to see you again, but Hermione wasn't really paying attention.
She took a seat in the booth across from him, keeping arms and legs to herself. Lucifer gave her the space, too. Despite wanting to reach out to her.
A pint was delivered to her, which appeared to Lucifer to be magic. But then he saw Harry at the bar, her wing-man, here for moral support. Harry was now talking with his brothers. None of them seemed to know what Hermione was going to do.
"This isn't fair." Her announcement broke his reverie.
"I'm sorry," he started.
"It's not fair to you or me." She continued, shifting the blame to his Father, rather than allowing him to take the burden himself. "But I'm not going to submit us both to torture to prove a point."
Lucifer stared at her while he processed her words.
"So, you're saying . . . "
"Let's get out of here," She smiled at him, extending her hand. He took her hand and the relief was instantaneous. The black holes which had taken up residence in their chests were gone.
She stood up and made to leave the booth; he quickly popped up and followed her out, walking closely behind her.
She stopped short at the door, causing him to bump into her, to confirm her suspicions. She looked up at him over her shoulder, mischief danced in her eyes.
He leaned down to whisper in her ear, his breath warm on her ear and neck. "Do that again and we won't make it out of here." He bumped her forward with his hips to help drive home the point.
The two of them waved to their wing-men at the bar, and stepped into the cool Scottish evening. Still hand-in-hand they had taken two steps outside, and the next thing Lucifer knew, they were on the sidewalk outside the garden gate at Hermione's. Lucifer led them to the door, and testing it, discovered she hadn't locked it when she left. He looked at her reproachfully.
"I was distracted when I left," she answered completely sincerely.
The door had barely closed when Hermione wrapped her hands behind Lucifer's head, and pulled him down for a kiss. Without breaking contact, Lucifer lifted Hermione up by a rather firm ass, and landed her hips on top of his. He left his hands on her ass to grope and explore while she used her hips to press her core close to his straining erection. He moaned into her mouth at the sensation. She replied with a throaty, sultry laugh.
"Okay," he panted, "where's the bedroom?"
"Upstairs, then straight ahead."
He didn't need to be told twice. With long strides, he was at the stairs in short order, and took the flight two steps at a time. He landed, unceremoniously on the bed, on top of Hermione. She giggled, then brought his head closer to resume kissing.
Hermione started to untuck the remnants of Lucifer's shirt, when he placed his hands on hers to still her. He pulled away from their kiss to say something. Undeterred, Hermione moved instead to kiss his neck and exposed chest.
"'Mione, I need to tell you something."
She stopped to look at him, she smiled.
"Yes?"
He had been unsure how to mention it, but he knew she'd understand, so he charged right ahead.
"While we're . . . " he gestured at their closeness, "it takes a lot of energy, and is a distraction really, to keep my, uh, my wings hidden." He paused, hoping it was enough explanation. She was the intelligence to his experience, after all.
"So, don't hide them from me," she offered gently. To help settle the point, she resumed her previously thwarted efforts to remove his clothes. But instead, Lucifer stood up, earning a gentle whimper from Hermione.
Lucifer removed what was left of his shirt and suit coat. He closed his eyes as white wings materialized.
Hermione looked at him with adoration, and when he opened his eyes, it was her warm, welcoming face that he saw. It was in that moment that he knew why his Father had chosen her, why she had been chosen as his better half.
Hermione reached out to Lucifer, not to touch his wings, but for his hand. She pulled him back into the bed.
"You're beautiful," she told him. And cupping his strong, stubble-lined jaw in her small, delicate hand, she kissed him. She had seen the concern is his eyes, the worry that she might see him differently, that he might be cast aside as some "other." But to her, she saw honesty and vulnerability in a being that with immense power - like an animal showing its weakness to be accepted by the pack, he let his guard down, hoping to be accepted.
Hermione realized that this cocky, confident angel had been worried that in his honesty, he would be rejected, again, and was scared. She didn't know before, what a silly little witch could do to be the "other half" of The Devil; but when she saw him stand there, eyes pressed shut tightly, she could be his comfort, give him the acceptance he had been denied millennia ago. He could be "on" in public, where she often hid and avoided; while here, alone together, she could provide validation he hadn't known before.
Lying next to each other, face-to-face, flush against each other, their need wasn't urgent, they knew it would happen, so they were able to take the time to explore each other, and to explore themselves together, as a pair. Gentle strokes of fingertips along arms, chests, and faces were in order. Sometimes kissing each other's mouths, other times exploring jaws, necks, and ears.
When Hermione's fingers traced their way down Lucifer's side, she frowned when she got to his hips. Since they had been kissing at that point, Lucifer became aware immediately.
"Hmm?" Lucifer hummed a soft question.
"You have on too many clothes," she replied, curling her fingers around the top of his trousers, her touch finding the soft skin of his hip, one side of the "V" where the lean muscle of his torso met his hips and powerful thighs.
He chuckled softly, and moved this hand from her soft, lush breast, to undo and remove the offending garment.
"Let me?" she asked Lucifer, a small glint of mischief in her eyes, a look he was eager to encourage.
"Yes, please," he replied, rolling back a bit, to see whatever it was she had in mind.
He watched as she closed her eyes, and moved her hand in the air, like there were piano keys that needed her gentle touch. He felt nothing, so when he saw her eyes open and travel down his body, he only knew she had removed his trousers when her eyes grew wide.
"You didn't have underwear on?" she asked, despite obviously seeing her answer.
"No, I never do." He smirked at her and pulled her against his now naked body.
They resumed their kissing, his hand continued his exploration of her body, though he had been focusing a lot on her soft and perfectly palm-sized breasts. He hadn't immediately noticed her hand hadn't found its way back to him; he did, however, notice immediately when Hermione's clothes disappeared, her small, naked frame, pressed firmly against his. His erection pressed urgently against her thigh, pinned between the two of them, feeling her soft naked skin pressed against it, the urgency to physically connect returned, and they both felt the need.
He rolled her onto her back, but stayed pressed against her, relishing the feel of her soft body encapsulated by his lithe, muscular frame. Propped up on one elbow, one hand continued its exploration, his hand cupping her breast, his thumb rubbing her nipple, now erect with need at the sensation. He replaced his thumb with his mouth, earning a small gasp and a throaty moan from Hermione. Lucifer suckled and lapped at her nipple, while his hand snaked its way between her thighs, cupping her warm, lightly haired mound. She moaned again, need taking over, her body wanting him inside her, in whatever way she could get it. She arched her back, trying to get closer.
Lucifer shifted to suckle her other breast, and at the same time inserted two long, slender fingers into her slick sex.
"Oh, Lucifer!" she gasped at the sensation, providing some relief to the need she felt for him.
He began to pump his fingers in and out, while his thumb massaged her clit. With the rhythmic penetrations and the added attention of his thumb, she was over the brink in no time. She came in gasps, and utterances of his name.
He moved his mouth to her neck and whispered "oh, Hermione," in her ear.
She wrapped her arms around him, working the fingers of one hand in the hair at his neck, the other around wrapped around his back, touching his strong back muscles and exploring the base of his wings.
"Are you ready for me?" his breath on her neck and ear was warm, his tone was mischievous and full of promise.
A moan of "please" escaped Hermione's lips.
Lucifer chuckled, whispering back, "Mmm, such good manners."
Lucifer slid into her completely, Hermione rolled her head back and moaned "Oh, Lucifer!"
Lucifer positioned himself up on his elbows, while Hermione wrapped a leg around his waist. Lucifer continued to thrust into her, while smiling down at her; she smiled back, while her hands explored the muscles and feathers of his wings.
As they got closer to their climax, their actions grew more urgent. Smiles and gentle kisses were replaced by grunts and names uttered as moans. Lucifer waited until Hermione was on the edge, for the two of them to come together.
In a careful maneuver, Lucifer wrapped Hermione in his arms, as he spun onto his back, his wings out to his sides, carefully not pinned beneath them. He pulled Hermione against his side, where she settled into him, her head against his chest, his arm around her back, his thumb lazily drawing circles on her hip bone. Hermione was levitating one of the blankets, rejected earlier to the floor, up from beyond the foot of the bed, to cover them where they lay.
"While I'm sure you're capable of many, more impressive things. You being able to do that right now, not having to get up and leave, that's pretty fantastic," Lucifer told her, squeezing her closer to him.
"I usually don't like to use magic for something trivial, like blanket retrieval, but I'm not sure my legs would support me yet." She felt, more than heard, the soft chuckle from Lucifer, lying against his chest. She looked down towards their toes, to oversee the blanket making its way up the bed.
"What's that?" She asked Lucifer, still looking down at their bodies.
"Well, Hermione, boys and girls are built differently," he started, but stopped when she play-slapped him on the stomach.
"No, your hand."
He looked at his empty hand, seeing nothing odd, he looked at his hand on Hermione's hip.
Where he touched her, their skin had a soft, luminescent glow.
"I have never seen that before. That's not your magic?" he asked, more curious than alarmed.
"No," Hermione may have been more alarmed than curious.
"Let's look into later," he suggested sleepily. He used a combination of toes, wing, and hands to pull the now-abandoned blanket the remainder of the way up their bodies, bringing it up under their arms.
Hermione wanted to protest, to get up and research now, but having no sleep the night prior, she was exhausted and decided Lucifer was probably right.
They slept soundly, the way one does when they feel safe and comforted