***Smut Warning***
"It really is quite confining." Lucifer's note from the back seat of the car went ignored. He sat centered so that he aligned with the armrest, leaning forward as he spoke.
"I think our next stop should be for some coffee," Mar sighed glancing back to Lucifer but landing her gaze on Kris as she drove. Mar let her arm rest against the window as the other reached to slightly turn up the radio.
"Hell Yeah," She laughed squeezing the steering wheel slightly.
"It really is-"
"Have you never been in a car before?" Kris cut Lucifer off, looking back to him briefly as the sarcasm dripped from her words. Mar chuckled at this, considering the answer with a raise of her brow.
"I mean technically but he was unconscious," She answered Kris, her head turned to Lucifer who looked slightly annoyed.
"I'm not even gonna ask," Kris decided with a look of speculation as her eyes bounced between the two before returning to the road. The sunset began to paint the sky, a lingering glare through the trees catching Mar's eye as she stared out the window.
"I thought you said it was only a few towns over?" Mar questioned, leaning forward and a bit awkwardly as she pulled her tousled dark hair into a bun that ended up sitting lopsided on her head.
"Maybe it's a little more than a few but It's still close-ish," Kris half-heartedly defended in return. Mar simply sighed with a slight smile hidden from view, resting her forehead on the cool glass of the window. The trees blended with the buildings and the sky as they passed them by and she fell into a sort of haze.
"Ah, see." Kris smacked her arm as they pulled up to the sign brandishing neon letters reading 'Outlook Motel' with 'vacancies' lit beneath it.
"Finally," Lucifer huffed, stretching with a groan as he lifted his arms above his head. Mar agreed with a sigh of her own, rubbing her face and retying the boots she had slipped off during the ride.
"I'll get us checked in," Mar offered, "Got the bags?"
"Yep," Kris responded, hopping out of the driver's seat as Mar headed toward the small building separated from the stretch of rooms, painted a shade of green that would be almost obnoxious if it weren't so faded by now. The single door gave a ring as she entered. The room was small, cabin like she ventured, with a paneled counter and only a few torn cloth chairs sitting next to a vending machine. It reminded her of the waiting area at an old car wash back home.
"Can I help you?" The nasal voice asked. The voice belonged to the older women standing behind the counter. Her slightly grayed blonde hair was pulled up into a ponytail and she cocked her head as she spoke. Mar smiled, stepping forward and noticing the cross that hung about the woman's neck, resting on the knitted fabric of her top.
"Hi, I just need one room for two nights." She pulled her wallet out and set it, still in her hand, on the counter.
"Alone, darling?" She questioned with a smile as she fumbled with a stack of papers.
"No mam, my friends are outside we just needed a room," She responded smiling back.
"Long trip?" The women asked still searching for something.
"Not really"
"Ahh, that's good. Weather's pretty nice too. Reminds me of a few falls ago, 98, Maybe 02 when my family and I set out for the Carolinas. Well, my family and a friend of-"
"Mam, I don't mean to be rude but my friends and I are a bit tired," Mar cut her off, forcing a smile and gesturing to the car.
"Ahh, right. That'll be $128.57," She concluded with a few types on her calculator. Mar handed over the bills, waving the change and bidding her goodnight before hurrying to the room number assigned to them. They piled into the room just as the sunset finally slipped to black and the sign, lumbering over the motel created an eerie glare. Kris set her bag on the bed farthest from the door, leaving Mar-with no objection- to the other. The musty smell floated to her nostrils as she sat on the leave printed comforter.
"So what are you gonna do all night?" Mar turned the question to Lucifer who was standing at the foot of her bed, blonde hair messy as usual as he looked down at her.
"I'll find something," He decided a grin beginning to pull at his lips. She returned a speculative glare but, nonetheless smiled.
"Ok...Just don't kill anyone or watch us while we're sleeping. That twilight shit is creepy." Kris chuckled slightly from her bed in agreement.
"Mame?" He suggested which earned another glare and slight laugh from Mar who stretched out on the bed deciding to ignore the comment. They chatted amongst themselves briefly about the plans for scoping out the town the following day and Mar volunteered for the majority of the research duty as she slid a dagger from her duffle to the underside of her pillow. Mar eventually drifted off to sleep with the soft neon haze through the window blinds the last thing she saw.
"I got bagels," Mar waved the paper bag with a grin to Kris who was seated at the rickety wood table in the room, "And coffee," She added. The blinds were shut but the morning sun shown through the edges and the tear in the corner. She took a seat opposite Kris and they ate, sipping their coffees periodically.
"So where are you off to?" Mar enquired liking a spot of cream cheese about to fall.
"I was thinking I'd start with the kids, see if I could talk to them. We can head to the station and the morgue tonight."
"Sounds good and you want me to hang back research what we're up against?" Kris nodded in response and Mar smiled leaning back in the chair with another bite of her bagel. "Up for some research?" She asked, turning her attention to the angel standing, back pressed against the wall.
"I suppose. The room's more roomy than the car," He noted, wiggling his body as if he was taking in the space. She looked back to Kris noticing the slacks and jacket she was already wearing.
"Already suited up?" Kris took the last bite of her breakfast and stood, brushing the crumbs from her lap.
"I thought I'd get an early start," She explained reaching for her ID on the bed and moving to the door.
"Have fun," Mar called over her shoulder in a slightly mocking tone. Kris glared at her with a smile as if to say 'I will' and quickly shut the door behind her. As the door closed Mar gathered the trash into the paper bag and pulled her laptop up in front of her as she gulped her bitter coffee.
Barely an hour had passed but it seemed to have drained Mar's attention span. She typed quickly, searching for anything that could correlate to the case but it seemed now that she read the same sentence six times before it sunk in. Her eyes continued to flicker between the words on the screen and the angel seating on one of the beds, engrossed it seemed in a book of his own. The thoughts and questions rattling around in her mind finally got the better of her and she shut the laptop, leaning back in the chair with her eyes now fixed on his relaxed form. His snapped up as if he felt her gaze and he let his book close and lean against his stomach.
"So, I know I've kind of been avoiding the subject since the other day but I kind of had a question for you." Mar stuttered out.
"Ask away, love." He offered, sitting up and waving his hand.
"Well, I guess It's more of a request than a question but I was wondering If I could see you wings again?"
"My wings?" His brow furrowed but not in anger, "Why?"
"Well, I only saw them briefly and I wasn't exactly clear headed that night. I'm curious." She explained, pulling at words to convey her thoughts. He was quiet for a moment examining her features and contemplating something-what, Mar didn't know.
"I suppose," He eventually said, gesturing for her to take the place next to him on the comforter. He pulled at the fabric of his shirt and discarded it on the floor. She briefly took in the muscled form of his chest before moving to sit behind him, a considerable distance back as she did recall the sheer size of the wings. A light suddenly burst forth, bright and similar to before expanding for a moment throughout the room but it was much more controlled and less blinding than before. The walls of feathers once again appeared fastened to his back and all she could do at first was stare. She took in the glossy white feathers that stretched upward, changing in size, and eventually giving way to ones of ebony, chared and beautiful in their own right. Once again, it took her breath away.
"Can I-" Mar began hoving her hand just above the expanse of feathers. He nodded in response.
"They aren't what they used to be," He noted as she stopped her hand just centimeters before the wings.
"They're beautiful," She breathed out. It was a genuine and an almost involuntary response. Finally, her fingertips brushed the feathers and she revelled, momentarily, in their silky texture. Mar soon found herself running her hands along the entire length of the wings, truly mesmerized by them. It was only when she heard Lucifer let out a guttural moan that she jerked her hand back as a fear settled in place of awe.
"Oh shit! I'm so sorry. I should have known they were sensitive. I didn't mean to hurt you." The moan was replaced with a light chuckle that plastered a confused expression on Mar's face.
"You didn't hurt me," He stated, "But they are very sensitive." The realization hit Mar and he stuttered out a quiet 'sorry' but an ironically devilish smirk grew across her face. She ran her fingers through the feathers again, softly at first as she started from the spine and worked her way outward. Leaning forward, she pressed a chaste kiss on the back of his neck, followed by more down the center of his back. Her fingers laced tighter in the feathers as she did this, pulling more delicious sounds from Lucifer. Suddenly, he flipped her over on her back, hovering over her with a naughty grin.
"Didn't anyone tell you not to tease the devil," He questioned, lust making its way into the crevices of his voice. Mar only responded by pulling his down into a heated kiss. He ground down on her, causing a silent moan to escape her lips. Taking the opportunity he slipped his tongue into her mouth, teasing the outside of her lip momentarily. Mar pushed upward in an effort for more friction and buried her fingers in his wings. He let out another deep groan, burying his face in her neck, nibbling and sucking marks into it. She pushed him away a little, pulling at the hem of her shirt but with a snap of his fingers she found them both completely naked. The sudden shock of this was quickly overpowered as he ground himself against her now naked form, drawing a breathy moan from her. She laced one hand in his blonde hair as the other leaned down, taking him in her hand as she swiped her thumb across the tip, spreading the bead of precum already there. At another time and place she would have gone slower, taking the time to explore but they both found themselves desperate, hungry. A sudden playfulness overcame Mar as she flipped Lucifer onto his back, running her hand down his chest before sinking down onto him. They moaned in unison. He began his thrusts slow but soon quickened as she rocked down on him, letting a string of curse words fall from her mouth. His hands found her hips and held on with bruising conviction. He pulled her down into another passionate kiss, taking the opportunity to flip her onto her back. He wasted no time in burying himself in her once more and his pace became quick and his thrusts deep, essentially fucking her into the bed. He leaned forward, his head resting in the crook of her neck. His wings expanded from behind him and Mar tugged at the feathers releasing an animalistic growl from Lucifer. He thrusted sharply and she moaned, dragging her nails up his back. He continued thrusting again, and again, and again, hitting the mark each time. Her core started to tighten.
"Fuck Luci," She moaned out as her core released itself in blissful waves. His thrusts had already become sloppy and he finished only seconds after her groaning a strangled version of her name before collapsing next to her.
"Fuck," He sighed.
"Ya, Fuck," Mar agreed in between laboured breaths as a soft chuckle arose in her chest.
Kris returned to the room with little info, taking no notice of their flushed appearance. The cops were at a loss but the autopsy report sparked an interest to Mar. It seemed that the victims were not only torn apart but that some mass was missing. They spent the remainder of their night typing away with empty cups of coffee scattered about the room, before calling it a night only a few hours before the dawn broke.