"As old as you are, you must be good at this," Natalie breathed, eyes half lidded as her mouth traced the shape of his jaw, his chin. She felt the heat in his cheeks before she saw it, and she pulled back slightly to take note with no small amount of surprise that he was… blushing.
The look she gave him was curious, absent of judgment, and her lips curved into a little half smile.
"Or… not," she said, though it came out as more of a question, only the slightest traces of good-natured teasing in her voice. His cheeks went redder and he averted his eyes.
"Don't make fun of me," he said roughly, and moved to shove her off his lap. She held fast though, pushing him back down. It said something that he allowed her to.
"No, no, I'm not!" she assured him, though the tilt of her lips didn't waver. "I don't think it's a bad thing. Maybe we…"
He looked back up at her and the light of his eyes made her heart stutter a beat. She reached for his face, pressing her lips to his. The kiss lingered, Natalie's best attempt to persuade him to stay, to finish what they started.
She didn't want him to think there was anything wrong with inexperience. She had assumed, with him being who he was and lust being high up there on the list of sins the devil was associated with, that he had partaken in some of the pleasures of the flesh, so to speak. But she had learned a long time ago that he wasn't what she thought, and she realized now how silly it was to make assumptions.
"Maybe we can learn together," she said when she pulled back to catch her breath. She slid her hands around to the nape of his neck to play with the hair there, dropping quick kisses along his jaw again.
Slowly, he let his head fall back for her. Giddy with excitement at the invitation, at the redness in his cheeks, at the hard set of his jaw, she raised her lips back to his, pulling his bottom one between her teeth.
He went tense underneath her, his fingers digging bruises into her hips. The rumble deep in his chest told her he liked it, and she bit him lightly before parting from him to pull her shirt over her head.
He shouldn't have been surprised at her shamelessness. She had never possessed any of that, he realized, not for the first time, as she shifted to straddle his waist.
She kissed him again, a little too eagerly, and his hands splayed across the skin she'd bared to him without a second thought. She was so soft, so fragile, so malleable between his fingers. But he wasn't worried about breaking her; he was more worried about what she could do to him, determined as she was to burrow beneath his skin and make a home for herself between his bones.
The more she pushed — pressing herself flush against him, kissing him harder, letting her hands travel across the expanse of his body — the more he found himself responding to her. He coaxed her lips apart and slid his hands up, beneath the tangle of her hair. She moaned at the first touch of his tongue, and his body reacted on impulse, fisting in her hair and yanking her head back to deepen their embrace, to taste more of her.
She yelped, and he let go immediately, breaking away from her. Both of them were breathing hard, and there was an apology forcing its way up his throat like acid when she smiled sheepishly at him.
"Sorry," she said, rubbing at the back of her head, and the word coming from her shocked him back into silence. He was the one who had hurt her. "I'm a little tender-headed."
He only nodded, uneasy with the prospect of continuing when he'd already fucked up, when she squirmed on top of him.
"I liked it, though," she admitted. "Maybe just not so hard."
She had gotten a little thrill from the heat-of-the-moment reaction, convincing her that he wanted this as much as she did. And, if she was being honest with herself, the display of power even while she was on top had sent a wave of heat through her, flushing her cheeks and curling her toes.
Her confession was as much of an invitation as he'd ever needed, and he pressed his lips back to hers, wrapping his fingers around the red waves. He followed her example and pulled her bottom lip between his teeth just as he angled her head back with the weight of her hair, dragging it through his fangs.
She moaned, loud and long, at the sensual move. She stared up at the ceiling, struggling to breathe right at the intimacy, the dangerous care he must have taken not to shred her skin with the sharpness of his canines.
Her head back, kept in place by the unyielding strength in his hand, he lowered his lips to her bared throat. Her pulse leapt out at him and he covered it with his tongue. Natalie giggled at the first touch, scrunching her shoulders up, and he almost pulled back.
Tickling was not his goal.
She felt him retreating, and she twisted her fingers into his hair, keeping him in place.
"Don't stop," she says, a smile and a tremor in her voice. "It felt good. Your tongue just tickles a little, but that's just because it feels like a snake is licking me."
This time he really did pull back despite her insistent fingers, raising an eyebrow.
"A snake?" he asked, dryly, loosening his hand in her hair so she could look at him.
"Well," she said defensively, but she couldn't help her little hiccups of laughter, "it's forked! Like a snake's!"
"You're unbelievably good at killing a mood. I swear you've killed it three times already and we haven't even done anything yet."
Natalie smiled coyly (or, as coyly as she could), shimmying her shoulders a little.
"That must mean I'm good at bringing it back, too, since you're still sitting here," she said, looping her arms back around his neck and pecking him lightly on the lips.
He rolled his eyes, though the hand on her back flattened and pressed her against him.
"Maybe try not speaking anymore and we can actually get somewhere."
"How will you know what I like if I don't tell you?" she asked indignantly.
"Still talking," he drolled, skimming his fingers down her spine. She shivered, and he gave her a pointed look. "If you like something, I'll know."
"Okay, bigshot. I'm not promising anything, though, so I guess if I start annoying you you're just gonna have to shut me up yourself."
"You're asking for it."
"Absolutely," she grinned. "Besides…it's not like you're inherently better at this than I am. By your own admission, we know about the same."
His horns, which had been steadily turning more yellow, flared red again, leaving only the tips that glowing gold.
"I didn't admit anything."
"Sorry, you're right," Natalie said, though she was obviously struggling not to laugh. Not at him, never at him, but at his own reluctance to see that it wasn't a bad thing. "By your own omission. Same thing."
"You're annoying me, girl."
"I already told you what to do about that," she prompted teasingly. She lifted a finger between them, crooking it just in front of his nose. "Come shut me up."
He surged forward, taking her lips again and she smiled into the kiss, the hand still in midair falling to rest on his cheek and curl beneath his jaw, drawing him in closer. His fingers climbed up her back again, until he found the clasp of her bra.
He tried to undo it, getting frustrated when it wouldn't come apart. Natalie moved to help him, reaching behind her until her fingers found his. The motion pushed her forward, and she had to break their kiss again, instead resting her head on his shoulder.
"There's a trick to it," she said, concentrating now to awkwardly guide his hands to show him how to unclasp her bra.
"Wouldn't it be easier if you just turned around?" he asked, less than pleased with the position she had put them in. "Or, even better, if you just did it?"
"No. You have to… learn," she strained, before finally, together, the two sides came apart and her bra loosened around her chest. She raised up off of him to pull it off of herself, and Lucifer's previous irritation slid away with the brush of fabric revealing her to him.
He couldn't help but stare now, at the expanse of creamy skin dotted with freckles, at the dusky nipples the same shade as her swollen lips. He couldn't help the way his body hardened in response to seeing her, at least this much of her, opened up like a gift for him.
"See something you like?" Natalie asked, though there was a quiver in her voice now that she tried to hide. He looked up at her and noticed that, for the first time, she was nervous. Settled on top of his lap, the same girl who had no trouble telling him what she liked and eager to share this experience with him, was nervous.
Out of all the things he expected to embarrass her, him seeing her naked wasn't one of them.
Instead of responding, he cupped one full breast in his hand and, as it turned out, Natalie's embarrassment was short-lived. She hummed, arching her back, and he swept his thumb over the bud, watching as it hardened. She inhaled sharply and bit her lip, covering his hand with her own.
He did it again and her nails bit into his wrist. He pulled at it lightly and the sound she made was a weird cross between a gasp and a yelp, and he raised an eyebrow, amused.
Wanting to pull more of those strange sounds from her, he lowered his mouth, flicking his tongue against it. She jerked, and it was only the hand that remained on her back that kept her from toppling off his lap.
"Do that again," she demanded, breathless, and he did, drawing a long moan from her lips. Encouraged, he wrapped his lips around it and sucked, and Natalie tossed her head back with a cry.
Her neck and chest flushed with pleasure and the heat consuming her became almost unbearable. In an effort to alleviate some of the ache, she rolled her hips, and Lucifer groaned. She felt the vibrations of it all the way down to her toes and she whined.
He pulled back from her, dragging her nipple through his teeth before letting it go, and then slipping his hands beneath her thighs and rising in one fluid motion, with her still wrapped around him.
"Wh — What are you—" she panted, but before she could finish her back hit her mattress and the breath left her in a whoosh. She scrambled to sit up, bracing herself on her arms, but then he was over her, forcing her back down.
He found her throat, kissing and biting and sucking purple bruises into her pale skin, and she arched her neck for him as he worked his way lower, and lower.
"Wait — wait." She pushed lightly at his chest, and he growled before raising his head to look at her.
She reached between them, holding his eyes, until she reached the button of her jeans. She flicked it open and then undid the zipper, before removing her hands and giving him what he guessed was supposed to be a sultry look.
"You're shit at being sexy. Stop trying," he said, and Natalie dropped the look to stick her tongue out at him.
"You don't have to be rude," she pouted. He rolled his eyes and sat back to help her wiggle out of her jeans, leaving her only in a pair of pink panties with… kittens on them.
"Case in point."
"They're cute! Who can resist kittens?"
"Everyone past the age of 6."
"Not true."
"Shut up."
"Kiss me again."
And he did. He kissed her again and she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him down against her.
"Oh," she whimpered against his mouth when their hips connected, the only things separating them now a few flimsy pieces of fabric. He could feel the heat of her, he could feel the spot on those pink fuckin' kitten panties damp with her arousal, and it was almost too much.
He gripped her hips and ground down against her and both of them moaned.
"Again," she breathed. There was a beat in which he broke their kiss, burying his face in her throat, and she keened. "Please, again."
The plea was his undoing, and he didn't have the will not to anymore. He ground against her and she rocked her hips in time with him, creating the most delicious friction between them.
He grunted, the sound lost in the crook of her neck, but her moans were loud and unrestrained.
It felt incredible, chest to chest, the heat between them reaching a fever pitch.
"Lucifer," she gasped, feeling herself straddling a precipice she had never known before. "Lucifer, I'm — you — wait."
"What?" His voice was rough, the word escaping through his grit teeth with the effort to stop the pleasure her body ignited in him.
"I want—" her chest heaved with every breath, and she unwound herself from him, scrambling out from underneath him, forgetting to finish her sentence. He sat back, disappointment coursing strong through his veins. Had she changed her mind?
But the disappointment quickly changed to curiosity when she started rifling through her drawers, not rejecting him but looking for something. As much as his body ached with the removal of hers, he couldn't say the view of her bent over, the curve of her ass and that ever-growing spot, wasn't a nice one.
"Aha!" She finally rolled back over to face him again, holding up the little foil packet. "They gave everyone free condoms a few months ago in class. Safe sex, and all," she said, flushed.
She moved back across the bed to sit in front of him, and for a second, she mistook the vague amusement on his face for something else.
"That is a risk, right? Like, nephilim and all are a real thing?"
He snorted, shaking his head at her. "Yeah, they're a real thing. Don't wanna get yourself saddled with one of those little monsters." She laughed, too, and waved the foil in the air.
"Good thing we have sex ed, then. I guess figuring out how to put this thing on is next. Uh, do you wanna — or I can." She dropped the condom beside them and then reached for the knot in his toga. She tugged at it, and then tugged a little harder. "God, did you use a wrench to tie this thing?"
"Can you do anything?" he asked, knocking her hand aside and pulling at the knot. It came undone almost instantly, and the fabric slipped dangerously low around his hips. Natalie was going to retort, but her eyes were drawn to the way his toga hung around him, the deep V just beginning to taper off.
She rose up on her knees and shifted closer to him, barely breathing. His own snarks died on his tongue at her admiration of him, and he could only watch as she placed her hands in the middle of his chest then fanned them out, over his shoulders and down his arms. She ran them back up, returning to his chest, and then down, slowly.
Every muscle rippled beneath her touch and the sight was intoxicating. Over his abs and finally she reached the grooves of the dip, and she traced her fingers along the ridges. She reached the wine colored material and after a moment of hesitation, she pushed it down further.
It fluttered as it settled around his knees on the pink of her comforter, but her eyes were trained solely on hard muscle that had curved up to rest against his stomach once freed.
"I've never seen one of these in person," she said, reaching out to touch it. It jumped beneath her fingertips, soft as silk but hard as steel, much like the rest of him, but it was her who jumped when he laughed. "What?" she asked, looking up at him and tilting her head in confusion.
"How much porn are you watching, girl? 'In person,'" he scoffed. Her cheeks flamed red.
"Wh — I'm not! I saw them in class!"
He hummed, unconvinced, mirth dancing in the gold of his eyes and playing on the shine of his horns.
"You ruined the moment," she pouted again, and he raised an eyebrow at her.
"The 'moment'? Give me a break. Whatever was ruined, you did it yourself."
"You're such a jerk," she said, and she reached out again, grabbing his dick, perhaps a little more roughly than she'd intended to.
"Watch it!" he snapped, and she blew a raspberry at him.
"We have to get the condom on. Don't be a baby." She ripped the foil open, carefully — it was the only one she had, and she didn't want to ruin it. When she finally got it, she almost immediately dropped it. "Ew, it's slimey!"
"Of course it's slimey, it's lubricated. Christ, even I know that."
"Oh yeah? Well if you're such an expert, you put it on yourself."
"Fine!" He snatched it from her and Natalie gasped.
"Careful!"
After a couple of attempts, he finally rolled it over himself. The latex was bright yellow, and Natalie laughed.
"Hey, Lucifer, I didn't know you had a third horn," she teased, and he glared at her.
"No wonder no one's ever had sex with you."
"No one's ever had sex with you, either," she pointed out lightheartedly. She looped her arms around his neck and kissed his chin. Then, with a conspiratorial little smile, she lowered her voice and whispered, "maybe we were saving ourselves for each other."
"Shut up."
"Make me."
He knocked her flat on her back, and she grinned up at him, wiggling her fingers at him to get him to come down over her. He sealed his lips over hers and she sighed into his mouth, running her fingers through his hair as he hooked his through the band of her panties and began pulling them off.
She lifted her hips to help him, and when they were dangling around one ankle, she flicked her foot to rid of them, then wrapped her legs back around him. This time, when their hips connected, it scorched the both of them.
"Mmm, ah… please, Lucifer. I want you," Natalie gasped as he rocked against her again.
They both reached between them, and it took a minute for them to guide him to her, but then he was pressing inside of her and if she'd thought her body was burning before it was nothing compared to this.
Lucifer went slow to let her adjust, though the effort had him shaking, turning his head away from her lips.
"Fuck," he groaned into her cheek, before dropping his head to her shoulder. Natalie's whimper caught in her throat, and he stilled immediately.
"Please," she said again, a tremor in her voice. She dug her nails into his back. "Lucifer, move."
He didn't need to be told twice. He thrust the rest of the way inside of her and both of them shuddered. She was hot and slick and wet around him and he was hard and soft and throbbing inside of her and both of them marveled in how it felt to be a part of one another.
He pulled back, then thrust back into her, and she moaned, "faster."
It took a few tries for them to establish a rhythm and they were clumsy in the beginning. He pulled too far out and eased himself back inside of her, and the tempo of Natalie's hips as she tried to meet him was off at first, but they managed.
He sped up and found himself slipping, so they worked out a pace that satisfied both of them. He tilted his hips in a way that worked for him but not for her, so they tried a few angles that worked for both of them.
It took a little bit longer than it should've, for them to find their compromises. But Natalie only laughed, tightened her legs around his waist, and moaned with reckless abandon as their bodies worked to draw the most pleasure from both.
Her nails tore at his skin and he pressed bruises into hers, but every shared breath and brief kiss and met thrust created a world that was entirely theirs, in these few minutes where they were connected so completely.
"Lucifer," she cried, arching her back as she felt herself hurtling back towards the edge she'd been straddling earlier. "Oh, please, oh… ah, yes, right there!" She moaned again, breathing hard, her words becoming more and more incoherent.
He felt it, too, and he fisted his hands in the sheets instead of gripping her any harder, for fear of breaking her bones. His knuckles went white just as his vision did, and Natalie screamed something that vaguely resembled his name as she shattered around him.
Right there with her, he groaned into her neck as ecstasy ran rampant through him and he was left trying to catch a breath he didn't need.
Natalie was still underneath him except for the fissures of pleasure that rushed through her every few seconds in the aftermath, and when he collapsed beside her, she turned on her side to look at him.
For a minute, both of them just stared at each other. Then, Natalie smiled and giggled, reaching for him. She settled for his hand and twined their fingers.
"I'd say for a couple of amateurs we did pretty good," she said, and he recognized that glint in her eyes enough to try to open his mouth and stop her from saying whatever stupid thing she's about to say, but she's too quick for him. "We should make a video or something."
"For fuck's sake," he groaned, reaching behind her to grab one of her pillows and slam it into her face. "Think before you speak, just once."
She laughed from beneath the pillow and pushed it off, propping herself up on it.
"No, really." She raised up to steal a quick kiss from his lips, then settled back down beside him. "That was really good. For me, at least… Was it for you?"
Lucifer rolled off the bed, and Natalie frowned, quickly sitting up again. He disposed of the condom, and she heard it hit the bottom of her trashcan. She smiled triumphantly as he looked back to her.
"I'd say so."
She laughed, bounding off the bed and over to his side.
"You're such a jerk."
"Comes with the job description."
"You've said that before."
"Clearly you need the reminder."
She snorted.
"Whatever. I'm gonna go get cleaned up and... " She looked down into the trashcan, and cringed. "And take that out before my dad sees it and flips."
"Wouldn't that be hilarious."
"No," Natalie said emphatically, pushing him back towards the bed. "You get cleaned up, too."
Then she slipped out of the room, but not without one last glance over her shoulder at him, as if to confirm that he was there, that they'd just done what they had.
He raised an eyebrow at her as if to ask what? and she just smiled at him.
"We're not virgins anymore," she singsonged, and then closed the door behind her before the pillow he threw could hit her.
She heard the thump and laughed.