"Wait, wait!" Natalie exclaimed, breathless and laughing, pulling away from his lips and writhing away from where his fingers were tickling her sides as he slipped them beneath the hem of her shirt.

Lucifer's eyes narrowed, but he dropped his hands and sat back, waiting for her to compose herself again. Natalie pushed against his shoulder, dropping her head as she tried to stifle her giggles and catch her breath.

"Are you done yet?"

"Give me a second, dude — you know I'm ticklish!"

He grunted in place of an answer, and Natalie raised her head to look at him.

"Don't be grumpy," she said, leaning forward to place a kiss on his cheek that he leaned away from. "Being ticklish can't ruin a mood."

"Was there a mood to begin with?" he wondered dryly, and Natalie's lips curved in a cheeky smile. He braced himself, because he knew nothing good came from her when paired with that smile.

"Of course there was a mood. You wouldn't be trying to grope me if there wasn't."

"I wasn't—" he stopped, because she was looking at him with those eyes and he knew there was no point in wasting his breath. She lit up victoriously, sticking her tongue out at him.

"I don't blame you for not being able to resist my charms."

The thought was almost laughable to Lucifer, that she had any charms at all, and he voiced as much to her. She only laughed, wrapping her arms around his neck and bringing them closer together again.

She closed her eyes and leaned in to kiss him, and he leaned back, prompting her to pucker her lips more and more as she searched for him. He reached up to cover her mouth, cringing away from her, and in protest she licked his palm.

He jerked away in disgust with an expletive, and quickly moved to wipe his hand on her jean clad leg swung over his hips.

"That's fuckin' sick, girl," he said, and she rolled her eyes.

"I didn't see you complaining two minutes ago when it was in your mouth instead."

He glared at her, and she crossed her eyes at him, huffing and blowing her hair out of her face.

"You're such a baby. Just let me kiss you again," she whined. "I promise I won't ruin the mood again."

"I don't think you're capable of keeping that," he muttered, and she gasped in feigned offense.

"I'm no liar! What's this obsession you have with a 'mood', anyways? You're just as new to this stuff as I am. How is there supposed to be a mood when you're learning?" She pouted, and Lucifer felt the tips of his ears heat up.

How long was she going to hold that over his head, he wondered.

"I don't know about you," she continued, undeterred, "but I don't think this kinda stuff is supposed to be perfect, dude."

"Okay," he said, interrupting her before she could go on and his face could get any warmer, "okay. I get it, just — stop talking."

Natalie took that as another victory, and though seeing the red tint to his cheeks made her swell with pride on the inside, she bit her tongue to keep the teasing comment down. It was best if she didn't acknowledge it. She knew when to pick her battles with him.

And right now, if she wanted to finish what they'd started, she would just have to let this one drop.

"You and your moods," she said instead, a lilt to her voice as she angled her head down towards his. He took the hint and pulled her down to him, kissing her a little harder than necessary when he felt her lips curve against his.

She shifted on his lap and pushed her fingers through his hair while his dropped back to the hem of her shirt. This time, he was much more mindful when he slid his hands underneath it to reach her bare skin. Natalie shivered when his thumbs rubbed quick circles into her waist, and when she arched her back away from him he took the hint to pull her shirt up and over her head.

Dropping the fabric on the floor and pushing against the small of her back to bring her flush against him, he nudged her chin up to trail kisses down her throat. Natalie's breath hitched and she squirmed on top of him, making both of them hum.

"Don't," she started, her voice thinner than before when she felt his tongue against her skin, "don't leave, mmm… more marks… Do you know how ha-hard it's been to hide them from dad?"

In response, he sucked at the base of her throat, and Natalie shoved at his shoulder.

"Jerk," she protested, though she tilted her head back for him and tightened her fingers in his hair. To get back at him, she shifted on his lap again, and he groaned into her shoulder. She laughed, a little breathless, and rolled her hips against his.

He dropped his hands to her waist, encouraging her, guiding her over him. She arched into his chest, hiding her face in his neck. He felt the heat from her flushed skin, and it was a struggle to keep his grip on her light enough to cause minimal damage.

When he reached down to undo the button on her jeans, however, she gasped, shooting upright. Both of them stilled immediately and Lucifer dropped his hands from her as if he'd been burned.

"What?" he asked, alarmed at her stricken expression.

"Oh, heck," she mumbled to herself, shimmying off of his lap. Disheveled, she made her way around her bed and to her nightstand. Lucifer only watched her, confused and annoyed with her lack of an explanation.

She opened up the drawer and just stared down inside of it for several seconds. Then she shut it, and turned to face him, a dissatisfied twist to her lips.

"What?" he asked again.

"I don't have another condom."

There was silence for a long moment, with the two of them just staring at each other. Natalie locked her fingers in front of her, and Lucifer sat back.

"We only used one."

"I only had one."

"Who only has one condom?"

"I told you, I got it from class! It's not like I had use for them before."

Lucifer sighed in frustration, and crossed his arms over his chest with a huff. Natalie laughed, and his eyes snapped at her.

"Is this funny to you?"

"Yeah, kinda," she admitted, walking back to him. "You're such a grouch. There are other ways to do the do."

"I knew you were an idiot, but not that big of an idiot. We're not risking that—"

"No, no, that's not what I meant!" Natalie cut him off, throwing her hands out and feeling her face go a little warm. Lucifer raised an eyebrow at her, and she gave an exaggerated shrug. "I just — I meant — I could, uhhhh… Bagpipe you?"

Lucifer gave her a blank look. She bit her lip, twisting her hands before her now.

"Lick the lollipop?" she offered instead, her cheeks flushing a deeper color, but was still met with his unimpressed gaze. "Jeez, as old as you are you'd think you would've heard some euphemisms here and there. Here, I'll just..."

She dropped to her knees in front of him and reached for the front of his toga. She had less difficulty getting it undone this time, but before she could get to his cock he snatched her wrist, looking at her with wide eyes.

"What are you doing?"

"I already told you — I'm licking the lollipop. Though, I'm not sure how to really go about this so I was just gonna wing it." She sat back on her heels, looking up at him and using her free hand to push her hair behind her shoulders. "Just because we don't have a condom doesn't mean we can't do other stuff, dude."

His hold on her relaxed slightly, though he still kept her in his grasp, conflicted.

"Are you... You're not embar—"

"No," he interrupted emphatically, and scrambled for another explanation for his hestiance. "I just… Don't do anything you don't want to."

Natalie smiled, twisting her hand in his grasp to squeeze his fingers.

"I want to. Just uh, tell me when you like something and when you don't, okay? I don't know what feels good for you."

He nodded slowly, and after another beat he let her hand slip from his. Natalie tried to hide her smile as his cheeks and the tips of his ears warmed, instead pushing his thighs further apart to settle comfortably between them.

She reached out again, carefully sliding her fingers beneath the appendage where it rested on his stomach to lift it.

"If you make another joke about horns, I'm leaving," he said after a moment of her just staring. She jumped, as if he'd surprised her, and looked up at him.

"Oh, please," she scoffed. "It's not hard enough to be—" she cut herself off with a cough when she realized what she had been saying, and she thought she heard Lucifer choke above her. Her cheeks felt hot again, and she puffed them out in frustration.

It was silly to be embarrassed now. They had already seen each other naked, had already done the big no-no. If anything, this should've been easier.

Being face to dick was a little more unnerving, though. They had been learning together when they were intimate, but now it was all on her.

"Okay," she said resolutely, "I'm just gonna go for it."

"Were you trying to convince yourself?" Lucifer demanded, shifting to sit up straighter in the chair, glaring down at her, but he didn't have the chance to linger on it. The first touch of her tongue pulled a ragged hiss through his teeth, and froze in place.

Natalie was encouraged by his reaction and repeated the motion, dragging the flat of her tongue over the shaft again and again. So eager to please him, she didn't notice the hand in her hair until it tugged hard enough to pull her away from him.

"Hey!" she protested, and he leaned over to meet her eyes. She pouted at the expression on his face, sitting back a little. "Was I doing it wrong?"

"I don't know what you were doing," he responded, a rough edge in his voice, "but I can tell you that when you lick that hard your tongue feels like sandpaper." To prove a point, he leaned forward a bit more to drag his tongue over her cheek with more force than was necessary. She grimaced and wiped at the wet spot with the back of her hand.

"I didn't need the demonstration," she grumbled.

"I didn't need you pretending I'm a piece of candy," he snapped back. There was a moment where neither of them said anything, and Natalie peeked up from beneath her eyelashes.

It's almost a relief to see him looking off to the side, his ears still tipped with pink.

"Clearly we're both embarrassed—"

"I'm not embarrassed."

Natalie snorted, then pressed her lips tightly together as his eyes found hers again.

"Ok, ok. I'm sorry. Let me try again." At his reluctant look, she plowed on. "I promise I'll be easier this time. Just… Tell me if I'm doing something right or wrong, ok?"

He pursed his lips, but nodded.

"I'm serious."

"I get it, kid."

"Not a kid," she said, her cheeks puffing out again. "You can't call me that when we had sex and I'm about to suck your penis!"

Lucifer let his head fall back with a grimace. He exhaled slowly, bringing up a hand to pinch the bridge of his nose.

Natalie decided his dramatic moment was as good a time as ever, so she leaned forward again. This time, she was true to her words and was much gentler.

"...You're going to have to do more than that. I can barely feel anything."

She thought that was a lie. She could clearly see the fist his free hand had curled into on his thigh, but she followed his advice, applying a bit more pressure on the trail from the base to the tip.

"Better?" she asked, after a bit of that with no comment from him. She could see the subtle nod of his head where it was still tipped back, and she heard the quiet breath that shuddered out of him. Satisfied, she returned to her ministrations.

It got a little boring before long, though, and her tongue started to get tired. She decided to shake it up a bit, and when she reached the head again, she closed her lips around it.

Lucifer choked and tensed, his thighs closing around her shoulders.

Natalie immediately pulled back, looking up at him with wide eyes. The expression she could glimpse from her angle told her the answer to her unasked question, but she didn't want to be looking at his chin the whole time.

"Good or bad?" she asked, and was surprised at how raspy her own voice sounded to her ears.

"...Good."

She squirmed between his legs, licking her lips. She released his cock, and instead curled her hands around his thighs, pushing them back out to give herself more room.

"Lucifer?" She couldn't find anything above a lilted whisper, so she hoped it was enough to get his attention. And it was, because he lifted his head to look at her right as she wrapped her lips back around him, taking a little more of him into her mouth.

His brows furrowed and his jaw clenched, his golden eyes dark, and it was a look she wanted imprinted in her mind forever.

She was careful now, watching how he reacted more than waiting for verbal confirmation as she took more and more of him in. She felt pressure at the back of her head, and it took her a second to realize that he had moved his hand to tangle in her hair. His fingers were tense, clearly holding back, and the sensation made her flush with heat.

She wasn't sure if it was a reflex of his to grab her hair, or if he'd remembered that she liked it, but either way she was grateful for the constant press reminding her that he was enjoying it.

It surprised her how much she was enjoying it, too. She had known from the get go that pleasing him would make her happy, but she hadn't expected it to make her so hot.

She pressed her own thighs together tightly as she rose up on her knees, bobbing over him. Not wanting to ruin the good thing she'd achieved with his obvious pleasure, if his tight expression and the stiffness of his cock told her anything, she didn't try taking anymore of him than she could comfortably fit without choking.

The thought enticed her, but she decided that she would have all the time in the world to figure out how far she could push herself. Instead, she curled her fingers into his thighs and sucked as she raised her head, testing the waters.

The fingers in her hair tightened, bordering on painful now, and Natalie felt a little thrill run down her spine. His breathing was slightly off tempo, and she couldn't help but notice that her own was a little labored, too.

She moaned around him, and he gasped as his hips jolted, pushing her head down with the motion. She gagged, and felt his hand leave her hair, instead pulling her up.

"Sorry," he said roughly, his brows drawn together in concern now. He opened his mouth, clearly wanting to add to his apology but unsure of what he wanted to say, and Natalie only shook her head at him, smiling cheekily.

"Don't apologize. I guess I was doing something right." There was a playful lilt to her voice and she didn't give him the chance to respond before she took him back into her mouth. He groaned, so lowly she almost missed it, and the sound made her hot all over again.

She moaned again, this time on the rise, so when he jerked she could meet him halfway. The heat that pooled in her stomach was almost overwhelming, and she dug her nails into the flesh of his thighs to ground herself.

His fingers wound their way back into her hair, twisting the red strands tightly around his fist, and she whimpered.

"Fuck," he murmured above her, low and guttural, and the deep rumble of it shot straight through her. She sucked on the head, and his free hand curled over hers on his thigh, his knuckles white.

On the next rise, instead of moaning she dragged the flat of her tongue along the underside of him and watched the shudder that he tried so hard to contain. Her breath left her in a rush, and she had to pull away from him to catch it again.

Her eyes were drawn to the way he bit down on his lower lip, though, and she wondered what kind of sound he was hiding from her. She released the thigh that he wasn't holding her to, instead stroking him with her hand as she took a few deep breaths.

"What's wrong?" he asked, a strain on the question. It was exhilarating, to know she had done this to him, was doing it to him.

"Nothing," she said, and dropped her eyes back to her ministrations as she rubbed her thumb around the tip. His grip on her hand tightened painfully, and then he slowly let up, as if realizing his mistake. "It's just — I didn't realize that this would be good for both of us."

"...For both…?" Her breath hitched, and she worried her bottom lip between her teeth as she nodded slowly, her cheeks warming again.

"Watching you and listening to you and knowing that it's because of me is kind of—" she stopped, looking up at him and inhaling sharply at the look he was giving her, "I don't know. It's kind of… I like seeing you like this."

She felt his eyes on her, burning a hole through her, but she dropped hers back down. She had touched him before, of course, but not like this. She hadn't taken the time to appreciate the nuances before, the hard and the soft, the smooth and the bumpy.

It was weird, but it was part of him, and if she could elicit those kinds of responses from him with such light touches… well, it was all the better then.

As if to prove a point to herself, she lightly grazed her nails over the shaft. He made a sound that lodged itself in his throat, reverberated through his chest instead, and she shivered.

She was burning to finish what she'd started. She wanted to see him come undone, so she flipped the hand on his thigh and threaded their fingers together as she lowered her head once more. Her tongue replaced her thumb on the tip, teasing him before she wrapped her lips around him again.

If his grip on her hand and her hair were anything to go by, he was getting close to finishing. She used her free hand to grip what she couldn't take into her mouth, and concentrated her efforts on sucking on the head instead, since that was what seemed to yield the most results from him.

He went rigid under her, and she shifted with the knowledge that he was so close, her clamped thighs doing nothing to ease the ache between them.

"Natalie," he rasped, and there was an urgency to the words that matched the way he'd gripped the sheets the night they'd slept together. She knew exactly what it meant, and while he probably intended for her to pull away, hearing him moan her name renewed her resolve.

His fingers tightened in her hair again, his knuckles hard against the back of her head. She tried going back down on him, but he held her in place as his breath hitched.

She was surprised by the first touch of warmth against the back of her throat, but it wasn't unpleasant like she'd been expecting. And she would be lying if she said watching him come wasn't the hottest thing she'd ever seen.

Not that she had seen much, but despite her limited experience she had a feeling this would top the list regardless. His eyes screwed shut, his chest heaving with a groan as she sucked everything she could from him was a sight she wished to burn into her memory.

She only pulled back when his hand loosened around her hair, licking her lips as she smiled up at him. He swung his arm up over his eyes, and she laughed, undeterred, as she stood up on unsteady legs. She felt the prickle in them from having been in the same position for so long, and took a seat on his thigh instead of remaining upright.

"So?" she asked after giving him a minute to catch his breath, realizing a little too late that he didn't even need it. She curled her fingers around his wrist and tugged gently, trying to remove his arm from his eyes and surprised when he didn't put up any resistance.

His face was a little warm, and she swelled with pride.

"How was it?" she asked, eagerly searching his face, wanting a verbal confirmation now that they were through and he was spent.

"Fine."

"Wh— You— What!" she sputtered, nearly toppling off his lap. "What do you mean 'fine'? You should've seen your face! It was good and you know it!"

"Then why did you ask?"

She pouted, pushing at his shoulder.

"Because I wanted to hear you say it, jerk."

He snorted, and wrapped his arm around her waist, yanking her into his chest. She fell against him with an 'Oof', and was immediately ready to push away from him before she felt his lips against her ear.

"It was good," he said, barely more than a whisper, and she shivered at the sensation of his breath on her cheek. The feeling reminded her of her own arousal, and a fog of it settled around her like a cloak.

"...See, was that so hard?" she managed to get out, suddenly short of breath, and she felt his lips curve against the shell of her ear. She crossed her legs, squirming to sit up and put a little bit of distance between them.

"Excruciating," he said, and she halfheartedly rolled her eyes at him.

"Yeah, right."

He stood abruptly, sweeping her up with him. She yelped, throwing her arms back around his neck, then scowled at him.

"I wish you'd stop doing that without warning."

"Maybe one day," he said noncommittally, and threw her onto her bed. She sat up on her elbows to give him a curious look.

"What are you doing?"

He took a seat on the mattress beside her, and pushed her back down until she was flat on her back. She watched him carefully, trying to figure out what his intention was.

"I figured I should finish what I started. Unless you want to deal with that problem yourself."

It took her a second, but when she realized what he was referring to, she flushed all the way down to her chest. His eyes lazily followed the blush to the line of her bra, but she could see the way they darkened again.

"No, no," she said quickly, and his gaze flicked back up to hers. "I'd like your help… please."

His hand returned to the button of her jeans, where it had toyed earlier before she'd realized they didn't have another condom.

He took his time, and she watched him with bated breath. When he finally flicked the button out of its hole, she couldn't help but giggle despite herself. He froze, and looked up at her.

"What?" he asked, rightfully wary.

"It's just…" She stopped as another fit of giggles overcame her. It took her a minute to compose herself, but eventually she was able to spit out what had amused her so much. "My pastor always said the Devil would try to get into my pants."

Lucifer gave her a blank look that lasted for what felt like ages, even as her face went red with her attempts to hold back her laughter. Then he stood, and turned away from her.

"Alright, we're done here."

"What — no! Lucifer!"