~ Jesse ~
It had been two days, of very little talk and constant sex. I wasn't able to drag much out of him, other than yes, he was an archangel, and yes he was Lucifer. He had called me his mate, whatever that really meant I couldn't say. Aside from the giant handprint under my left breast. I was in the bathroom looking at it, and ran my fingers over it. I looked like a tattoo, with some strange sigils where the palm of the hand was. I was also hyper aware of his presence, and his mood. I had gotten to referring his to his mood in stoplight colors. Mainly because he had three moods, green light: want you, need you, rainbows and unicorns. Yellow light: do whatever he tells me so he doesn't get pissed, diffuse the situation as soon as possible. And my personal favorite, red light: running won't save you, something about his eternal burning hatred of human kind, you will pay for pissing me off.
His current mood from wherever he was in the house was green. So I felt safe enough to stand with my shirt off and check out the handprint. I still didn't understand how someone who seemed so intent on enjoying themselves between my legs would also go all red light by walking in on me undressed. I sighed and put my shirt back on over my head. I was deliberately stalling in here, because I wanted to ask him if I could have my phone back so I could tell my sister I was alive at least.
~ Lucifer ~
He could feel her approaching the sliding door, and could sense her trepidation. She waited inside, he was pleased she hadn't attempted to leave the house. His back was to her, and he could almost see her standing there, shuffling her feet and eyes darting between him and the floor. He was finally beginning to feel a bit freer of his constant desire to bed her, yet it was still there, toying in the back of his mind.
~ Jesse ~
I knew he knew I was there, and his ignoring me wasn't helping. I debated opening the door, then decided I liked my life. I settled instead for tapping my nails against the glass door. He crossed his arms against his chest as he turned around, I felt my breath hitch. Standing in the sun, the light reflecting off his brilliant wings and his eyes glowing slightly, he was sexy, in the most dangerous possible way. My fight or flight had been on overload, and he had barely taken one step forward when I was spinning on my heel to run. And yes, I know in my rational mind he's an archangel, but I couldn't help myself, and I knew somewhere deep down he enjoyed watching me try.
~ Lucifer ~
She was panting when she ran into the bedroom, watching the door as she back away, until she backed right into him. She cried out as his arms encircled her, pulling her trembling body against his chest. "Going somewhere?" Lucifer let her turn around slowly in his arms so she was facing him. She gently placed her hands on his chest and looked up at him pleadingly. "What." He slid his hand into her hair. "Do." Hands tightening, pulling hair harder. "You." Her whimpering in pain. "Want?"
"Please Lucifer!" She gasped at the pain. "You're hurting me."
He let go and shoved her onto the floor. "I have been beyond kind to you at this point, try my patience again and you will find out how much I can hurt you." He calmly walked out of the room, leaving the door open.
~ Jesse ~
Yellow light, he had left the door open. I suddenly hated the part of myself that was about to go running to him, that wanted to beg at his feet for forgiveness, and especially disliked the part of myself that wanted to feel his touch. I got up off the floor quickly, and found him sitting on the couch his arm draped across like an open invitation for me. I walked over hesitantly, and slowly sat beside him. Every bit of my soul was aching for him, and before I could stop myself I pressed my face into his chest and wrapped my arms around him. I clung to him and breathed in his scent, feeling so relaxed against him.
He chuckled softly. "Green light?" I made a hmphh noise and scooted in closer to him, nuzzling his neck. His fingers stroked my back lightly, and I sighed contentedly. I tried not to think about earlier, calling my sister could wait another day, as long as he was happy with me.
~ Lucifer ~
Her warm breath against his neck was beginning to irritate him, causing his body to respond to her, the feel of her against him, her hands, breasts, and every other little part of her touching him made him want to mate her. He closed his eyes and leaned his head against the couch. Of course her tiny little human brain took this as a sign that he wanted her to touch him further, her small hands slipping under his shirt, her fingers sliding across his chest and grazing his nipple.
~ Jesse ~
"Don't touch me" his voice had a husky tone to it, and I watched his tongue dart out as he licked his lips. I moved closer, sliding myself onto his lap, and slid my other hand up his shirt. His hips shifted under me, and I could feel him becoming more than a little interested. I slid his shirt up and kissed his ribs, dragging my mouth up to the pink bud of his nipple and circled it with my tongue. He groaned and his hands went to my waist. "Stop," he whispered as he rocked his hips up, his hands tightening on my hips.
"Shhh," I murmured. His eyes opened, I could see the desire burning in them. "Let me take care of you this time." He watched as I moved my mouth lower, slowly sliding off his lap as I placed small kisses down to his navel. I slowly unbuttoned his pants, kissing and nibbling the skin above his boxers. I knew that I was the only person he had ever, as he so eloquently put it, 'defiled' himself with. So I was proceeding as slow as I could. I got his pants undone, and looked up at him. "Lift your hips for me." His eyes were dark and filled with lust, and he growled as he lifted them. At first the growling thing had freaked me a bit, but I had come to realize it meant he wanted me, badly.
Once his pants were off, I slid my hands up his powerful thighs, and up until they were at the top of his boxers. I pulled them over and off of his massive erection, and looked up at him again. A deeper snarl, and he lifted his hips quickly. I could sense his urgency, but I was slightly in awe of him, his large frame sprawled out before me, he looked so beautiful and delicious it shook me to my core. I licked my lips and placed my hands onto his hips, leaning in slowly, taking in the scent of his skin, the tantalizing view of his cock, throbbing and dripping with pre-come. I slowly circled my hand around him, and licked a long stripe from base to the tip. He hissed and growled, arching his head back into the couch. "More, you will give me more now" I eagerly complied, circling the tip of him with my tongue before taking more of him into my mouth. I sucked and hollowed my cheeks, stroking him with my hand, and gently squeezed his balls with my other hand. I could hear his breath become ragged, the only other sound beside a growl or another demand for 'more'.
~ Lucifer ~
He looked down at her, pink lips stretched around him, eyes closed and the sounds of her moaning. He felt a hot rush of pleasure, yes, this is where she belonged, on her knees servicing him. He slid his hand into her hair, a deep growl emanating from his chest as he closed his eyes and enjoyed the feel of her whorish little mouth on him. He felt his stomach and balls tighten, hissing 'more' as he bucked his hips slightly. He felt her sucking harder, stroking, moaning like a bitch in heat for his cock. He snarled as he came, his body convulsing, wings shuddering from the pleasure. He lay there, eyes closed.
~ Jesse ~
I swallowed the last of his come and gasped for air. I looked up at him, body relaxed, eyes closed. I leaned my head into his thigh and just watched him, a small smile on my face.
~ Gabriel ~
"Sooo… I'd ask if I'm interrupting something, but since you two love birds seem all finished up and cozy, I'll take it as a no."