He awoke the next morning to the smell of brewing coffee and cooking bacon. He thought, how cute that she's making breakfast. He thought of last night and acknowledged that she was definitely worthwhile. She had been holding back a bit, testing him, but she proved herself to be deliciously uninhibited.

He got up, dressed and when into the kitchen. She turned and said, "Good Morning!" and he walked up behind her as she cooked and kissed her on the neck. At this she turn her head and gave him a little half smile and a look that surprised him. He was mildly amused to see that despite the fact that she was making the 'I really like this guy' breakfast, she was actually done with him.

Not being able to help himself he asked, "Do you always do this?"

"Well, it's Sunday and I always make a big breakfast on Sunday. You picked a good night to stay over."

"What I meant was, are you always this quick to get rid of your lovers?"

At first she didn't really understand him but then the light when on as if she'd heard this before.

She smiled and responded, "Sorry, I've been told that I can be a bit cold before."

"By who, the Ex?"

"Yes. To tell you the truth, this is the first time I've been with anyone that I wasn't already dating, so this is a little weird. But stay, eat, I'm not kicking you out, I just…"

"Will I make you late for church?" He asked thinking of all of the religous items she had in the house.

"Ha! I'm actually more of a part-time Catholic at the moment. Sit down."

But she did not relent in projecting the sense that she wanted to be alone, so of course, he wanted to see her again.

He got her to agree to have him over again next weekend and he found that he enjoyed her company, so he ended up spending more and more time with her. She knew a little bit about just about everything and was particularly bright. She appreciated his wicked sense of humor but his smooth tongue did not impress her. She laughed at him more often than not when he tried to charm her which frustrated and amused him at the same time. He was surprised that after spending so much time with him, she did not show any of the normal effects from his presence. But one thing she wouldn't do was let him close to her in the slightest way, which again meant that that was what he wanted.

When he asked she told him all about her life. She'd grown up in this very house with her grandparents and her mother in a half-Hispanic family. She'd gone to Catholic school all her life, but dabbled in magic after meeting her first boyfriend in college who introduced her to it. She hadn't known her father until she was in her twenties and even though he was a very nice guy and available to her now, she didn't have any real attachment to him. She wasn't angry with him, she just didn't feel anything towards him. Her last boyfriend, a 7 yearlong relationship, was a controlling one and she now found herself rejecting any kind of impediments to doing what she wanted. But since she was a naturally open person, tell him this information did not mean that she trusted him, so he had to go search of other ways to get to her.

Despite the fact that Lucifer had been having sex for centuries and was familiar with all kinds of sexual acts, there were many things that he himself had never done and Elizabeth managed to immediately unearth a few of them. He had never bothered to develop a "relationship" with a human, as he had been more inclined to simply screw and leave or to torment people with their own twisted fantasies, so he was quite surprised at her discoveries and to find himself so drawn to her sexually that he would get distracted by his desire for her in between their dates.

Sex with her had gotten intense, particularly when they both discovered, quite by accident, that sometimes he liked a little pain with his pleasure…mmm well more than a little. On top of it, Elizabeth was good enough at reading his uncensored reactions (he never had the wherewithal to hide them) to perfect her methods disturbingly quickly and she had the feistiness to stand up to his often rough responses. He could tell that, although she was not inhibited, she didn't have much experience in that area but she became so good at it he wanted it more and more. Ah, her fingernails raking across his bare skin and biting into his flesh, her teeth nipping at him and her tongue soothing him after, her delicate hands that could be both cruel and kind! And when pain wasn't on the menu, she had a remarkable way of bring out a gentle side of him that he hadn't known he possessed. He would lay with her for hours caressing her and kissing her and letting her explore his body in a way he'd never taken the time to allow before. Her touch thrilled him but at the same time it quieted the part of him that would have simply devoured another woman for his own gratification.

Once she had trusted him, she had been easy to please, but that hadn't made pleasing her any less satisfying. In fact, he began to enjoy and become familiar with the sounds she made and the way her body felt as she progressed towards the climax he intended for her. She was always quick to give in to his attentions which made toying will her extremely satisfying and if he did it well enough, she would retaliate in some very delightful ways.

By the time he realized that he was attached to her emotionally as well, it was too late to do anything about it. He decided that if she was a possibility as a mate, he needed to tell her who he was and see what happened. So after she cleaned up the kitchen after another dinner and she went to lay on the bed and he went to lay next to her. They looked at each other as they rested on their elbows.

"There's something I want to tell you," he said.

"Yes."

"I'm not who you think I am."

"Really?"

"No, I just so happen to be the Devil, Lucifer himself," he said with a smile.

She laughed.

"You don't believe me."

"Of course not," she laughed again.

So he disappeared from the bed and reappeared in the doorway.

She was definitely disturbed by this and moved back a bit but said, "Whoa, okay, but that doesn't prove anything."

He then switched to his demonic form at which she jump up and blurted out, "Change back!" as if he was showing her something discussing and he switched back.

"What are you?"

"I told you."

"Shit," and then under her breath to herself, "You're losing your touch, Selith."

Surprised he said, "You know your guardian angel?"

"No, just my imagination, I like to think I have a guardian angel. I did one of those meditation things and asked him for his name once and I came up with Selith."

"Oh, he's quite real, I can assure you and I would know...being an angel and all. He's slightly offended that you think he's imaginary and that you blame him for my presence here."

"Sorry, Selith, I'm sure if you had any power against this thing you would have used it."

"Do you believe me now?"

"Absolutely not, but I'm willing to work under the assumption that you are the Devil, for now. What is it that you want?"

"You'll have to figure that out for yourself," he said not realizing how much he sounded like Azazeal when he was pursuing Cassie.

"Great! Can't you find someone else? No…wait you're here now and I don't want to unleash you on someone else."

So against her better judgment she let him hang around, not that she could have stopped him, and now that he didn't have to hide who he was, he popped in when ever he wanted. He was pleased at how easily she became used to who and what he was, as long as he didn't scare her. She was not a natural witch like Cassie, but she had a lot of information and her mind was open so she had some advantages. She learned the hard way that he would sometimes appear only to her and not to those around her, so she developed the ability to sent thoughts at him rather naturally. But she always refused anything he asked for or wanted, especially sex. He did not understand how she could be so comfortable with him and yet so unaccepting of the fact that he might actually be telling the truth.

"Come on, you've got to want something. Tell me what you most desire."

"Right, so you can corrupt me."

"Of course not, you're searching, let me help you find what you're looking for."

"You have no reason to help me so you must have an ulterior motive."

"Why can't I just like you and want to be of some help."

"I don't know, maybe because you're the Devil."

One morning, she woke up to a very bright room and when she opened her eyes she realized that she was not in her bedroom. She rolled over and saw that she was is a brightly colored room with a floor length window open to a wonderful breeze. She could see only sky so she lifted up a bit to see what was outside. When she saw the Eiffel Tower, she quickly laid back down.

"It better be Saturday," she called out to him. He popped out from nowhere and she added, "How did you get me here without me waking up?"

"Well, you're a very deep sleeper," he smiled.

"How do you even know that I like Paris?"

"I think your art gives it away."

"What if I used to like it but I don't now?"

He sat on the bed next to her and said smoothly, "Then tell me where you want to be."

But she made him take her home. She was not angry but she didn't understand what he was doing and it was getting harder to ignore his persistence. He was nothing but pleasant and kind to her and he really did appear to want to please her, but it just did not make sense that he had no motive but to make her happy.

At the end of a long day at work, he came to her office to follow her home.

"And how was your day?" She asked as she finished up the last of her work for that day.

He smiled mischievously, "Oh, I was a bad boy today."

"What did you do?" she looked up concerned.

"Oh, I incited a fun little riot."

"What did you do that for?"

"I was bored," he shrugged.

"You shouldn't do things like that."

"Who's going to stop me?"

She shook her head and said, "I would if I could but I doubt anyone can."

"Is that what you want? Why don't you ask me, hmm? I keep telling you that I want to do something for you."

"So, you'll just stop being evil if I ask you?"

"Well, I can't promise you that," he said with a smirk, "but if there's something in particular you don't want me to do..." and he shrugged.

"And then what?" she asked suspiciously.

"And then nothing. I will have done what you asked."

She eyed him distrustfully but said nothing and they went home together without mentioning it further.

Once he popped in out of the blue as Elizabeth was gardening and said playfully, "I feel like making mischief today. It feels like a good day for some wonton debauchery mostly involving the corruption of your beloved human race. Do you have any suggestions?"

"Of course! I want you to…nice try buddy," she said as she was about to suggest the opposite in a way that might have been construed as request. "Why don't you hang out with me today?" she continued. "I'll keep you out of trouble."

"Yes, but you see dear, I'm trying to get into trouble," he purred, "Trying to make my mark, don't you see? But it takes so much to get noticed around here," he finished rather glumly.

"Oh, I notice you. It's hard not to," she said with a smile and a slight twinkle in her eye that she couldn't control because, despite her resolve, his sexy voice had made her wish he wasn't off limits.

"Do you?" he asked moving closer in an imposing way, "Do you really see me? Do you think you really know what makes me tick?"

Elizabeth's expression became more serious and unsure, "No, of course not."

"That's too bad," Lucifer said quickly and Elizabeth actually believed, to her surprise, that he really was disappointed.

On a day that she was particularly cheerful, they were walking along the beach trail and she asked all excited and laughing, "Can you make it rain sulfur?"

He laughed back and said, "Yes, why?"

"Haven't you seen Dogma?"

"What?"

So, of course, their next stop was the video store where she rented Dogma. She loved that movie and he thought it was hilarious.

"I just love Metatron," she said when it was over, "He's just so put out by us."

"He's much more serious in real life," Lucifer laughed, "But he is rather self-important."

They had a good laugh at the movie followed by an uncomfortable leave taking. When Lucifer abruptly got up to go, knowing he was going to be kicked out eventually, Elizabeth rose and took his arm as if she wanted him to stay. He paused expectantly, but with a regretful smile, she only hugged him and wished him goodnight.

Lucifer grew more desirous of her, perhaps because she rejected him so easily, and as his frustration grew, he finally broke.

"You can't resist me for much longer. Think of what will make you the most happy and let me give it to you. No strings."

She appeared to be considering it as she ate her breakfast and she finally replied, "You could get me a napkin," which brought her great amusement.

After being rejected yet again, having offered her anything she wanted in the plainest terms he could think of, he became angry. She had stood and taken her dishes to the sink when he grabbed her from behind and pinned one of her arms.

"I could force you," he growled, which actually wasn't true but she didn't know that because she assumed he meant sex.

She tried to free her pinned arm, so he gripped it a tighter and her arm started to hurt. He was holding her in such a way that she would have to twist her arm further in order to get at him with her other hand. To his surprise she relaxed and did just that, increasing her pain in order to attack him. She reached out with her free hand and took a hold of his neck but did not just press, but dug in with her nails as if she would rip open this throat. He quickly let her go and got both arms pinned down by her side as she faced him, which was harder than you might think because he had to use just enough force so as not to hurt her. She was unafraid and her eyes flashed with fury.

"Don't you ever do that again?"

She appeared to calm a little so he asked, "Can I let you go?"

"Sure," she responded, trying to be convincing, but he felt her test his grip, so he didn't let go.

Suddenly, an annoyed look crossed his face.

"What?" she asked.

"Selith is laughing. He's proud of you."

"Can you see him?"

"No, newer guardian angels are more essence and thought than form, to keep them from falling."

"Hm," she responded now completely relaxed in his grip, her rage over.

"Oh, but he assures you that he's quite real."

"Thank you, Selith," she smiled into the air.

Lucifer shook his head.

"Are you jealous of my little guardian?"

"I'm jealous of everything that you love," he said fiercely but also with a sadness that struck her. He released her and left the house immediatly.

Later that night, he came back and, moving up behind her, he said, "I want to feel you," as he traced a finger from her shoulder down her arm. Then nuzzling he ear he said, "Take me to bed," his voice strained with desire.

She shuddered because her ears were one of the most sensitive areas on her body and because she wanted to do just that, but she said, "No." She didn't see the pain and frustration in his face as he dragged himself away from her.