Early the next morning, Elizabeth crept quietly out of their room and to her delight saw that the door to the guest room was closed. She then walked down the hall and was further elated to find Ella and Malachi curled up together on her couch. She then returned to Lucifer who was now sleeping peacefully again after having announced before she'd left that he was not a sex toy.

A few minutes later, when Cassie and Elizabeth met unexpectedly in the kitchen each had a sort of self-satisfied expression on her face and each immediately knew that they had both done something noteworthy since they had last seen each other. Elizabeth made pot of coffee and, since the others appeared to be conveniently absent, the two of them escaped to the backyard to reveal their secrets…

As Cassie and Azazeal continued to lose themselves in each other's kiss the night before on the patio chair, it slowly began to rise and float about two feet off of the ground. When they finally let each other go, Cassie was the first to realize what had happened and they immediately began to fall. They did not crash down, however, but were slowed down and eventually gently place back on the ground. Azazeal looked at her with a smirk and said, "That was you by the way."

"Really!"

"Well, I made sure we didn't crash down when you lost your focus, but yes, that was you."

She looked at him with a pleased look on her face. She then began to pick up things one at a time and have them float over to them and then place them, generally, back where they had come from, as Azazeal chuckled in amusement. Then in the middle her floating display a flower came between them that must have been picked from the garden where they sat. Cassie smiled lovingly at him and plucked it out of the air.

"Thank you!" She said and while she was struggling with the down right cuteness of it, she insisted to herself that it was exactly what she would have expected from any guy, just a little different.

"How come you can fly and travel like you do even though you don't have wings anymore?" she asked.

He smiled a little at the unexpected question, but answered, "The wings were more symbolic. They allowed us to reach heaven."

"What else can you do?" she asked, interested.

"All sorts of things," he said, giving her the sense that not only where there many things, but that they were some much a part of him that he may not be able to separate all of them from everyday human actions.

"And you can teach me to do these things too?"

"Some of them, yes."

"Let's go to the beach, it must be beautiful."

"Now?"

"Yes, let's go," and she stood and pulled him up. She held his hand and they winked out.

It was only slightly cooler at the beach than it was at Elizabeth's house a few miles away. The large moon was reflecting brightly in the water and a light breeze was coming of ocean. Cassie smiled widely and said, "Come on!" and she lead him closer to the where the waves crashed on the sand.

She looked in to his eyes for some time and then said, "Show me something."

"Like what?"

"Something fun."

"Well, you could learn bring things to you that are out of sight."

"Funner."

"You never bothered to learn how to shield yourself."

"Nope, funner."

"You can sort of fly too you know, well, more like float."

"Mmm, that has possibilities."

"I don't need to teach you that, you just need to apply what you already know how to do to yourself."

Cassie immediately gave it a try and floated back away from him a few feet. He moved to follow her but when he got close, she moved sideways, playfully.

"Oh, this is fun," she said to annoy him, but when she did it again, he appeared behind her and grabbed her. She laughed and turned to kiss him.

As they kissed, she gently tugged upwards against his grasp. He took the hint and lifted them up together. She happily continued to kiss him, but when she stopped and looked at where they were, she drew in a sharp breath. They were now floating over the crashing waves several feet from shore. Azazeal teased her, "You're so easily shocked."

Deciding to take this as a challenge, she pressed against him seductively and gave him a wicked look. She reached up to tease his lips and then at first tentatively and then more strongly pushed them horizontal in the air. It felt wonderfully natural to be floating suspended in the air this way and the lovely surroundings that made it all the more exciting. She allowed herself to be delighted with this titillating situation and began to unbutton his shirt. He did not protest in the slightest and proceeded to loosen her clothing so that he could run his hands under her cloths and over her naked skin. She opened more of his clothing as she enjoyed his caresses and was pleasantly surprised at how sensual it felt. The intrusion of his hands under her clothes made his touch feel more deliciously forbidden than if she had been completely naked.

Any thought that she might have entertained that they might come crashing down in to the water left her when he found that place between her legs with his searching fingers and she shuddered. Not wanting to give in so easily, she reached for him and he responded instantly to her touch. They mischievously battled on like this for sometime oblivious to their surroundings. Neither of them knew which way was up or down, but as they made love, Cassie felt the spray of the water, the rumble as the waves crashed strongly on the shore, and at one point, the soft sand dragging gently along her back.

When she was ready for release she kissed him deeply and sent to him simple angelic words of love that she had learned from Elizabeth. He shuddered and managed to return a controlled response of the same only less elementary. She tried a more complex declaration and at this he shuddered again and responded more intensely, if a little more wildly, as they continued to bring each other closer to release. There was one more phrase that she wanted to try that Elizabeth had hinted would cause quite a reaction, but she figured what the hell. She carefully pronounced the words in her head and before she was done, she could feel him losing his control. As soon as the last word was finished, he released such a torrent of love and devotion that they both writhed in ecstasy for longer than seemed possible. When they came to, they were nestled together on the still warm sand. He looked at her, kissed her forehead, and suddenly they were in Elizabeth's guest room…on the bed. She gave him a little smile that said that she was quite impressed by the accuracy of this move (She'd have to note that for future reference). They then peeled off their mostly undone clothes and pressed together to fall into a deep sleep.

As Elizabeth and Lucifer had talked in bed that morning, before knowing if their guests had stayed or gone back home, Lucifer had suddenly asked, "What did the boy want?" with just a hint of jealously.

"Ah, what you said about me bothered him and he wanted to know why it was he couldn't be with me."

He began to run his hand possessively over her back and he said angrily, "The nerve."

"Hey, he's just a boy, you wouldn't understand, young people believe they can do anything. And he's as arrogant as his father. Tell him he can't and he'll definitely try it."

"And what did you tell him?" he asked, less angry but still annoyed.

She shifted, pressed herself completely against his side, and slipped a smooth leg up his well-muscled one.

"I told him a few things that I required and he was quick to admit that he couldn't provide them."

"Really?" he said pleased.

"But he was interested in learning," she added, not being able to let him off the hook that easily.

He dexterously rolled on top of her, pinning her wrists above her head in such a quick and fluid motion that she took a second to appreciate the exciting thrill of it.

"And what was it you told him you required?"

"I'll never tell," she said with a naughty smile, as he allowed her to extricate a wrist from his grip. She ran her one free hand down his body and found the hard place she was looking for. The rest of his body softened and relaxed as she touched him.

"Last night, Cassie thought I might be pregnant."

"Mm," was the only response she received.

"She seemed to think that your attentions to Sara yesterday meant that you were scheming to have a child of your own."

After a pause, he said quietly, "I can't think straight when you're doing that," but he didn't stop rubbing against her hand.

"Would you give me a child?"

"Anything," he whispered as his arms weakened and he dropped closer to her and kissed her neck. She was in a mood, he could tell, where she would toy with him like a cat plays with its prey before devouring it. There was nothing he could do, just as there was nothing she could do when he seduced her using his angelic charms. In this situation, the choice for him was simple: give her what she wanted and hope she didn't make him suffer for too long…or hold what she wanted hostage until she ripped it from him. Both courses had their appeal though he rarely needed to be forced to obey her anymore. He let her force him now so that she would know her power over him.

"But we shouldn't decide it this way," Elizabeth said, realizing the position that she'd put him in. She didn't to use the sexual sway she held over him to make this decision.

"I'm already yours," he breathed, gently pressing forward to ask to enter her, "You cannot take from me what already belongs to you."

She thought about this as she let him go and shifted to take him inside her.

"Then why…?"

He spoke over her and was so distracted now that this may have been information that he wouldn't have shared under normal circumstances, "When you desire a child, my body will respond to you…I have felt it pull at me already."

And she realized that this must have been why, despite their sometimes serious and sometimes playful conversations, he had taken no position on the subject.

Notwithstanding their conversation, neither of them had really expected it to happen that very morning, but knowing that she could have a living piece of both of them and that he waited only for her command, somehow opened her to the prospect in a way that all of her private reflections had not. She did not toy with him but skillfully guided them both towards ecstasy and then allowed her moans of pleasure to gently but firmly pushed him over the edge.

Lucifer loved the way her body reacted uncontrollably when pleasure overtook her and it never failed to intensify his desire. He followed her to climax and felt himself flow into her in a particularly intimate and profound way but didn't have the capacity to be shocked by the unexpectedness of it. He was so completely lost in the intense sensation that when he was violently thrust into that place where he went when he worshipped her, there came from him such a confusion of angelic words that they didn't make sense together. As he stumbled all over himself to express surrender to her, to please her, to adore her, he tried to become more coherent but could not. Then when he heard her say his name, the words and overwhelming need to express these feelings stopped and he felt her calm presence there with him.

He then allowed himself to feel how complete her control over him had become in these moments. In everyday life it was just a decadent thought, as when you are among friends and you smile at the thought of some kinky thing you've done that you would never tell them about. In this moment, the control was in its purest form, control over his entire being. It was a harsh reality, made all the more exciting by the fact that he'd put himself here and did not want to leave. How she would learn to weld the control he'd given her, he did not know, but one in his position did not need to understand. He only needed to obey. He'd known for sometime that anything she really wanted he would have done without hesitation and he liked to think that any freedom he had in his actions was just an illusion. She had realized this and was very careful about how she asked for things from him, understanding his thoughts but not totally understanding the motivation behind them. This dissappointed him a little but she was not ready to fully understand him and so he waited.

He knew that he could not stay here, in this place where her control was so complete, because she needed him too, and their traditional relationship had to be maintained for now. It was not unenjoyable, simply being her lover, it was just not as intense. So, he would always push the boundaries and test her patience to cause her to remind him of her dominance. Besides, feeling her exert control over his physical body had its dirty pleasure and never failed to bring him to his mental knees.

When he came back out of his haze, he turned to her and said with a cocky smile, "You're an evil, evil creature."

"I know, honey," she said condescendingly.

"Oh, I'll get you back, don't you worry, sweetness," he replied, returning to the position of equal which, while he enjoyed thinking of as a pretense, was a necessary part of their relationship. She was after all human.

"Really, woman, it's morning, noon, and night, with you. I am not your personal sex toy," he teased.

"Of course you are," she said and then she kissed him. As she did, he wrapped his arms around her and she could feel him softly giving in again, insistently projecting the sense that his body existed only for her. But when the kiss ended he growled, "We'll just see who is whose sex toy," before letting her go. She'd have to be careful with him today, she thought to herself as she went to off to see if Ella, Malachi, Cassie, and Azazael were still there. This was one of those days when he was weakest for her and could reveal too much to others in his desire to please her.

Despite appearing to ignore what had happened, she was acutely aware of how he felt about her. It was exhilarating and terrifying at the same time, but the part of her that made her the best suited for this relationship knew that his immense power had to be restricted in this way. He had to love her and want to please her so that he would submit to her control. And he had to feel controlled or he would rebel like a child whose parents don't pay him enough attention. Since he had no real conscience, she was responsible for keeping his destructive activities to a minimum, the rest was just mischief. The fact that his power had never really been meant to be welded at his own discretion allowed him to be completely comfortable with the role he'd given her. That he sometimes reveled in his weakness for her was something that she had not expected but guilty enjoyed because she had her own issues that his affection had made disappear. But she could never really put her finger on why he enjoyed it so much. Why would a being of such immeasurable power be so happy to put her in charge of all of it?

Outside of these private experiences with him, she never allowed herself to think of him as being hers in the way that he so clearly professed that he was, because she understood better than he could possibly, how easy it would be for her to become corrupted. She also knew that she wasn't strong enough and couldn't possibly have enough time to monitor him or think of enough tasks to keep him entirely on the side of good. So she did her best to keep him balanced between the evil and the good and to keep him happy, because she loved him too.

He did understand these things, she was sure, because he'd become more careful about how he pressed the limits of her capabilities since the she had taken him back. He also did a very good job of being the confident, if self-important, man that was capable of assuring her of his love and acceptance of her independent ways, while making her feel protected, cared for, and normal. They always projected this aspect of their relationship among their friends and acted as the couple they all expected: dynamic and unpredictable. And actually most of the time theirs was a, relatively, normal relationship which she knew she needed, not only as a human woman but also as a counter-balance to his devotion.