Author's Note: HI GUYS IT'S BEEN AWHILE.
Sorry 'bout that. This chapter is really long, plus I've been super busy with school. Ughh. So here I am updating instead of doing my science homework.
At this rate you may be stuck with me for yet another year. Oh whale.
Anyway, I hope this chapter makes up for the wait. Things get kinda hot here. ;)

Chapter Twenty Four - Date Shmate, Let's Make Out

I've never been good at being romantic. Obviously. I mean, I'm one of the absolute most evil beings to like.. ever exist.

Which is exactly why this whole fancy, lobster and candy-coated strawberries thing is making me very uncomfortable. It isn't Maou's loving gaze or the fact that Ashiya is begging to come out of the bathroom because the food smells good that's making me feel odd, it's literally the fact that this... emotion thing is so new to me.

Yeah, I've been in love with Maou for literally ever, but that's way beyond my point. I would have never thought he felt the same way about me. Frankly, I thought he'd only viewed me as this annoying, too-hard-working and bossy sex object, but nope. I was so wrong. He actually cares about me, and that's fucking great.

"I'm still really surprised you actually made this," Maou smiles. "Did you do it by yourself?"

"Oh, uh, I actually didn't. Alciel helped."

You would think it'd take a lot to surprise the devil, since he's seen everything, but nope. His eyes grew rather large and his jaw practically hit the floor.

"What?"

"Al..Alciel helped.."

"You're telling me you two actually worked together on something? No fighting, no murdering, no... nothing bad?"

"Nothing bad, yeah."

"Holy shit.. I cannot believe it.. That is amazing, absolutely amazing."

"I guess.."

Thinking about it now, he isn't wrong. It is pretty amazing. We used to always be at each other's throats, but we weren't today. We're probably going to be again soon, whether it be tomorrow or twenty minutes from now. Not arguing with him was actually.. really great.

"Well," Maou smiles his gorgeous smile that has the potential to completely cure cancer (that's just a metaphor, there's no cure. I made sure of it). "that makes this meal at least twenty times better, knowing that you guys actually got along for once while making it."

"Oh.. Uh, thank you, I think."

We finish our meal and move on to dessert, which, might I add, is probably the best thing I have ever created. Like, ever. And I've made a lot of good shit.

Maou decides to be really cheesy and feed me, so I guess he's probably going to expect me to do the same to him. Who would've thought Satan would be such a sap? I really couldn't ask for a better boyfriend, could I?

After I finish the strawberry, he leans in really close and looks into my eyes. It makes me feel really little compared to him, and extremely vulnerable.

"You know," he says, his voice as seductive as it could ever be. "as nice as this is, I'm kind of in the mood for something else now."

"Oh?" I try my best to keep my cool. "What would this something be?"

"Nothing too special." he purrs.

Next thing I know, his lips are against mine and I feel like literally exploding into a million tiny confetti hearts.
I kiss him back, of course, because why the hell wouldn't I?

The table in between us is annoying as shit. I want to touch him, all of him, but I can't really do it with everything in front of me. There's too much in the way; he needs to be as close to me as possible. So, I decide to crawl - yes, crawl - on top of the table. He smiles as I do so and places his hands on my hips once I get there. Inevitably, my hands automatically go into his hair, which, by the way, is really fucking soft. It also smells really nice and is such a pretty color and damn I'm getting off topic.

Is this what love truly feels like? Your mind goes off in every direction when you're with 'the one' and you feel like.. like you're floating? Like nothing else matters? Like no one can disrupt such a perfect time, even if someone actually does try to interfere?

After minutes, or what feels like it at least, we take a small break to catch our breath, our human lungs not being able to handle as much 'face-sucking' as we'd done eons before.

His breaths heavy and his eyes boring into mine, he leans closer, his tongue very slowly coming out of his mouth. I pulled him closer and kissed him, enjoying every second of him exploring my mouth even though it felt a bit odd. He tastes sweet, really sweet, and that only makes me want him even more.

I tugged his locks a bit, which led to him tightening his grip on me and pulling me into his lap. We're closer together now, and it feels amazing. His chest against mine, our heartbeats pounding against each other in-sync. Only a few layers of clothing separate us now, and I want all of them gone; I want to be as close to him as physically possible.

My hands move from his hair and down his neck, then over his shoulders and down his abdomen. He's in such good shape for someone who works around grease all day. You'd have to be an idiot to not be turned on by him, I don't care what your sexuality is.

His tongue slowly leaves my mouth and he pulls away, allowing me to take off his t-shirt. He moves his hands onto my ass and squeezes it a bit, making me squeak.

He laughs a little. "That was literally the cutest thing I have ever heard, Luci."

I punch his shoulder, my cheeks feeling hot. "Shut up!"

As he continues his giddiness tirade, I pull off my own shirt and throw it down on the floor next to me. Two layers down, four more to go.

Thankfully, he stops his laughter and catches on to my plan and pulls down my shorts. I kick them off and kiss him again, eagerly wanting the last three layers to disappear like they never existed.

Alciel knocks on the door again. "Hello? Is everything alright in there? Can I come out now?"

We ignore him.

Maou slowly lies down, my body on top of his. His hands are still on me, and they refuse to leave. Not that I want them to.

I stop kissing him, my lips instantly becoming cold and lonely, and sit up. He watches as I pull off his shorts. We look into each other's eyes as I pull off layer five.

And then layer six.

And we kiss again, hungry for each other. I'd felt lust before, but never like this. I don't want anything rough and meaningless.

I want it sweet.

I want it gentle.

I want it to be loving.

I want him.