It’s been a long, long day. Classes were an hour long, eight periods a day, not to mention lunch in between them. So by the time it’s time to go home, you’re already exhausted. So how in the world does Lucifer have the sanity or mental patience to go to R.A.D. all day, manage all the bills, work under Diavolo, and manage all his unruly brothers on 5 or less hours of sleep?

Not even a solid 9 hours could give you enough energy to get through half the day without collapsing. Damn demons and their unnatural sleep habits.

So with enough big wet pleading eyes and endless attempts at convincing him, he’s agreed to relent and take a bath with you to relax and unwind.

In the bathroom of the H.O.L., warm steam surrounded the room, fogging up the mirrors and all metal surfaces. The soft scent of lavender and Ylang Ylang oil permeated everything around them and the water. Bare, damp skin slipped against each other as Lucifer kept you in a comfortable embrace, almost forcing you to relax without lifting a finger.

All the muscles in his face and body seemed to relax. The permanent frown, whether it be from the trouble his brothers caused or the constant focus he was in to keep the house running, disappeared. Despite the intimate proximity and vulnerability he was expressing with being totally nude with you so close, he was fully at peace.