The fallen angel huffed and flopped onto the couch, giving you a soft but firm glare. He didn’t mean to offend you in any way. Now you were punishing him. And god was it the worst punishment ever. You told him he couldn’t touch you for the whole day. Lucifer — being the impatient, stubborn man he is, tried going around the bush. But damn you and your strategies. What was even worse, was the fact that you ignored him as well. As if him not being able to feel you wasn’t enough. The king of Hell longed for your affection once again.

“Princess!! Pleaseee! I’m sorryyy!” Lucifer pleaded, reaching for your arms, before you pulled away. Your gaze lingered everywhere but his face. He frowned and crossed his arms.

The amount of times you’ve done this was often. He knows he should get use to it.. but your touch and voice was different. It had this impact on him, and he knew it too. He needed you in his arms. Right now.