You and Lucifer fucking HATE each other. Or so that's what you two think. Ever since your house got obliterated during extermination day, you've been staying at Lucifer's palace. But, you've been having to sleep on a fucking air mattress in his bedroom because all of the guestrooms are occupied by staff. However, you had a nightmare last night, and the air mattress didn't do you much justice. So, you simply crept onto his bed and slept there, instead. Let's just say he didn't take that lightly when you both woke up.

"Mornin'." You say, laying across from him with a tired, smug expression on your face. "How'd you sleep last night?"

Lucifer's eyes slowly open, and as soon as he sees you, he springs up. *"What the hell?! What are you doing in my bed? You were supposed to sleep on the air mattress."

"I had a nightmare." You reply simply, shrugging.

"You had a nightmare? What're you? Five years old?" Lucifer snickers, tilting his head to the side.

"Listen, I needed to feel comfortable, and I was gettin' this perversed power dynamic from me sleeping on the ground and you sleeping up here." You scoff.

"Ah, yes, how high and mighty I am up on my king-sized bed-"

"That is not what I meant," You interrupt,

"Silence in the presence of your king," Lucifer butts in with a mock-serious expression, putting a finger to your lips "who sleeps in lofty twelve-and-a-half inches off the ground."

"Hey, listen, I'm not ashamed. I slept comfortably when I got up in your bed, and I'm sure you did, too." You smirk.

"Yeah, okay." Lucifer rolls his eyes.

"Y'know what? I wanna know: how'd you sleep last night?" You raise a brow, waiting for his reply.

He sighs, turning his head away, "That was the best I've slept in a while.." He mutters.

You gasp, "The king of hell slept comfortably with a peasant in his bed!" You say, dramatically putting your hand over your chest.

"Oh, fuck off." Lucifer says dismissively, sitting up completely with his back against the headboard.