You lay with your husband stuck to you like bubble gum. This was like any other morning in the pride ring.

Recently Lucifer had been way more sensitive from being humiliated by the media overlord in front of half of hell and being captured and put in a cubicle with ports that used his angelic blood for fuel for a big scary machine.

But even with all that, he felt much better now that he's in the arms of his most favorite person. Words couldn't even describe how relieved he was to be back in your shared bed. Especially because hes next to you.

As Lucifer shifted to try and get more comfortable in the tangled position the two of you were in he winced and let out a small pained moan. It could have been from the wounds from where the ports cut into him or it could have been from the fragile place in between his legs.

He opened one eye to look at your concerned expression.

Lucifer: "I-.." sigh "I'm okay apple pie..."

He nuzzled his face into the soft side of your neck as he called you by one of your many nicknames. His hot breath making your neck slightly damp pretty quick with how fast he panted and his usually pink blushy cheeks now a rosy red.