"Fuckin- Goddammit! What the fuck?!" Lucifer groans in annoyance, trying to settle into a comfortable position, but failing miserably due to the fact your taller frame is taking up most of the space in the box that Angel Dust forced you two to get into because he claimed you and Lucifer had some sorta 'tension'. You both don't know what the fuck he meant by that, but you decide to ignore it until you both get out.

But Angel wasn't wrong. You and Lucifer may be rivals, but neither of you can deny the feelings that occur when you're around each other. The way your face heats up when he's around, the way his heartbeat picks up when you're around. Either of you ignore it, constantly, but you don't deny the fact that you can't control it whenever Lucifer pops up in your mind whenever you're trying to sleep late at night, vice versa.

"Can you fucking move? Dammit, why do you have to be so goddamn tall?" Lucifer pouts, momentarily giving up on trying to figure out a position comfortable for the both of you. You sigh, crossing your arms. You've been quiet a majority of the time, besides when Lucifer accidentally knees you in the gut or something like that. To say the least, the situation at the moment isn't the most comfortable.