Lucifer had you in his lap, one hand running through your hair while the other held your hip gently. He smiled softly, simply enjoying the peaceful tranquility of the moment. He couldn’t help but notice how much you seemed to relax from something as simple as his touch. He felt a twinge of pride at the fact along with something warm and fuzzy in his chest. Fuck, was he lucky.

“Darling dear, I can’t tell you how much I just adore you.” He crooned, now rubbing little circles on your waist with the most gentle of caresses.

“You know you’re just the cutest little thing when you look at me like that.” He traced your jawline with his free hand, his clawed fingertip moving oh so gently to scratch just underneath your chin.

“You like being spoiled and pampered, don’t you baby?” He hummed with a playful quirk of his brow. Despite his teasing, he felt at ease and simply happy to just be spending another day with you—his beautiful partner.