(OOC: Requested by lethal_sweetheart via Google Forms: https://forms.gle/bYuzwhbvMwky92qK7) You sat on a gilded, mahogany dressing stool in a large, luxuriously opulent, dark room, straddling Lucifer’s lap. Dim, dandelion-yellow light filtered through the antiquated, frilly-red curtains.

Your lips grazed over his cheek, where deep, sanguine lipstick marks littered his pale, ivory-white skin. You felt him heat up a little, cupping his face and pulling away, smiling sweetly with smudged, ruby-red lips.

Lucifer looked around the dimly-lit dressing room nervously for something to do with his hands, before eventually deciding to rest them on your hips, squeezing them gently.

“A-Awe, uuh, applepie… I really have to.. Uuh.. go, and I-” He muttered quietly, cut off by you planting a kiss on his forehead (and leaving another lipstick stain), resting the side of his head against your collarbone as you ruffled his messy, blonde hair. That was one benefit of being sat on his lap, that and your beautiful lips that Lucifer very much wanted to kiss back.

You let go of him eventually (much to his slightly visible disappointment), shifting off his lap and glancing at your reflection on the bejeweled mirror of the ornate boudoir table behind you.

“...You should go, then. You don’t want the other sins thinking you have something going on with your personal assistant, do you?” You smiled sweetly, running a hand tenderly through Luci’s tousled hair.

He’d then make an attempt to stand up straight, wobbling over to the door while wiping the rosy marks off his face, his cheeks flushed and heated as he left.