Dance Dance [2/2]

[theinsaneeraser]

They came at us from all sides, Black eyes and teeth bared. There were people we knew mixed in, and some we didn't. I was just thankful that It wasn't any of my fellow actors - they were mostly fans I remembered from cons - or any of my family. I sucked in a deep breath and stepped forward, taking out a water gun that was filled with holy water... and everything happened all at once, so fast it was hard to keep up.

I threw my arm out, blade that had been covered in holy water, slicing out at the nearest demon. We didn't stop to wonder about the humans that were trapped inside, because we couldn't. We couldn't stop and second guess ourselves, every time we killed one of these fuckers, or sent them back to the hell they came from. It was survival of the fittest now, and none of us were willing to die, we'd all fought to long and hard just to roll over for our morals. It was the Apocalypse, and sometimes we needed to do things that were unsavoury, things we wouldn't normally do.

I brought up the gun and fired the holy water and salt mixture at anything in my path, making sure to stay close to the people next to me. I sliced out at throats and tendons, trying desperately to slow down any opponent, as some of the people closer into the circle yelled out the exorcism incantation, as loud as they could, and that's what we were banking on most, getting the demons out of their meat suites so we could leave, run before they could regroup.

It was working, just not fast enough. There were too many of them, and we weren't loud enough on our own. I cursed as salt got into my eye and looked around blindly at a scream. I lifted my head just in time to see a blurry shape in front of me yell "Close your eyes" and then everything went white. I closed my eyes a quickly as possible, sucking in air as the ground fell out beneath me.

I tumbled to the ground, along with some others before opening my eyes once more. Everything was tinted, shadowed before focusing as a face appeared in my view. I blinked and stared before recognizing it as Lucifer's. I opened my mouth but he pressed a finger to my lips, quieting me. I nodded and looked around at the group.

Most were on the ground, but some had clung to trees or wobbly legs to keep them up. There were some who were dead like name and some bleeding, but what caught my attention what Faith, who was cradling a weary looking Jade. She was obviously very hurt, a knife sticking out of her chest and blood coating her neck. I winced and crawled over, slapping away the hand that tried to stop me.

"She got caught in the cross fire." Faith explains. "Everyone thought everyone was a demon, I think that was their plan... she's not going to last long, even if the gash in her throat is only shallow. If we move the knife in her heart I'm sure she'll die."

I nodded in agreement, I could see the light fading in her eyes, it was slow but it wouldn't be long now. I cursed and placed a hand on her shoulder, smiling softly.

“N-Na, I’ll be okay Faith, you worry too much.” Jade chuckled, which faded into a wheezing cough. She clenched her fist, which was over her chest and sucked in a shuddering breath. “You… you should go.” She closed her eyes. “They’ll be back, and they’ll be stronger.” She gasped, eyes going a little wide before settling back down. “You… you too Faith.”

“No, Jade. I told you the day we met, it was us or death.” She took Jade’s hand in hers and squeezed. “Not leaving you. Jensen tell Richard he’s still my favourite actor, and tell Vicky thanks for everything.” She chuckled. “I never thought I’d make it to the end, but you guys have to. Use Lucifer as much as you can, but be careful. He may hate lies, but that won’t stop him from twisting some truths, or using some… sexual means to get you into things. He has it out for you Jen, weather that’s a good thing or a bad thing; I didn’t have time to find out.”

“What are you going to do?” I ask and she looked up at me with misty eyes. I know what shed do, and she’d say something different, something to ease my guilt, to make me move faster; because she was right, they would be coming back.

“I’ll catch up with you guys if I get the chance, but I want to stay here with Jade for now, go one.” she squeezed Jade’s hand. “Go!”

I watched her before cursing and getting to my feet. I looked at the rest – they’d all heard – and waved them off. Vicky turned back to look at them, she’d grown close with them as Faith had become her little shadow. I closed my eyes and kept walking, and when an arm appeared around my shoulder I leaned into it, no matter how cold the body was. I gripped at his shirt and just kept walking. Crying would not bring them back.

When the sound of gun-shots reached my ears, the firm hand on my shoulder kept me from turning and looking back. Bullets would have done nothing, but who knows; maybe Faith had real magic. I stifled a chuckle that threatened to turn into hysteria, and instead focused on the cold breath whispering encouraging things in my ears. I relaxed into the touch, into the securities. I should have pushed him away, should have found Jared or Mark or Misha.

Instead I found comfort in the devil.

That comfort only lasted for a few minuets. We’d gotten far enough away that we were sure that no one was following us. I was wrong, a shape walked out of the darkness and curling snow, heading our way but Lucifer stopped me from going after it. I looked to him and blinked at his focused look at the approaching figure. I turned my attention back to it, and as she – because she was female – got closer I started to recognize who it was.

My heart sank into my stomach and my already-numb limbs froze.

She stopped a few feet from the group, and no one made a sound. She had longer red hair that had a soft wave, with more of a soft curl towards the end. She had soft brown eyes with a slight honey-color towards the edges and wore a pair of blue jeans and a dark-green shirt that just missed her wrists, with a low-cut v neck. She stopped where she was, black pumps sinking into the snow as she placed a hand on her hip.

“You are a hard bunch of people to find.” She spoke in that voice I knew all to well and the world started to spin. “Lucifer.” She greeted before looking to me, her eyes flashing black as she smiled. “Hello darling.”

The ground suddenly rushed up at me as strong arms failed to catch me as I plummeted. There was the sound of crunching snow and I recognized Jared’s well-worn jeans as he fell to his knees beside me. I could feel a comforting hand on the small of my back, small and feminine – Genevieve? – keeping me from falling backwards as I stared at the woman who had been my wife.

I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. Jared helped remind me to close it with his hand and the world shifted as I felt the darkness creep up on me; I was dangerously close to passing out. Danneel, I had believed she had died, that she had been swallowed up in some crack that had opened up on the highway towards set. I had spent time, and so had workers, looking for her, waiting for her before I’d had no choice but to leave, yet here she was; alive.

No, that wasn’t Danneel. It was a demon pretending to be her, using her as a meat suit and suddenly anger welled up in me. I felt the need to lash out, to attack the demon who dare pretend to be Danneel. Jared held me back though and Lucifer let out a heavy sigh, shaking his head.

“That is indeed your wife Jensen; she has just been in… hell this whole time. And now she’s not.” He looked at my wife, or not wife or… I was confused and hurting and suddenly felt the urge to be sick.

“I don’t… how…” I groaned and let my head fall forward as I felt my vision swim. The hand on my back started to move slowly and soothingly as I tried to speak again. “She’s Danneel, not just a demon using her skin? That’s my wife?” I just couldn’t believe it, then again she’d been in hell for the last year and it had only taken Dean four months to crack. Danneel was a strong girl too, but... I just couldn’t grasp it.

“It’s me honey.” She answered and walked over. Jared stiffened but didn’t stop her as she knelt down in front of me, pushing Jared to the side. “I’m a little different, stronger even, but it’s still me.” She grins and leaned in. “Just ask you’re little friend, though from what I hear, he’s become more then just a friend.” She tapped my nose. “I didn’t know you were into men dear.”

“I’m not.” I quickly scrambled. “He’s just a molesting angel who apparently knows all of mine, and Dean’s, turn on stops.” I could feel my face heat up when she laughed. It wasn’t her normal laugh. She had this wonderful, lively laugh, this sounded like razorblades dipped in honey. Just sweet enough to entice, but sharp enough to cut. “You’re a lot different.” I whispered and she cupped my cheeks.

“I still know how to make you smile.” She whispered and leaned closer. “And how to kiss you, and I remember everything, and I mean everything.” She leaned forward and kissed me and I couldn’t help the pained whimper that slid past my slips, which she swallowed. “I’m still me, just a little less human and a little less… emotional.” She chuckled and patted my cheek. “Though I’m not the only one who has changed.”

“She has been out of hell for a few weeks, I know because I’ve run into her since. That’s why I told you she wasn’t dead, not that you knew what I was talking about. Then you had that little hypothermia problem, and it left your mind completely. She’s been watching you and I’ve been watching her. She doesn’t mean you harm, but she doesn’t mean you good either.” Lucifer eyed her. “She’s also not under Sammael’s impression, though she’d not in my back pocket either.”

“What can I say? Team Danneel has such a nice ring to it, don’t you think?” She chuckled and kissed me again, and this time I couldn’t stop myself from kissing back, from greedily taking everything she could give me. I’d missed Danneel and I’d only just started to accept she was dead, I wasn’t over her and I probably never would have been… but now? Now I just couldn’t wrap my mind around what I was supposed to do.

“Danneel.” Genevieve called from behind me. “Enough. He’s suffered enough this past year, don’t tease him.”

I didn’t know if I was grateful or angry when Danneel’s lips left mine, but my head was swimming with the kiss and the shock of everything that had happened. I closed my eyes and leaned back into Genevieve, letting her – and Jared – support me as I tried not to pass out for the second time. My stomach lurched and it took all of my self control not to loose everything I’d eaten, which hadn’t been a lot.

“I think we should camp here.” Misha stated and his voice was unnaturally serious – did I look that bad? “We’ll talk about all this after, right now I think Jensen needs to take a nap, and maybe eat something.” I let them drag me to our feet. “Lucifer, I suggest you and Danneel have a talk, and see where you stand.” And then I was lead over to the rest of them and wrapped in blankets.

I passed out against Jared well before they had started setting up camp.


I woke up in the middle of the night in a warm bed, and I knew instantly that I was dreaming. I sighed and sank back into the overtly-soft mattress, pulling the blankets around me closer and over my head. I knew who was the cause of this, and when the bed dipped off to the side, I instantly knew who had was there. I didn’t move to check, I didn’t have too, a hand on my stomach told me that the hand was male, and belonged to Lucifer.

“What about Mark, how does he feel about you using his body to molest me? He had a wife you know, and he loved her very much.” I asked and tried to shift away from the touch on my stomach. “What happened to her? And I don’t think he’d like you touching other guys with his hands… and other parts.”

“His wife, like so many humans, are dead Jensen.” Lucifer answered. “And Mark isn’t completely opposed to touching you.” he chuckled and no, my cock did not twitch in interest at that. “Want me to prove it?”

“No, no that’s okay.” I said and scrambled into a sitting position. “Besides, I don’t like men, and before to bring up that time in the forest, that was cheating. My nipples are sensitive.” I grumbled and looked away before yelping as an arm wrapped around my waist, plastering me to Lucifer’s chest. “Stop it, let me go damn it!” I could feel my heart rate speed up in panic and something else I didn’t want to think about.

“I swore on my Grace That I would not touch you in any way that you didn’t want.” he whispered. “But here I am, touching you, and there is nothing happening.” He chuckled and leaned over. “Because a part of you does this, apart of you is thrilled about this.” he bit down on my earlobe. “Shall we see what else you secretly wish to explore?” he asked and pushed me back against the bed.

“Fuck, Lucifer, you bastard!” I snapped and shoved at his chest, but my struggles were ignored and lips pressed against mine.

I could have moved my head to the side, I could have kept shove at him, bit down on his lip, or tongue when he slid it into my mouth. Instead I gripped at his shirt and fought the urge to press closer. I opened my mouth to him and let out a shuddering breath as his tongue found all sorts of sensitive places in my mouth, breaking move of my resolve. I felt my eyes flutter close as he kissed me deeply and meaningfully… and lovingly.

By the time he pulled back I was limp in his hold, pliant and panting. I licked my lips and stared up at him with misty eyes before my lips were taking in a much more rougher kiss, something needy and possessive. I groaned and kissed back, pressing myself flush against him, giving into that hunger inside me that craved this, needed this touch. His hands moved up my shirt, removing it with a quick break of lips. The kiss was quickly rekindled though, and I found his cold, bare chest against mine.

My eyes went wide as I got ready to protest, but his lips brushed my chin, and then my neck, drawing a soft gasp from my lungs. I shivered and arches when he nipped at the skin, softly, teasingly; testing. I closed my eyes again, moaning as he sucked on the skin there, tongue teasing at the flesh, soothing the bites. I arches harder as his bites become harder, fisting my hands in his hair and tugging, not knowing if I wanted him closer or farther away.

“Still don’t want this?” he asked, moving his lips downwards and brushing them against a nipple. “Tell me, right now that you don’t want me to touch you, and don’t lie, and I will back off. I will not touch you again until you tell me too.”

My mind was swirling, still tangled from Danneel coming back, though as a demon and the way his tongue kept teasing my skin, just next to my nipple… I couldn’t think straight. I groaned and tugged him back up for a kiss, to free my head from the fuzzy feelings he was giving it, but the kissing only seemed to make it harder.

“Give me an answer Jensen.” He ordered and I shook my head.

“I can’t… I don’t… I don’t know what I want.” I squirmed and Lucifer chuckled, removing my jeans. “I can’t think, not when you keep doing that, keep removing clothes, making more skin, and your lips…”

Lucifer chuckles and tugged off my boxers. “You want the then.” He whispers and before I could reply he took me into his mouth. My eyes went wide and I cried out, thrusting up into the cold-yet-warmth of his mouth. I scrambles against the sheets, trying to grab something, and settling for Lucifer’s hair. He took my down completely, swallowing me and causing me to moan, before bobbing his head, tongue sliding down my shaft and curling around the head.

My brain malfunctioned after that, getting lost in the slow drag and curl of his tongue and the teasing grate of his teeth. He hallowed out his cheeks and hummed and all I could do was babble helplessly. This was probably, not definitelyright.

He took me down, deep throating me one last time and that was all it took. I shouted when I came, sitting up and bending over him as my breath came out in ragged pants. My grip on his hair tightened and he milked me through it, swallowing everything I gave before sliding off my cock with an obscene pop and grinning, pressing his slick lips against mine. I groaned at the slightly-salty taste of my own come before quickly licking it away until all that was left was Lucifer.

I slowly relaxed, falling back against the bed, eyes wide as I stared at the ceiling. I knew the high of orgasm was wearing off and shock was settling in. I’d just let Lucifer, the devil, suck me off. I had let him kiss me, had tasted myself on his lips and kissed him back… and I wanted to do it again; many times. I threw an arm over my face and tried to righten my brain, reminding it just who they were dealing with, but for once both brains were in agreeance.

“We could do it again, I know you want to.” He whispered, hovering over me. “Or we could do something else.” He finger trailed over my entrance, causing me to shiver. “You want this too Jensen? I think you do.” He prodded and I squirmed. “But not today.” He chuckled and leaned over. “It’s time for you to wake up, time for us to move on. Sammael knows I have sought your help, and he will be coming to dispose of us, and we need to be gone before he does. I can hide our tracks, but this place has been compromised.”

I opened my eyes to look at him, moving my arm, groaning when he snuck in one last kiss, biting down on my bottom lip before I was jolted away. I blinked and looked around the camp, some people were up an about, while others still asleep. I sighed and rubbed at my face, looking down at the wet spot in my pants and cursed, earning a chuckle from the tent entrance. Lucifer stood there, Danneel giving me a knowing look from beside him.

I glared at Lucifer and avoided looking at my wife… ex-wife I reminded myself, or not; I wasn’t sure. Everything was too confusing for me to think about right now. I sighed and got to me feet, working on rousing everyone up. It seemed like Danneel was here to stay though, and I didn’t know if I was happy or saddened by that. These were things that I was going to have to think about later though. We were getting close to the border, and cities, it was going to start getting more dangerous.

I didn’t need anymore distractions then I already had.


The next few weeks went by quickly. We’d passed into the USA, and that’s when things had gotten difficult. We had fended off five attacks, all only wins due to Danneel and Lucifer, and then we’d camp. We salvaged food and other things we hadn’t been able to, living in the middle of no where. It seems that with most of the worlds population dead, or possessed and the freezing had saved most of the non-perishables, and if the cold had set in a little quicker, there would have been more of the perishables as well.

We were careful where we set up camps, in small houses or apartments with only two exists, one to get in and one to get out. Some would think that was a stupid idea, wince they could be easily blocked, but when you had an archangel who could easily blast them out of the way, it was less guards, and more sleep.

The nightly visits by Lucifer continued as well, though he never did follow through with his promise to go past blow-jobs and hand-jobs. This had surprised me more then I would care to admit, but it was pleasant. It was more late-night gropes and frottage, the brush of skin on skin, or the wet warm-cold of a mouth. He never pressured me to pleasure him, never pressured me to even touch him, he just took me over the edge again and again until my head spun.

I was starting to fear that worst, that I was falling in love, but pushed those thoughts to the back of my head. I’d been talking to Danneel more anyways, getting close with her again, finding out what was the same and what had changed wince we’d been together. It was like having to fall in love all over again, expect without the love.

We had tried, we had gotten naked and ready and we had kissed and touched, but there was nothing there. The passion wasn’t the same, more a drive just to be naked, then to be together. It hurt, hurt more then I let on, because I had truly loved Danneel, she had been my one true love, the one I wanted to spend my life with, but Hell may have left someone of her in there, but not enough to rekindle the fire of our marriage.

It was after we’d redressed and I way laid out on the floor with her against me, black eyes towards the ceiling that she told me why she was here. She had had full intentions to go to Sammael, that her survival instincts, and demonic nature had demanded it, but a part of her, some little slice of humanity, had made her come find me, made her make sure I was still alive. It was then that she’d run into Lucifer and figured out his plan. She was here based on her own needs, if Lucifer won – which she said seemed like a good chance – he’d leave her alone, not kill her when he destroyed the rest of the demonic existence.

It made since, and a part of me felt pride that I had been the reason she came in the first place, but it only made that hole in my chest grow bigger. I knew now, even with her within my reach, curled into my side so naturally, that I’d never have her. It was worse then knowing she was dead, at least then I knew she’d be somewhere better – hopefully – and that she still loved me… now? Now it was over, and there was no body, but the remains of our marriage as a grave.

That night when I fell asleep, I woke up wrapped in the arms of a soothing angel, an understand angel. I curled into the devil and I cried. I’m not ashamed to ad it I broke down, I kicked and punched and screamed. This is where Dean and I are separated, he is an emotional cripple, and I care just a little too much. That was the first night since he started entering my dreams, that we didn’t have sex, that we just lay there, my eyes red and watery from my tears as he told me stories of heaven, heaven before the fall; when he too was happy.

“I’m not Dean, you know that right?” I murmured and he nodded, running a hand through my hair. “I’m never going to be him, I am my own person and even I act like him sometimes, or a lot, even if I put on his face to make it through the day; I’m not him.” I closed my eyes and curled into him tighter. “I’m not going to be your Dean replacement.”

“And I never asked you too. I knew from the moment that I first kissed you, first entered your dreams as Danneel; saw the passion and love in you’re eyes, your worn yet still alive eyes… that you were not Dean. Dean may act alive, may be able to scrap up the remains of love, but he does not have the deep, burning passion that you do. He does not have the ability to love someone with everything he has and more, because he is emotionally stunted. I didn’t mind that, I understood it even.”

I looked at him, and for once there was a serious look on his face.

“He was damaged, broken, and he tried, he tried to hard to give me everything he could. I had never seen such a thing like that in a human. My own brothers had abandoned me, yet he was willing to try as hard as he could to make sure I was happy, and at first I thought it was just for his brother, but eventually I learned he needed it. He needed to be accepted, to be loved; to know he wasn’t a failure, that he hadn’t messed everything up.

“So I gave it to him. I gave him everything I had, and it was… nice. We fed off each other, made each other stronger. Then I met you, someone who looks like Dean, down to you’re perky nipples.” He grinned a little. “But different in so many ways. You were so bright, so vibrant. You still had so much fight left in you, so much drive; a fire. A fire and passion that had long since died within Dean. I’m pretty sure Hell removed that from him, stripped him bare and froze him like it had me

“But you make everything war, you make me warm. I haven’t been warm since entering the cage, Jensen. I’m not about to give you up.” He leaned over. “Not even if you refuse to give me yourself, I will stick by you, feeding off that warmth, that flame, keeping it going, making sure it didn’t die along side Dean’s. That’s why I made that deal with Danneel. You may no longer love her as you once did, but she still matters, her dying again would only crush you more.”

I closed my eyes and laid my head on his chest, curling closer. I could feel the tears returning to me once again. I didn’t know what to do, what to say to what he’d just said. It stirred feelings in me I thought only Danneel would ever do. I gripped at his shirt and stared up at him, taking his hand in mine and kissing it. I may not have been ready to give him everything, but I could give him this, the warmth and the care, because as much as it freaked me out, Lucifer cared about me. And he was going to keep on caring about me, why couldn’t I give a little bit of that back?

We stayed like that until the sun came up, until I was roused from my bed by a sleepy Richard. It was the first night that I had truly felt okay again, like before this mess happened; like myself. I found myself smiling, and joining in with everyone when they laughed. I found myself being apart of the gang again, and not just being a leader.

I knew it wouldn’t last, and last it didn’t. Because before we could manage to leave camp, Sammael found us, and things went down hill from there.


The tree’s never seemed to end as I was half lead-half dragged by my ex-wife. Richard, Misha, and Vicky – with West – were behind us as we were lead away from the fighting. We had lost Mark, Genevieve, Jared and Sebastian somewhere back there. We had been out numbered by demons, and Fallen. Lucifer had gone into battle with Sammael – and a few of the fallen – and the demons had swarmed us. He’d ordered Danneel to take me and the others and run. We had no clue what had happened to the others, only that we were running.

I wanted to go back, needed to go back. I needed to make sure he was okay, that he’d survive. I needed to help him fight, to be by his side and kill any son-of-a-bitch that dare try and kill him. I couldn’t run, couldn’t flee like this while he, and the others, were in danger, but Danneel’s grip on my wrist kept me in place, kept my feet moving under me and the crunch of snow under foot echoed in my ears like war drums.

There was a soft crying sound – most likely from West and Then the louder crunch of snow, like someone falling. Danneel finally stopped and I turned around – my wrist still in her grip – to see Vicky sitting on the ground, holding a crying West. She looked up at Misha who knelt down, taking West, trying to calm him down. He must have been upset about the fighting, and the lack of Sebastian.

“I can’t run anymore, I twisted my ankle back there, and as much as I know I have to keep going, I can’t do it.” She sighed. “I would tell you to take West and go on without me, but you wont, you can’t loose us both.” She smiles and opens up her arms so Misha could come sit close with West between them. “So you all have to go on without us.”

“No, no she’s right, I can’t run anymore either. I’m forty two years old and short, with even shorter legs, I can only run so far, and I can’t leave Jared and Genevieve, I have to go back and find them.” He put his hands on his knees. “I shouldn’t have left them, I feel like shit.” He flops down. “After I remind my lungs how to work, I’ll go back.”

“We should keep going.” Danneel stated in a voice that left no room for objections… but I objected anyways.

“I can’t leave them, I don’t want to leave them. I didn’t want to leave in then first place. I may not be sleeping with any of them, and we may not be blood relatives, but they are my family, they have been since this show started. I can’t just abandon them, I can’t. Danneel, I know you’ve changed, and you’re different, but if there is any part of you left in there, you’ll understand.”

Danneel stared at me for a few more moments before sighing and letting go of my wrist, running a hand through her hair. “Alright, fine, we’ll go back, but if Lucifer roasts my ass, I’m taking it out on you.” She waves a hand. “Well, lets no diddle daddle, get going!” she ushered Vicky, Misha and Richard to their feet.

So we took off back towards the fighting, which had seemed to die down. We caught a few demons running away from the scene, cutting them down with some knives that Danneel had provided us a week ago. They were much like Ruby’s knife, and one of them probably was, or similar. They worked great on cutting down demons, and I was glad to find that none of them looked like our abandoned friends.

When we finally arrived on the scene it was a mess of blood, mangled bodies and soot. The snow around the area was gone, melted and then evaporated. There were feather’s and what looked like bodies of angels – fallen probably – and in the middle of it all was Lucifer. He held a man that looked no older then Nick himself with sleek black hair and thin, brown eyes. He was staring up at Lucifer with a soft smirk, whispering something before Lucifer ripped something – Grace, twisted, mutilated Grace – from his back and snapped his neck.

He took the Grace into himself and let out a soft breath before crumpling. I quickly ran to his side, sliding down beside him and grabbing his shoulder’s looking over him; but he was smiling.

“What?” I asked and stared at him as if he was a crazed loon – it’s what he looked like. He just laughed and grabbed my cheeks, leaned in and kissed me. I made a surprised squeaks and places my hands over his, gripping them but I melted into the kiss, relaxing as I let him take this, this small thing, and if people were staring, They didn’t say anything.”

“Why’d you idiots come back?” Genevieve snapped somewhere off to my left – Lucifer’s kisses were a little more important then her position. She sounded a little strained, but I could hear Jared’s laughter and that helped me relax more.

“Screw that, why the bloody hell didn’t you come back sooner?” Mark called in his thick accent. “Haven’t you seen the end of titanic.”

“That really was a horrible movie.” Sebastian added and I chuckled against Lucifer’s lips. “Well, isn’t that a sight to see.” He was probably talking about the fact that Lucifer was trying to suck off my face, but we broke so I could breathe.

He placed his forehead against my own and it was then that I knew I’d fallen. I’d stepped over that line and hell, the sex was good. I knew it wasn’t perfect, that Lucifer was far from perfect, that he’d out-live me by millions of years, but maybe, maybe I could have that slice of happiness back… just maybe.

It would be a bumpy road, but it was defiantly worth it.