Did I Mention Cuddling?---Lucifer's Point of View

  "Annelie, you're still hun-" Lucifer stopped himself short as he saw the chestnut-haired woman snoozing away on his bed, his second pillow stuffed into her arms. He sighed as he set down the pstic-covered pte in his hands onto the gss table in front of his bed with a soft cck-cck. "Really now... do you have no sense of danger? Falling asleep the moment I leave..." he muttered to himself as he approached her form, watching as she curled into an even tighter ball than before, trying to hug the pillow with her leg as well. "You didn't even throw a bnket over yourself." Almost automatically, Lucifer picked up the throw with the foot-sized wrinkle in it at the end of his bed and unfolded it. "How careless can you possibly be? You're going to freeze," he grumbled, about to throw the bnket over her before he realized what he was doing. Looked at the bnket, looked at his roaring fire, then put it back down again. "Well...the fire is plenty hot. I guess you'll survive."

  He was trying not to feel embarrassed that he was already treating her like a charge he had to take care of, even if that was more-or-less what Diavolo had entrusted him to do since she was so weak. He ruffled his hand into his hair, and Annelie made a soft groan as she turned towards him in her sleep, revealing the worst of her ruined clothing. It honestly surprised Lucifer that she didn't smell like hell with dirt and only Diavolo knows what else stained into her clothes. Her scks were certainly worse-for-wear, but her shirt had been torn twice in the front. Once, at the side, with frayed ends that appeared as if the tear had been made by a rabid beast - the skin was unmarked; she got away safely - and a less severe tear against the colr, probably a product of her getting it caught on something, somehow. But... Lucifer's eyes were a little interested to see a starkly bck mark peering out from said tear.

  His curiosity got the best of him, and he tucked the shirt down a little further to reveal some kind of tattoo, or rather a bck, shallow scar, scoring the flesh of her upper left chest. It had the shape of a disproportionate starburst, with about five points that were thick and stout a few others skewed to one side that were thin and long. He was mildly tempted to touch the bckened skin, wondering what could have caused it when, upon closer inspection, it did not look like ink. Among other things, something about it was... dare he say, unnerving. He wondered how many times she had been attacked before she came here, mentally making a note to ask her about it ter.

  "Mnng..." Annelie grumbled in her sleep, her hand seizing around the one peeling her shirt back, and Lucifer barely had the time to consider what she was doing before her fingers tched around his arm, pulling hard on it. He tried to pull himself away, but instead, she yanked him down to the bed with her, practically throwing him onto it before her arms and legs tched around him instead of her pillow. She was still lightly snoring as she nuzzled her head into the crook of Lucifer's neck, unperturbed by her new pillow's incredulity and annoyance. He'd thought this earlier when she wrestled herself out from underneath him, but the strength she was using wasn't human. True, he hadn't been resisting that hard at that point, but now, as he tried to extricate himself from her cuddling, he was actually finding it difficult to escape.

  "Hey, wake up," Lucifer growled at her, but she snoozed onward, some drool making itself known against his neck as she moved her head. "Oi. Annelie."

  ---Annelie's Point of View

  "...ake up..." Mmm? What's that nice smell? Maybe like wine by a firepce... or, no, it can't be grapes... that's not grapes... "Annelie." I heard my name. It's been a while since I was so warm in a dream though... I don't want to wake up yet... "Annelie."

  "Wass?" I slurred as I blearily opened my eyes to some kind of bckness.

  "Let. Me. Go. Now," said the pretty voice from before, and I automatically obeyed without really considering it.

  "Mmmkay..." I mumbled, rolling over sleepily, burying my head against the plush pillow under me, only to be rudely jolted up to a sitting position and roughly shaken like a cocktail drink. I slowly blinked my eyes open to find the furious red ones belonging to Lucifer. Why's he so grumpy already when I just woke up? "Mmn... Morning already?" And I was having such a good dream too...

  "What are you?" Lucifer asked sharply, and I blinked at him slowly as I woke up the rest of the way. 'What'? Not who? What does that question even mean? Apparently annoyed by my ck of understanding, he added, "You're clearly not human." What? How?

  "Um... I'm not?" I asked, my gaze lingering on the hands fixed around my shoulders. I imagined that if he just tightened his grip, he'd shatter the top of my humerus, which was not a scary thought at all.

  "Don't py dumb with me," he hissed. "Who are you, and what the hell are you doing here?" Does... Does he think I'm here to sabotage the Devildom or something? On what basis??

  "Well... My name is Annelie Gsgow," I said slowly, trying to watch his expression. "I am a college student, a corporate sve, and kind of a nobody. I don't really know why I'm here; I was just transported here at random when I was napping on the couch." Although...come to think of it... I think there was a voice at that time... A complete stranger must have been in my house! That'll be sure to give my neighbor more nightmares, the poor, paranoid guy. In hindsight, I guess it isn't really my problem though...

  "I'm not talking about the identity you're assuming here," Lucifer growled through gritted teeth, and I winced as his grip tightened on my arms.

  "Lucifer, you're going to have to help me here; I really don't understand why you're making this kind of accusation..." He grabbed my face instead, his fingers, digging into my cheeks as he pulled me closer to him, his irritation boiling off him in waves. He really thought that I had deceived him, and he was getting ready to kill me for it. God help me.

  "Your strength," he bit out slowly. "You pulled me off my feet. While you were ying down."

  "You look like you're-" I paused halfway through, realizing he was sitting in the same bed as me, and I worked my jaw in his hands a few times. "...wait a second." I gnced up and down at his rumpled appearance, reaching out to touch the material of his turtleneck. Holy shit, that wasn't a dream. I was actually cuddling someone. "O-Okay, Lucifer, I really don't know how I ended up using you as a pillow, but I can swear to you on my dad's stubborn Scottish blood that I was born and raised as a human in the human world to human parents." Lucifer's grip on my face became x.

  "You really don't know, do you?" he asked suspiciously, and I nodded at once.

  "Please don't try to test it by killing me," I requested, and Lucifer fully let me go, ruffling his hand through his hair again.

  "I'm not stupid," he grunted. "Looking after you was something Diavolo personally requested of me, even if you happen to not be human after all. I intend to do my job properly." Lucifer pinned me with his eyes again. "In the meantime, where on earth did you get that mark on your chest from?" Mark on...? I thought before I remembered the weird scar I found on me around the same time I came into the Devildom. I decided it would be better not to ask him why he knew about it.

  "I don't really know..." I said after a bit of fumbling for my answer. "After I met you in Devil's Hotspot, I found it maybe a day after that. Bloody creeped me out. Why?"

  "You didn't meet me there," Lucifer retorted, annoyed and ignoring my question.

  "Lucifer, you can't change history," I protested, and his fingers gripped my chin, tilting up my head to look him in the eye. For a moment, I thought my heart had actually skipped a beat.

  "I think you'll find I can be very persuasive towards history," he rumbled. "I'm already letting you off the hook for skipping on your tab."

  "Ah..." I guess... yeah. "Sorry. I swear I don't usually do that." Lucifer snorted at that, letting go of my face again, and I rubbed at the skin, a little annoyed that he was allowed to touch me as much as he wanted without repercussions. Admittedly, I did unconsciously cuddle him without his consent. Somehow.

  "I should certainly hope not," he replied, just as I noticed the pte sitting on the table some distance away, and I swallowed as I saw what appeared to be sausages. Food. Real food.

  "Stupid question," I said, pointing at said pte. "Are you going to eat that in front of me?" Please say no, please say no, please say no...

  "I wasn't pnning on it, no," he replied before his lips perked up into a slight smirk, clearly enjoying having fun with me. "I certainly can though."

  "...can I have it?" I asked, a little more timidly than I wanted to, but I was unfortunately realizing just how hungry I was. I wasn't even sure if I would have cared if he drugged it. Maybe not to kill me but just put me into a crippling amount of pain. He certainly seemed like the type, a little like that one vampire with a penchant for poisoning people.

  That smirk widened. Oh no.

  "What happened to going days without food?" he taunted me, and I internally cursed myself again.

  "That doesn't mean I'm not hungry," I protested, trying not to come off as desperate, but I think I was unfortunately failing on that front. And Lucifer was picking up on it quickly.

  "Why don't you beg me for it?" he practically purred, and my blood boiled a little at the thought of begging. I didn't like asking anyone for anything, let alone debasing myself to the point of acting desperate, even if I really was.

  "I don't have a tail, so I'm not going to wag it for you," I retorted hotly, and my stomach chose that particur moment to moan and howl in its emptiness. FEED ME! it cried, and I felt as if Lucifer had cornered me without doing anything.

  "Are you sure about that?" he asked serenely, and I hated him immensely in that second. Fucking sadistic prick.

  "...and how exactly do you want me to beg?" I asked eventually, and his smile became just as sweet as it was positively malicious.

  "I'll leave that to you to figure out." This... vvy-heided wankstain! I internally swore. I knew exactly how he wanted me to beg; it was written over his face as clear as day, and it was absolutely humiliating. That was what he wanted, probably to get back at me for earlier. This ruddy bastard wants me to act like a fuckin' puppy. I can't believe I cuddled this man and thought he was comfortable to hold... but... I gnced back over at the waiting dish of food, swallowing at the thought of it. Pride be damned... I'm way too tired and starving...

  I fell onto my back, trying to make myself look as pathetic as possible before I softly begged, "Please?" I could feel my face turned red as an apple with embarrassment, particurly as Lucifer reached his hand down and rubbed my belly with a soft chuckle. I don't want that to feel nice. Get your mitts off me.

  "Good girl," he praised, and I tried my hardest not to gre as he got up and retrieved my food before he handed the pte to me, his fingers lingering on the underside as I pulled it towards me. A warning that he could still take it.

  "Thank you... master," I ground out, and he relinquished his hold on the pte as I unwrapped it. Evidently, that had been exactly the response he'd been looking for.

  Smug arse. I'll get you back for this.