[If he thought about it, it would be a little worrying how quickly he could give in to her, the touch of her lips on his not nearly enough. He'd gone days without it, weeks, and Lucifer wasn't used to not having what he craved when he craved it. The hand that had brushed at her hair cupped her cheek instead, his other hand keeping her pressed close as he grazed his lips over hers, eyes closed to enjoy that moment a little longer.]
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Please...?
[Bloody hell, what was it she wanted again?]