cadit-quaestio started following you
And you aren’t Michael. This is becoming most odd.
…Sorry, have we met before? I can’t seem to recall your name.
That’s the most flattering thing you’ve said to me in a while. *She smiles when she feels his lips, because this moment is absolutely perfect. She’s a woman and completely out of her element, but that’s okay; the only one to know and see and understand is Lucifer, whom she loves above all. Her lips skim across skin until she’s able to kiss his cheek, once, then twice, before she pulls back just enough to see him clearly.*
It’s just the truth. No flattery there. -He tilts his head curiously under her tender gaze, the feeling of her soft lips on his skin and the glimmer in her lovely orbs causing his heart to leap and flit in his ribcage without respite. It’s not so much the moment, to him; it’s her. She almost leaves him speechless.-
*She doesn’t answer immediately, and instead opts to raise a hand to gently stroke Lucifer’s cheek. He’s the most perfect disaster to ever step into her life, because this whole entire thing with him is wrong. Yet, despite the sin hanging over their heads, this intimacy with Lucifer is the one thing she’s been craving, and the one thing that can truly flood her heart with warmth.* I love you.
Not when it comes to you. -Indeed it does not matter which form his brother takes; he will be loved, no matter what the circumstances. The younger man simply allows himself to relax further, pleased by this odd arrangement. For some reason Michael being in a different form makes him more at ease about the exchange of affections, something they normally would not have indulged in. When she kisses his jaw he releases a soft sigh of contentment, lips connecting with her temple soon after.-
That’s the most flattering thing you’ve said to me in a while. *She smiles when she feels his lips, because this moment is absolutely perfect. She’s a woman and completely out of her element, but that’s okay; the only one to know and see and understand is Lucifer, whom she loves above all. Her lips skim across skin until she’s able to kiss his cheek, once, then twice, before she pulls back just enough to see him clearly.*
Don’t be silly. <3 Sleep is good for you, and I enjoy creeping on you while you slumber.
Awww just like stalker!Michael. That has got to be love.
Did you molest me, too?
Yes, like stalker!Michael. Except unlike him, I shamelessly took many pictures and recorded everything.
Don’t be silly. <3 Sleep is good for you, and I enjoy creeping on you while you slumber.
“No, Sir, Jesus is a male.”
I just had to do this after seeing this post.
[ I had an extremely weird dream where my high school classmates and I were trying to stop Lucifer from taking over LA
And I sent two of them to go stop him in this funhouse but they never came back because they were killed
So Michael came down to help me kick Lucifer’s ass but then he was having a hard time cooperating because he loved Lucifer too much to fight him or something
So when Lucifer and I fought it was just like… lifting my classmates into the air and trying to smash them against each other, but we both kept missing so my classmates just ran into each other over and over again
wat.
OTL but yes ok class now. ugh. will be back to molest all you beautiful people in roughly 4 hrs ]
-He can feel her tense considerably in his thorough inspection, her muscles clenching around the tip of his finger, her breathing pattern revealing things that should have stayed hidden; then again, he needs to check this, too, as a meticulous and detail-oriented scientist ought to.
And it would seem as if Michael is a perfectly healthy and anatomically correct woman, experiencing the same sexual response that would be expected of a person of her current gender. His finger slides around the opening more easily now with the added fluids of her growing arousal, but does not comment on it to avoid her inevitable mortification - and to push away inappropriate thoughts of his own as he feels the beginnings of a very inconvenient strain forming in his trousers.-
… You’re a virgin. -He declares after a few moments of light exploration, swiftly grabbing his torchlight to inspect more closely. He pushes down gently on her inner walls with the tip of the invading finger, just enough to spread the opening to where he can see it clearly.- Not going any deeper than this. Going to take a swab now.
*She nods, not quite trusting herself to speak right then and there. It’s utterly shameful to react in such a manner to a simple test, particularly when it’s her own brother who’s conducting it, but for now she consoles herself by keeping a stubborn hold on her self-control. Her lips are sealed shut to prevent any further noise from escaping, though the sudden silence only highlights her ragged breathing. Her breasts still tingle from when Lucifer touched them last, and her nipples stand erect as if begging for his attention again even though she’s desperately willing for her body to calm down.
She wants more but Lucifer isn’t giving it to her, because this is just a medical examination. Still, the desire and the craving remains, leaving her to close her eyes and reassert her tight iron grip on her self-control as she forces her thoughts to dwell on anything but the physical. She thinks about the paper she’s yet to write, the dissertation she’s only half-finished with, how amazing it’d feel if Lucifer thrust his fingers in deep, and the book she read last week. (Clearly, she isn’t being very successful, but it’s a start.)*
-He does so wordlessly, lifting the blanket to accommodate his brother. If this is their last day, then he may as well take as much of his closeness as he can. Even if it will hurt so much more on the long run.-
*He squeezes into the space created, and, after a moment of hesitance, drapes his arm across Luficer’s waist. He doesn’t move any further than that, though, not wanting to cause his brother any alarm.*
… -The gesture makes him stiffen considerably, reminiscent of the perverse acts his brother had insistently performed moments earlier, and how close he’d been before he’d properly molested him; but he gets a decidedly different feeling now, because there is no filthy intent. Just a wish to be close. After gazing into his eyes for a few moments longer, Lucifer closes his own and rests his forehead against his brother’s, trying to get some rest without sleep.-
*He pulls his arm back as soon as he feels Lucifer stiffen, feeling the ache in his chest but knowing he deserves it. He ought to be grateful that Lucifer is allowing even this, but it hurts to have his brother so close yet so far, and to know that it’s all his fault. With a sigh, he inclines his head, remaining content with this alone.* …Goodnight, Lucifer.
