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   Caramel rarely comes into the city. Few and far between, actually -- she only comes for supplies she can’t find or create herself in the thick of the forest. It’s quite a walk aways, too. She doesn’t mind the city so much anymore, but she doesn’t like staying more than two nights. She feels so stifled here, the air cloying in her lungs. Today’s a relatively cool day; cradling a basket in her arm filled with crumpled money and other things. She carries the scent of butterscotch, honey gold eyes flickering over building signs and directions. It’s so loud here, too. Her senses are muffled by the sound of cars zooming by.

   She’s looking for something very particular. A new baking book. Perhaps some little things, too. A gauzy dress is draped over her petite form, her free hand curling around the rustic handle-bar of the bookstore's front doors. Inside, she cranes her neck up, greeted with a stained glass sky-light -- dust and the smell of old books flutters in the air. Caramel makes a soft sound, long lashes batting. 

   Yet there’s no one at the front counter. She checks the time on her watch, humming curiously to herself. She didn’t come in early, did she? 11:30. No. She’s well past the opening hours. Her fingers trail over the spines of old books, informed eyes trickling over the faded words, lingering on the slight frayed texture sticking to the bottoms. 

@milleabhar​ asked: What do Luci and Caramel think about pet play? -A Not At All Curious Killian || meme

Lucifer, if he’s the “master” in question? Is that the word? Master? NEVER | NOT REALLY | MAYBE | NOT BAD | MMMMM | HELL YES | TAKE ME NOW | THERE GO MY PANTS

@milleabhar asked: Groin +reverse with Luci || meme [ groin ]  for your muse to run their hand over / grab my muse’s groin.  (  add “ +reverse”  for  my  muse  to  do  the  action  to  yours ) 

   “Kiiiiilllian,” Lucifer coos, leaning over his favorite reading chair. Killian doesn’t look up, his gorgeous teal eyes glued to his book, a cozy looking quilt draped over his shapely shoulders. Lucifer purrs and kisses his ear. “Pay attention to me,” he says. 

   He pulls on Killian’s blanket. “Do you love the book more than me?” Luci asks, feigning being hurt, his chin slotting into Killian’s neck.

   “Yes,” Killian says bluntly. Lucifer’s pupils dilate, and he kisses the skin of Killian’s neck, the sound of his fingers sliding over old paper loud in their ears. He flips the page. Lucifer kisses again. “Stop,” Killian tries to come off as annoyed.

   Lucifer grins like a cat and slides a hand down his body. His lovely toned body. “No,” Luci shoots back, using teeth and tongue on his flesh, tasting and pinching. “You’re being mean.” He adds, an afterthought. “You shouldn’t be mean to your master.”