Party Consequences...Aftermath of Another Gabriel Party.
Part 1: “Hangover Morning”
SpnLucifer x FemReader
Warning: Sexual Themes, Swears, Drugs mentioned, Tortured Lego Pieces and Poor Villa “Re-decorating”
You squint hard enough to start seeing those swirling red, green, and blue shapes in your eyes.Â
This only made the sweating and lightheadedness worse.Your face is planted on the hardwood floor, you press your lips against some thin fabric and partially open one eye. A faint light from the unknown source, causing you to smoosh your forehead against the fabric. But you glimpsed a series of white bedsheets under you.Â
You feel uncomfortable and sore.
You hear some shuffling and moaning behind you and feel the bedsheets move as something drags across the floor, stopping at your side. You let out an annoyed groan as the sheets pull underneath your stomach.A hand falls against your back and lays there. Tapping their fingers like they were playing the piano.You flip your head to your side and leisurely open your eyes to see the back of matted blonde hair and the neck rolls of the back of their neck. His arm twisted in the most uncomfortable position ever. You feel his legs plop down onto yours, and he grunts into the thin sheeted floor..Â
Lucifer.Â
The light screams at you. Not literally, but it feels like it.
You feel his arm and hand on your back as he comfortingly continues to play piano on your backside. Gradually his hand goes limp, holds, and squeezes any fat he can, gently. You do this to him often, and this gesture makes you smile. Something heavy falls on top of you and squishes his hand against your back.This thing is a whole person, and they lay sprawled out on you, stomach first, their mouth drooling onto your neck.You let out a loud raspy cry as you feel the spit running down the side of your neck. The body was flung from you back.Â
 You hear the loud thud and a pained husky whine as something shatters.
Lucifer sets his hand back down on your back and pats it weakly. Still not moving the rest of his body.Â
You squirm at the drool running down your neck and decide to get up. You press your hands against the floor as if doing a push-up and only buckle and try to stay up using your elbows. “What the fuck...t...a what?” You stop yourself from puking as you say this by taking a deep breath.
You attempt to widen your squinting eyes as you feel Lucifer's hand fall to the ground beside you.  You sit on your butt and press your back against the couch. Rubbing the back of your neck against the cushion to get rid of the spit. You're in a big room, a fancy beige and cream room with plants, black marble tables, Brown hardwood floors. Black couches and chairs and a lot of glass, some with colorful water running down it. Big windows. Big windows, letting light in. Bad light, your eyes hate it.
You turn your head away from the windows on your right. To the left, there was a person, wild brown hair. With their green shirt ripped and pulled down, showing off their bare shoulders. They had on dark blue jeans and no shoes, no socks, and sleeping under a round wood table with long metal legs. You felt intense love for this table, but why? But you recognize the ass that is stuck up in a face-to-the-floor fetal position.Â
Gabriel.
You look up at the ceiling as you sigh. Someone...someone made multiple scribbly glittery terrible devil taps on the ceiling, multiple ones in fact. One of them completely useless because each sigil was a drawing of a dick.Â
You push yourself up onto the now-empty couch. There was a bottle shoved into one of the cushions, and a ripped up box of...condoms. Wow, there were blown up condoms, like balloons on the other side of the couch, just sitting there. One had a lego guy inside it, headless. This makes you worried.
From this new height, you watch the motionless bodies around you. Lucifer, sliding his hand to his side, not moving any other part of his body besides that arm. Gabriel. Still face down ass up.
You turn your body slowly and look over the couch. Next to a smashed vase, and on their side, long hair completely covers their face.
Baraquel.
The angel that you met a month ago. At one of Gabriel's other parties. They have a female body. But they don't like being confined to gender labels. They are quite the fun angel, awesome butch vibes.
You look hesitantly towards the window. Someone was clutching their knees and smooshing a condom balloon between their legs. While also resting their forehead against it. They have the smoothest bald head, and the sun made it shine like a halo. They're  wearing black yoga pants and a crop top. You look up at the demon trap on the ceiling. You look back down. Oh crap. Â
Lamech.
She was tapped in the Devil trap. Not the dick one, of course. But a rather pink... bloody.... glittery one nonetheless. You blink, look down at your feet and look up at the ceiling again, then glance back at Lamech. The demon. Looked at you with full-on black eyes. You jumped back and press a hand to your chest, and let out a loud whine. You curse at them weakly as a grin popped on her face. She raises her head and leans back against the window.“Let me out...and I promise I won't beat up Gabriel while he's out cold.” She moves her head as far as the circle would allow her and looks at Gabriel's body with a smile and flickers her eyes back to their human browns.Â
You groan and turn your head as you hear Lucifer actually move his other hand while out a guttural growling moan. Hot.
“You say you don't understand that, but you rub your eyes and crawl across the couch towards her. When you reach the other arm of the couch you move yourself hands first towards the ground and end up smashing your face softly into the floor as you climb off of it and continue towards her. Once you get to her, you sit criss-cross applesauce and lookup realizing how high the ceiling was from the safe and secure ground.  You reach your hands up the ceiling. You tell them you can't stand up or you'll vomit. Lamech lays their head back onto the condom balloon, defeated. You apologize and tell them you'll get them out as you turn your body and scoot over to Lucifer, the bottom of shoes in front of you.Â
You feel so sick.Â
You call out to Lucfier in a painedwhine as you start to crawl on your hands and knees over to his body.Â
Your eyes trail up his wrinkled dark blue jeans and up to his wrinkled, what you assumed, sweat-stained white buttoned shirt. You admire his popped up collar, the spiked wild hair, and the stubble on the side of his face, traveling up his jaw, across his chin, and under his lips. His sunken eyes closed in a sweet calmness.
Once you got your hands next to his shoulders and your face on the same height level as his. You lower yourself on top of his back and push your hands under his body. You give him a tight hug with your legs and hands as you rub the side of your face against his shoulders and backside.
You call him Luci and let the I linger in the air as you rest your chin on his back and look at his face.
His closed eyes twitch, and his whole body moves as he takes in a shuddery breath through his nose. He scrunches up his face and flutters his eyes open, automatically locking his eyes with yours with raised eyebrows. His neck rolls move with his face as he starts to flip over on his back.Â
You rise on your knees and lower yourself back down on his hips once he turns around. Your knees hug his sides as you place your hands on his lower stomach, playing around with his shirt that was crumpled up.
 His hands slide to your calves and rub them gently as he closes his eyes and leans close to your ear.
“You're giving me a hard-on.” He whispers in a giggling croak as he lays his head back down .Â
You glance underneath you for a second and laugh as you press the side of his face against the floor and sigh for him to stop.
“Hey, you stoooop...” He fusses in a muffled snicker as you take your hand off his face, and he turns back to you. He opens those eyelids to show you some very sleepy and attractive blue pupils. He slides his hands up your calves to the side of your thighs.
You tell him to heal you, or you are going to die as you lower yourself on his stomach, sliding yourself up to his body so that your face is back to the same level as his. You support yourself on your elbows and play with his hair.Â
His smile makes his cheeks move up, and his wrinkles more prominent. You kiss the lines on his forehead, and you feel his hands move from your thighs to your waist and up your back.
“Okayyy…” He sucks in his lower lip, nodding at your request, and lets his lip pop back out as he closes his eyes and leans his head back. You feel a warm sensation on your back and lay down on his collarbone as this feeling travels throughout your body. It feels so good as it traveled to your head. You feel your senses coming back to you. The need to puke disappears, the headache was gone. The feeling stops, and you stay lying down on his chest.
“Now me…” He says matter of factly, poking at his chest.
You rise back on your knees and press your hands on his chest cracking up as you pretend to heal him.Â
He starts shaking and convulsing, and you snap open your eyes and ruffle his hair angrily telling him that it wasn't funny with a  laugh as you rise to your feet. Looking down at him as he holds both of your ankles with a mischievous smile.
You hear something move in front of you. Gabriel lays down flat on his stomach and lets out a soft groan.Â
“You guys are disgusting… the least you could do is share some of that love with me (y/n) I’m feelin’ lonely ova' here.”
 He grunts as he slides himself backward using his hands and sat up, spinning himself around to face you. His eyes droopy, and unable to look clearly at your face and holds up his arms to you and flexes his hands, gesturing for a hug.
You feel Lucifer's grip tighten around your ankles, and you look down at him he's pouting.
 “Get your own girlfriend Gabriel.” He whines, his voice gentle and playful, a false sense of comfort.
WHAM
You snap your head to the couch as a hand slams into it and ahead along with an entire body pulls itself onto its feet. Glaring at Lucifer angrily.
“That's what I’m trying to do.” Gabriel says softly, not looking down at his brother, keeping his eyes locked on you, still gesturing for you to help him up.Â
“Keep trying and I won’t try... not to impale you.” He had a smile on his face, looking up at you with blissful eyes as he talked to his brother. Not good.
You tell them both to stop as Lucifer lets you shake yourself from his grip. You step over his head.
 SMACK
He smacks your rear with such swiftness you accidentally kick the side of his head.
“OWwwww Owwwieee owwwieeee…”  He whimpers as he shakes his head back and forth and rubs his eyes. You look down at him and turn around and squat next to his face. You start fussing at him and call him stupid while you laugh.
“I’m not stupid...” he says softly with a smirk and a false hurt tone.
“He deserved that.” Baraquel hissed as they glanced over at Gabriel and started shuffling to them. “You didn’t have to toss me into a fucking vase Lucifer.” They grumbled as they lifted Gabriel up on his feet and patted his back.
“Well, I thought angels could fly….am I right? Isn’t that your fault for not sticking the landing? ”
He laughs as he stops rubbing his eyes and looks up at you, putting back on his pouting face. “Kiss my boo-boo.” He sniffles.
“There was no room besides we don’t always land on our feet like cats.” Baraquel mutters.
Lucifer mocks them by talking with his hand and mouth. “Shaadduuup...” he groans. You smack his hand and looks at you hurt.Â
You keep staring at his face and can't help but lean forward and kiss his temple. You feel the hairs from his chin against your neck as his lips press against your larynx. He then gently trails his teeth against your skin as if biting an apple, but not biting down.
You jerk back and tell him to stop being nasty as you roll your eyes smirking, getting back on your feet.You turn to face Gabriel as he pretends to throw up and then holds his stomach. Before sprinting to the actual bathroom around the corner and actually hurling into the toilet.
“GUYS, LET ME OUT!” Everyone snaps their heads to the sound, well except for Gabriel. You notice Lucifer wincing in pain at the sudden increase in volume.“Aye, no shouting. Please.” Lucifer cries as he starts to pick himself up into a sitting position. Smacking his lips and looking at his shirt and pants.You turn back to him. You start to ask him to help them out when he flicks his hand as if it was nothing and scratches the bridge of his nose, looking at a few legos pieces on the floor.
The trap disappears, and Lamech stands up and brushes off herself while stretching her legs. “Thank you, my king.” She says in a surprisingly formal tone.Lucifer scrunches his face and nods waving in the air. “Yeah yeah. Don’t mention it…” he grumbles as he cracked his knuckles. He looks up at you and smiles, adorably. Ugh.
She takes a step out of her overnight prison and doesn't wait to dart towards the bathroom, taking a sharp turn and grabbing a beer can off the round table. You see her vault the thing at high speed into the bathroom and then a loud shriek from Gabriel.Â
“Attacked I’m being attacked! Curb your Demon Luci!” The shower curtain falls, and Lamech walks back into view a content look on his face as she dusted off her hands.
“Nice throw~,” Lucifer says as he gets up on his feet and stands up to his full height, trying to crack his back. While also (towering over you/standing close beside you). He swings his arms back and forth and claps softly with every swing.
“Alright, I’m happy for now.” Lamech yawns. Baraquel smirks at Lamech but sneers once they looked at them.Â
“You ask the group what happened last night as you rubbed your eyes. Then you wonder how they even managed to get drunk. You gesture across the room as Gabriel walks back and rubs the bottom of his shirt against his face. Showing everything underneath. You squint and look away, knowing that if Lucifer caught your eyes glancing, for even a second. He would become very hostile towards everyone in the room, except you, to make himself feel better. Not exactly healthy, but hey, you were getting there. You feel his eyes against the eye back and top of your head.
 “I spiked the drink with a little magic hocus-pocus for us celestials~” He chucks as he drops his shirt and smooths back his hair. Walking close to Baraquel and putting an arm over their shoulder. “ But I hardly remember a thing... and I’m loving it.” He talks to Baraquel, and they roll their eyes.
Lamech walks away from Gabriel and sat on top of the table Gabriel was previously resting under. They glance at Lucifer and then averted their gaze. Looking nervous and embarrassed as he catches them looking from the corner of his eye.
“I remember a bit of the last hour before it reached 2:00am.” She pointed to Gabriel
“You finished your last devil trap after reversing your own gravity and then told me to...look behind me..and tripped me Into where I was stuck for the night.” She grumbled. She pointed to Baraquel, "I vaguely rememberLucifer trying to make you mad, but you wouldn't budge because you knew he would smite you." You felt Lucifer nod as he rubs his chin against the top of your head.Â
“I really wish you would’ve lost your coool... Bar-be-cue…” Baraquel glared at Lucifer and then at Gabriel, who was now slumped on their shoulder trying to stay standing.Â
“Whatever, Hakuna Matata!” Shouts Gabriel as he snapped his finger and was suddenly all cleaned up, hair sorted, clothes ironed, and shoes on. “If more of tonight was meant to be remembered, it will come to us later on. Now. Who wants to go swiiiming?!” He sang as clicks his heels, and another dress change and this time. A...a Speedo.Â
Everyone glances away, and Lucifer covers your eyes pressing his big ol’ hands against your face. “Ok, Nobody wants to see your worm down there.” He groans.
“Wow, and I thought I was small.” Lamech chuckled to themself. Gabriel scowled at them and then at Lucifer.
“Hey. This “worm” gets a lot of early birds, guys.”
“Why are you even judging his vessel. It shouldn’t matter, it doesn’t reflect his true self.” Baraquel huffs.
“There are no birds that would peck at that scrawny thing.” Lucifer scoffs.
“Damn you angel's are always so lame. First, with the whole eating God's dick and doesn't show true self shit, boring high ground shit."
“Yeah? I can tell ya! I have a lot down in my bang book, and what about you huh? Your just jealous that I have game, experience! And guess what, I have a feeling you make (y/n) cry with tha-“Â
“-what’s with you demons and your hot ass breath, and the lust for Lucifers abusiveness?! Baraquel's voice covers Gabriels as they point angrily at Lamech.
“Ugh, alright. Just because I haven’t been practically living in the red light district doesn’t mean I’m rusty.” He puffs out his chest. “And trust me (y/n) is more than satisfied...Unless you want me to get into the details~”
The corners of his mouth rises as he squints at his brother.
“LALALALA NO!! No!! I never had an older brother, I cant hear youuu!” Gabriel shouts as he covers his ears and moves away from him towards the glass dining table. Lucifer follows him with an impish smile on his face. “Sometimes, we get freaky and whip out the-“Â
You slide down and sit on the floor pressing your head against your knees. You don’t hear what he says, but he lets out a high-pitched laugh as Gabriel slams his hand on a chair, breaking it.
Everyone continues to bicker and shout at each other. Lucifer actually stepping into Gabriel’s face after he made a what you can guess was a rude comment to Lucifer, and the two start puffing out their “feathers”.
 Baraquel ended up giving Lamech the cold shoulder and moving as far as they could from the Archangels as possible, Lamech follows still not done with them yet.
You stand up and grab your swimming clothes casually hanging on a plant and walk out the door.Â
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Party Consequences...Aftermath of Another Gabriel Party.
Part 2: “Unneeded Stress and Make-out Sesh”
Warning: Some intense lip action...both talking wise and other, brotherly fighting and jumpscares~ 18+ <3
LuciferxFemReader
You stop in your tracks outside the door, you raise your swimsuit to your face, and roll your eyes. Bathroom, you need to change in the bathroom. You turn back to the door. Although you were no longer dizzy, your whole body still thinks it is way too early to be up. You turn the handle and open the door.
Lucifer is standing in front of the door. Arms at his sides with a smug smile. You jump and turn away from him, pressing your forehead head against the open door repeatedly, cursing under your breath.
He lets out a sweet sighing laugh and leans his shoulder against the door, and starts playing with your hair.
“You are so cute in those few seconds of terror.” You turn to face him, and he stops playing with your hair and instead fumbles around with the collar of your shirt, focused on this action. “Just like a little deer in headlights ...oh, I could just hunt ya for sport and place you on my mantle!”
You steadily put your hands over his, rubbing your fingers across his knuckles. He looks up at you, the swimsuit in your hand presses against his chest as he leaned in closer to you.
You tell him that makes you uncomfortable you don’t want him to keep scaring you just because he finds it “cute.”
He stares down at you and drops his smile, glancing down your body next at your eyes, his eyebrows chewing on the inside of his cheek. He gives you a lingering wink as he slides his hands to the sides of your shoulders and squeezes you gingerly.Â
“Yeah, bad word choice. Bad joking. Wish I had a autocorrect sometimes! Ha, I’ll tone it down and think about what I say before I say it. But, I can’t help it if I’m astonishing, that's part of the packaged Lucifer deal...” The lines under his eyes move up as he squints his eyes in a smile.
 Your eyes flicker for a second at Gabriel who you caught flipping off the back of Lucifer’s head as he walked to the other side of the room. Still in a speedo.Â
You crack a smile, and Lucifer raises an eyebrow but he shakes it off.  “But I’m glad you came back, I thought you had a sensory overload and decided to leave without me...” His voice is pleasant to your ears.Â
You tell him that you are going to get changed for the pool and that he should join you. You wait for him to let you go. But he remains looking down at you with a smug look. He takes a quick look at the bathing suit in your hands. It was a black one-piece, but one side had a hole that was mean to expose the side of your midsection. He slides a hand off your shoulder and pinches the swimsuit with his fingers, getting a better look at it, gently tugging at it.“Mind if I see?” You could tell this wasn’t really a question
You let go reluctantly and watch as he takes his other hand off your shoulder and holds the swimsuit up to his face as he turns, his side facing you.
“Ok, tasteful but kinda restrictive, right? I mean, if my brother wasn’t here, I would say lets Adam and Eve it….” He focuses his eyes on you, looking for your reaction and smiling as your start blushing.
You tell him to "cool it hot stuff".
“Of course, good point, I’m a way sexier Adam and Eve have nothing on you and this is a villa instead of a bountiful garden...but hey! We can still pull it off." He twirls the swimsuit in his hand. "I know I'd love to tempt you into more than just eating a piece of the forbidden fruit". Â
Gabriel lets out a groan and you blush and look behind Lucifer's shoulder. Gabriel turns on the TV and turns up the volume. His arm relaxed on the back of the couch as he flips through channels with purpose. Lucifer clears his throat, your attention is pulled back to him and you blush even harder.
"As I was saying, love the black and the peek-a-boo, look what I have hole...” He looks at the hole and turns back to you, presses the suit against his chest, shimmying his shoulders as he rocked up onto the toes of his shoes.Â
“So, come on, as you said, let's get changed!” He finger-guns you then places a hand against your back.
“What?!” Your face grows hot as he takes a hand and pushes you towards the bathroom door. You told him you did not mean for him to join you in the bathroom. “Nonsense. Bathroom buddy!” his voice in high spirits.Â
"I have to powder my nose too, so might as well hang girlfriiiiend."Â
You glance over at Gabriel, then around the room as your hook your hands on the wall, preventing him from pulling you in as you can't help but awkwardly laugh, feeling bad for Gabriel. You hear the bathroom door open behind you and feel Lucifer's chest against your back as he wraps his arms around your waist trying to pull you into the bathroom. You tell him to hold up, stuttering as you pull against him. You notice that two people are gone and you feel butterflies in your stomach as you expect the worst.
 You ask Gabriel where Baraquel and Lamech with a forced calm quiver of your voice. Lucifer lets out a soft, "Forget about them... let's get naked." Which you try your best not to react to.
Gabriel doesn't look at you, his face stern. Well, he's obviously mad at something Lucifer must have said to him. Great.Â
You watch as he swats the air in your direction, “Don’t worry your little Luci didn’t murder them…” Lucifer’s hands stopped pulling at you as he looks around the corner at Gabriel.Â
“Don’t like how you assume I’d be the one to snap Gabriel…Ive been very good in not doing that, as of late if you haven’t noticed!” Lucifer retaliated, in a childish tone.
Gabriel grunts back and doesn’t acknowledge his brother's comment with words. You feel Lucifer lean down to your ear “He’s just jelly about you and me." He uses his hands to point to you and him and nods his head. "Stable relationship and all …” he whispers snootily and soon after straightens up and continues to hug you against his chest.
Gabriel turned the channel. “I sent them out to get some food.” He points to you, turning his head to look at you, and only you. He gives you a big forced smile as you feel the anger behind that was aimed towards his brother.
You're the only one that needs to eat around here so, I Being considerate about your basic human necessities..."
He glances up at his brother with a frown. "...sent Baraquel to wait outside an IHOP until it opens. While Lucifer here sent Lamech off with a mystery shopping list!" He taps his fingers against the back of the couch. "Of probably little to no use or value, to you." He says saucily and turns back to the TV playing around with the remote.  He only does this for a second before pointing towards the Tv as if talking to you. “Not sure when his little demon will be back! Good riddance! Less Hellspawn the better!” He declares with a single irritated laugh.
Lucifer lets go of you and slides to your side, Â you stop him from going further by placing a hand in front of his torso. He glances down at your hand but is focused on striking back his brother's words.Â
“F.Y.I, I told them to get stuff for (y/n) my little brother...clothes, one of those drinks I know she likes from (Jamba Juice/Starbucks/ Insert drink place here) so don't make me look like the uncaring guy!"  He mirthfully growled, ready to bite back and return the attitude.
 "I would actually prefer you would leave all that caring for stuff to me. Gabriel as I can more than handle, the basic eat, drink, sleep care kay?”Â
“As I keep feeling like I have to remind you, she’s mine.” This hung in the air. Making you feel a mixture of discomfort and pleasure.Â
“Even last night, when you kept being all up on her..all close and personal. Don’t think I didn’t remember, guess why you were the one who woke up laying flat on your face under the table.” He presses his fingers together and drops his smile.
“Had to take a nighty night after getting socked by brother karma.”
And I’m reaching my tolerating limit so...It would just be SO GREAT! If you'd stop being so snippy about me and my abilities to care for her! Unless you want to...” he tilts his head. “Settle things.”
You tell Lucifer to stop and Gabriel to calm down mentioning that they are making you seem like a (pet/Tamagotchi/sim).Â
"Your right (Y/N) he is. But thats who your involving yourself with!" Gabriel chides making you feel offended.
Lucifer chuckles through his teeth and clenches his fist towards his brother “Just give me the word babe. I’ll knock him out for good.” He waits for your response eagerly.Â
You say no as you look at Gabriel’s angry face aimed towards the television.
Lucifer says as he turns to you and gives your temple a quick kiss. “Fine.” His breath sending a chill against spot even though it was warm.Â
Lucifer presses you against him again. “Bathroom’s off limits~” he sings to his brother as he forces you to walk backward with him into the spacious white bathroom. But didn’t turn on the lights. You hold onto his fingers against your stomach as he slides you into the darkness. Feeling the cold tile against your feet. “Enough of that pathetic jealous bachelor energy…” he jeers.
You tell him that if he keeps arguing with his brother, you might as well leave.
The door, still open, allows you to see a bit of the bathroom layout around you. Lucifer lets go of you and seems to vanish into the darkness of the bathroom.
“Oh, I promise, no more fighting...”  his lulling voice echos from an unknown location. Then it's silent.
You hear Lucifer’s voice from the main room, but it was muffled from the television. But Gabriel’s response was loud and clear as they let out a loud sigh and walked towards the bathroom door. You casually sit on the sink and try to avoid his eyes as he continues past the door and exits the room. "Don't mess up the bathroom." He grunts shutting the door hard behind him.
The door starts to creak shut on its own. You shout that he better not try to scare you as you hop off the sink and rush to the door as it shut and locked itself, leaving you in darkness as you fumbled your hands to the doorknob.
You felt like you weren’t the only one in the bathroom anymore.
You close your eyes and feel a cold chill at your side and the tapping of shoes as they get closer behind you, stopping at your side. You call out Lucifer’s name feeling apprehensive, yet you refuse to look behind you. You hear a click sound and look down at the floor, seeing his shoes in a now illuminated bathroom. You trail your eyes up to his body. His other hand clenching and unclenching as he grinned at you, his head leaning back. His finger tapping on the light switch as he gazes down at you running his tongue on his lower lip. “What can I say...I’m dramatic.” he shrugs his shoulders and smiles.
You furrow your eyebrows with an angry grin as he slid his hand down the wall and pushed himself off. Winking at you as he turned away and walked to the middle of the bathroom. “Wow, look at that handsome guy…” He admires himself in the mirror and rubs his jaw, striking a few poses and flexing his arms. He then walks to the sink counter and gestures at you, looking at you through his reflection intensely. You raise an eyebrow and scoff at him. He swivels to face you while mocking your expression, then proceeds to walk up to you and gently presses a hand on your abdomen, guiding you back against the door. “Fine, I’ll come to you then.” His hand press against the door, right at the side of your face.
“Gabriels going to take a dip in the pool while we...undress...so we have some space to...” His voice trails off as he starts stroking your hair.
Your eyes flicker to his lips, all the negative emotions you felt after hearing the brothers fight melted away.Â
“...Enjoy each other's company.” He leans forward and tilts his head to the side. Pressing his warmed up lips against yours.Â
You part your lips, and he doesn’t hesitate to slide his tongue into your mouth. You taste the faint bitterness of alcohol on his tongue as he continues to give you the most passionate french kiss you've ever experienced. Your tongue a slave to the whims of his. You taste the faint bitterness of alcohol in his mouth.
His stubble tickles your face. Your eyes are unable to open as your overwhelmed by the sudden display of passion. You feel his finger slide underneath your chin, tilting your head up as he longingly shifts the angle of his kiss. He presses his whole forearm against the door and sandwiches you between him and it.
He slides his hand down the side of your neck, and you stand on your tippy-toes as he pulls away, teasing you. Â You feel his body press against yours, and his mouth returns back to yours. Â The muscles of his chest and midsection soft enough so that it almost molded with your body, and it felt so warm against you. His waist, his pelvis, everything fits so perfectly with yours.
He was no Sam in height,  but he still towered over you in this position. His arms muscular nonetheless...you felt trapped, and this gave you a buzz. He won't let your lips go. As you tried to break away every now and then, he would follow and make you silent, with a dominant eagerness. You could feel with each movement of his body that he was getting more and more reckless. Something you often had to balance when you two were intimate, for your own sake. You don't want him to have to heal your broken pelvis again...ever since then. You realized the effect you have on him, and how powerful you often forget he is. But you asked for him harder, and he sure gave it to you.
You turn your head and try to look into his eyes. He looks into yours for only a second before he presses his lips behind your left ear, kissing down the side of your neck. Doing whatever he could to trail his lips down the path to your collarbone. You toss your swimsuit near the sink and wrap your arms around his neck, caught in the ecstasy. You ran your fingers across the back of his head, into his hair. You feel his hands slide down your side, and he leans down. One swift movement, he hoists you up by your thighs and presses himself between your legs as he slides you up against the door. It rocks, and the lock clatters as it shifts in creaks as he continues to kiss your neck. Every tickling kiss he gave you sent a chill down your body. It was a warm chill, and the hairs on his face made this even harder to resist. You say his name softly, and this makes him press himself harder onto you, his midsection between your legs. Â
You let out a soft moan as he opens his mouth and slides the tip of his tongue briefly up your neck. You press your head back against the door, and he pulls back to stare at you, unforgivingly close. “You always taste so good…” he mutters sucking in his lower lip and bites gently onto it, letting slide out slowly. You wrap your legs around his waist, and he glances behind him and back to you with a smile. His blue eyes traveling across your face as he lets out a sigh, Â
“When I’m with you like this...I’m always reminded that I’m completely curve-balling my values. ” The leans his head back and continues to look at you, at your nose, mouth, head. “I sometimes wish I hadn’t fallen in love with you…” he says in an earnest tone. This confuses you and makes you feel...not that great.
You ask him why he would say that.Â
He takes his hands from under your thighs, and you tighten your legs around him more, but he’s pressing you up against the door, and so you slide up. He scratches the side of his jaw and slides his other hand against your waist, pulling you from the door and walking with ease over to the sink, setting you down on the countertop. You unhook your legs and watch him as he starts to pace.
“Because, if I had not.  I could just easily have killed you and felt nothing…just like Jack’s mother...maybe one day go for a redo and make you the second baby incubator.”Â
He says this so matter of factly as if it shouldn’t make you feel alarmed.Â
 “Now, I just can't...I have to actually live with the fact that I love a human...and I’m just saying his because its true, I’m probably too much for you to handle.”Â
He stops pacing and walks back up to you, a sad looking grin on his face as he places his hand on top of our head and rubs your forehead with his thumb.Â
“Right now, I know you're scared...I can feel it…” he chuckles tilting his head to the side smiling.
Why is he smiling?Â
Your heartbeat quickens...you look into his face and feel once again how much different he is from you. How he doesn’t feel the same way as you do or view the world the same. “But you still love me...despite my slip up and little quirks…” his smile lowers. “Right?”
Your feeling the pressure every second your silence is another second he clenches and unclenches his jaw. You tell him that you care about him, but not when he lets his emotions overwhelm him, and that needs to calm down. He scrunches up his face tapping his fingers against t the counter, as if unhappy with your reply. You tell him he’s making you feel uncomfortable, and that if he cares about you as well. He’ll take a moment to think about how you feel hearing him say all this to you.Â
He rolls back his shoulders and steps away from you, turning his back to you. You both have moments like this way too often for your liking. But he’s getting better at understanding you and allowing himself to be less...demanding...for the answer he wants to hear, less god syndrome and more compromising.Â
“Ok, I'm sorry. Hey, I have to admit Gabriel got into my head.” He says with a musical tone as he pivots back to you. “He probably wanted me to feel doubtful and make me mess this up…" he gestures between you both. "Make I feel like you would...leave me... because I apparently shouldn't have a single person who's on my side! Knowing this-”
“ -I still need to hear you say the words...that you won't.” He gestures in the air and forces a laugh. “ I just need to hear it or I can’t and won't calm down and I'll go bash Gabriel's head in just to feel better. Ok, so please?“
You look at him with sad eyes and smile. You tell him that you won't leave him. He opens his mouth, but you silence him by continuing to speak. You say as long as he continues to care about you, your free will, and what you consider important. You won't leave his side.Â
He rolls back his shoulders and lets out a nervous laugh shaking his head.Â
“Ok. Yes, you and only you. Your all I care about anyway, so its done. I promise.” He starts biting his thumb and glances at the door. “I've obviously rattled you a bit so let me just...give you some space.” He heads towards the door, and you see his face snap into an emotionless stare at the door.
You say his name clearly, and his face switches back to a smile as he turns to you. You tell him to stay here and help you get dressed. Knowing him too well, and that he would probably do something stupid to Gabriel that would ruin this whole experience.
So he watches you undress and helps you put on the bathing suit. His hands, being slow with each tug and pull and you. Watch that shirt of his come off, and him only in his boxers...then nothing and then suddenly. Some very nice, pink swim shorts with pink glitter on the rear that read “Eat me”.
Damn, he really knew how to throw you around emotionally.
