#quick blurb

His mind wanders elsewhere when he really should be focusing on rehearsal. They were opening in two weeks at The Hilton again and there's some new songs he needs to practice.

But you were here. Watching him with those alluring eyes and having onto his every word.

You sat there in this cute yellow sundress, your long legs crossed at the ankles and resting to the side of you. You didn't have to be doing anything special to make him want a piece of you. Just your attention on him was far more than enough.

He wanted to take a break and told everyone in his band to go get lunch. You stay where you are and know something is wrong.

"You sound lovely honey," you coo.

"Thank you darling," he says walking to you, eyeing where he should take a bite out of you first.

"But you're distracted, aren't you?" you say cheekily.

"Just a bit..."

"You were the one that insisted that I sit in on rehearsals today. I can leave if you want me to," you quip.

"Oh no, I would hate for you to go... Not when you're looking this enticing," he breathes, licking his lips and pulling you up out of your seat.

You squeal delighted by his touch and instinctively wrap your arms around his neck. He rests his hand at the back of your head and grabs your hair lightly in his grasp.

“Kiss me, like you mean it,” he growls. A breathless moan escapes your lips before you nods your head.

Your lips crash into each other and you both melt. You push your hips into him as your hands grapple onto his shirt, scratching at him for more. He loves getting you needy. He loves driving you so crazy for him that he’s all you think about. His kisses become more passionate as he slips his tongue in your mouth, making you moan loudly.

His hands slide down the curve of your back to the swell of your ass, bunching up the material of your dress in his grasp. He needed to touch more of you. He wanted to feel that heat that was coming from between your thighs. His fingers snake their way to the front of you and he feels the velvety softness of you bare and exposed.

He breaks the kiss and looks into your eyes, they’re full of mischief and temptation.

“Did you forget something when you got dressed this afternoon?” He growls.

“Must have slipped my mind darling,” you say slyly. “And I thought I could distract you for a bit.”

His fingers swipe through your slit and he finds you soaked, trembling with need.

“I’m far from distracted darling, I’m starving for this,” he groans, pushing his long finger inside you as you moan from his touch.

Imagine... You had been bests friends with Lucifer for a while. As your relationship grew stronger, so did your feelings for him. Your feelings developed so much that you fell in love with him. Hard. But, he was married. It was a ridiculous thought...

Then, he got a divorce. You wanted to be happy, but seeing him so depressed killed you. Out of respect and common decency, you didn't say anything about your feelings despite how much you wanted to. It hurt even more when he talks about his wife with you... How much he still loves her.... How they were meant to be... And how he felt as if he could never love another again...

You were heartbroken. As much as you wanted to be there for him, it was destroying you to hear any more about it. You needed a break. Far away. So, you hop around rings for a few years.... a few hundred years... Lust, gluttony, greed, wrath - any ring but Pride. You found Gluttony and Lust to be the most distracting, so you visited those the most. Even if it wasn't a healthy way to cope, you just wanted to feel better.

After a long break, you return. Lucifer had been bombarding you with texts and calls since you left. Ouch... Maybe you should visit him? It had been a while... You're over him. And hopefully, he's over her. The two of you meet in his palace. His home was a testament to the pain he's been going through...

Thousands of ducks were sprawled about in his messy office,and photos of him and Lillith still hung on the walls... It does'nt matter. You're over him. You exchange "how are you's" to one another and you lie and say you're "fine" and so does he...

He opens up to you again... He still loves her... It doesn't matter, you're over him. Be there for your friend. Every word is a dagger to your heart, and your eyes start to flood with tears. You're over him.

You see longing in his eyes for his one true love... not you. You're about to burst into tears. Don'tcrydon'tcrydon'tcry, you're over him.

You know exactly what he's going through, yet you have to sit there and tell him it's gonna be okay and it'll pass. Its not okay, it's not passing. You're not over him, you still love him and always did. Fuckfuckfuck- You hold back a choked sob and then suddenly- "A-Anyways, enough about me... Look at what I made while you were gone," Lucifer rummages through a pile of rubber ducks and pulls one out that resembles you, "Ta-da!". He smiles at you, albiet a bit strained but still... It melted away your heartbreak. You chuckle, admiring the rubber duck as you take it in your hands, "Thanks, Lou, that's so thoughtful.".

"No problem..." his smile fades slightly, "where'd you go...?". "O-Oh," the question catches you off guard, "I just hopped around rings for awhile, explored a bit.". "Fun fun, where'd you visit?" he questions."All rings, mostly Lust and Gluttony." you respond. He wiggles his eyebrows at you when mentioning the Lust ring, eliciting a giggle from you.

"Pft, shut up." you retort.

Lucifer chuckles before speaking softly, "Well, glad you have fun but... Don't go leaving me again, okay?". "Okay" Another hour passes, and you excuse yourself with a dumb, made-up reason to leave.

"Bye! See you next time!" he waves from the front door of his palace.

“So,” Ted said, sidling up behind Rebecca outside of Mae’s, “your place or mine?” 

“Ted,” Rebecca admonished playfully, pushing him lightly away from her,  “someone might see…and mine, please.”

Ted grinned as he stepped up next to her, letting his finger drag across the back of her hand. “Don’t you think it’s about time folks found out anyway?” 

Rebecca set off towards hers, Ted meeting her step for step. They had talked about this a little bit and they had always decided that the attention from the press would be too much. But God did she want to hold his hand as they crossed the street to keep him from getting hit by a car, she wanted to steal chips from his plate at dinner and take him as her date to every gala. 

She was quiet until they reached the house, Ted silently worrying he had pushed too far. She slid her key into the door, letting them both in before turning and pinning him against it. She crushed her lips against Ted’s and he was so confused it took him a few moments to catch up. Once he did, he wove his hands into her blonde locks, deepening the kiss. As quickly as Rebecca started it she pulled back. 

“After West Ham.” 

“You serious,” Ted gasped out, unable to contain his grin and Rebecca nodded. Their match against West Ham was next week. 

“I don’t want the news about us to distract. After the game, we can…I don’t know go to dinner or something. Be seen together, no flashy statements or anything.” 

“Darlin’ if you wanted to hold my hand you could have just said that,” Ted teased, lacing their fingers together, and Rebecca rolled her eyes but kissed him sweetly. 

-

Rebecca and Ted had had enough game days together to know that they both needed a little space to get their minds right. Because of that, they spent the night separately and the first time they saw each other would be when Rebecca went to the locker room to greet the team. She grinned to see that Ted was looking bright and cheery, with no sign of a looming panic attack, but everyone knew West Ham came with a lot of pressure. Ted was just finishing his rousing coach speech and he met her eyes as she came into the room, not missing a beat. 

“Alright, boys, that’s enough from me. Time to hear from our fearless leader,” Ted smiled, gesturing for Rebecca to join him, Roy, and Beard at the front of the room. 

Rebecca took a deep breath, feeling the coiled tension of the room, “I don’t want you all thinking about Rupert. Or Nate. Or even winning. Not for your coaches, and not for me. I want you all to win because you can, because you’re all just that talented. For each other.” 

Isaac stood and gestured all the men to the middle so they could put their hands together as the coaches and Rebecca stepped to the side to give them their moment. 

“For each other on 9! 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, FOR EACH OTHER!” As usual, the counting was…interesting, but the energy was infectious. The men headed for the door and Rebecca watched as Beard gave out head nods, Roy slapped backs, and Ted... slapped butts? Her eyebrows raised, having no idea that a smack on the arse was a tunnel tradition. She supposed she usually left first, to beat the boys out of the locker room and to the owner’s box so she'd never seen it. She chuckled as she watched the last of the boys whoop and holler and get their butts smacked as they headed towards the field, Beard and Roy following behind.

She made a mental note to ask Ted about it later as she crossed in front of him to head out of the locker room. And then she heard as much as felt a sharp swat to her own butt.

“Oh,” she chirped in surprise and turned to see a mischievous glint in Ted’s eye. Her face flushed, her mouth slightly slack.

Oh.

“Sorry about that, Boss,” Ted said, not sorry at all, his voice so deep that Rebecca had the sudden feeling that he was nearly hypnotizing her, her eyes locked on his and her feet rooted in place. He moved past her toward the pitch, “Once I get a’swinging it can be hard to stop.” And then the motherfucker winked. 

Up in the owner’s box, Rebecca was clearly distracted. Her eyes were on the pitch, sort of, but as the ball moved down the grass her eyes didn’t. She wasn’t sure of the score, or what Keeley had just asked her. Ted’s hand on her arse had thrown her for a loop. She had never been spanked before, it was never something she thought she would like. She was intimidating enough that no one she’d slept with had ever asked or tried, but now…she couldn’t stop thinking about it. She wanted to feel Ted’s palm against her again, wanted the sting that brought her sharply to attention, made her present. She shifted to try to feel the spot against her seat but the sensation had already faded. 

“Babe, are you alright,” Rebecca looked around and realized Keeley was now standing. Richmond had scored and she hadn’t even noticed. 

“Fine! Fine, sorry I was just… lost for a second.”

“Well come back because we’re fucking kicking Rupert’s arse,” Keeley yelled in Rupert’s general direction and Rebecca gave her a small smile. 

AFC Richmond beat West Ham 3-2 and Rebecca was the first person out of her seat to head down to the pitch. Keeley tried to keep up with her long-legged stride and both of them left their heels somewhere near the locker room to move even faster. Keeley found Roy first, was swept into the group of cheering men and into Roy’s arms and Rebecca craned her neck to find Ted, who was shaking hands with Nate and Rupert. She ran for him and he saw her coming as Nate and Rupert turned away, jogging to meet her in the middle of the pitch. He pulled her into a hug, chaste and professional, but when he released her she fisted his sweater and dragged his lips to hers. 

The crowd around them went wild and Rebecca knew they must be up on the screen but she didn’t stop, just tilted her head as Ted’s hands found her waist. Finally separating, Ted’s eyed her with joy and confusion. 

“Well, that wasn’t what we discussed,” Ted laughed, referencing the plan of being seen in public and maybe holding hands. “What was that for?”

Rebecca gave Ted a pointed look, one that he’d become incredibly familiar with over the past few weeks, “I’ll tell you at home.” Ted grinned and took her hand, waving at the crowd as they made their way back to the team. 

“eddie. edward spagh-edward”

“what the fuck did you just call me?”

“my knee hurts.”

“what do you want me to do about that?”

your eyes burned into eddie’s, his playful smile dropping into a scared look. “damn, sorry.”

you cracked, laughing and cackling until you moved your knee a little bit. “-ow, eddie!” you blamed as you winced, your eyebrows knotted into a frown.

“HOW IS THAT MY FAULT-“

“you were supposed to take my pain away with your magical superpowers!” you reasoned, comepletely serious as he looked for emotion on your face but found none.

“right. let me get my powers first.”

eddie went to get a wooden spoon from the kitchen before returning to the living room, just standing there with the spoon.

“what’re you gonna do with that spoon, eddie?”

eddie smiled manically, before cackling like an evil witch.

“SAY GOODBYE TO YOUR KNEE’S Y/N”

“NOOO-“

bye that was so bad 💀