tomellis!lucifermorningstar (dc) x femalereader
Summary: On a rare snowy night in LA, Lucifer’s charm and teasing draw the reader closer in his penthouse, creating electric tension she can’t resist—even as she tries to stay away.
A/N- The Naughty List has officially begun, Hope y'all like this one, to start off my Lucifer side! Yes this is inspired and based on the song "Baby It's Cold Outside."
(version i like:)
Snow was falling outside, fogging the tall glass windows of Lucifer's penthouse. Delicate, strange… like the universe was having a laugh at Los Angeles. Snow was rare here, and of course it chose tonight — when you were alone with him.
You curled up on his leather couch, a warm drink in hand. Early December, soft Christmas music playing. You’d been talking for hours… laughing, teasing, sharing stories he rarely told anyone.
He couldn’t take his eyes off you. Stunning enough to make the stars jealous. Heaven-sent. Breathtaking. And intoxicatingly dangerous.
You glanced at the time, then the window, where flakes drifted lazily.
“Oh wow,” you breathed. “It’s… actually sticking.”
Lucifer followed your gaze, lips curling into that dangerous smile.
“And here I was thinking I was the one making you shiver.”
You rolled your eyes, trying not to smile. He noticed — of course he did. He thrived on it.
You stood, placing your empty glass on the coffee table and straightening your clothes.
“I should get going. Roads are probably still clear enough and—”
“Darling,” he interrupted, lounging back like sin in silk. “It’s snowing in Los Angeles. That’s practically a sign. Either way, it means you should stay.”
“I really can’t,” you said, reaching for your coat.
“This evening has been—”
“—everything I hoped you’d drop in for,” he finished with a grin, rising to his feet.
You tried not to watch the way his shirt clung to him. You failed.
“It’s been very nice,” you said softly, looking away.
Lucifer stepped closer, invading your space. Eyes glinting, voice low.
“I’ll hold your hands — they’re freezing.”
Before you could protest, he took your hands in his, rubbing warmth into your fingers. Electricity shot through you.
“Lucifer,” you warned.
His brows lifted. “Yes, that is indeed my name. And you look breathtaking when you say it.”
You tugged your hands back, chest fluttering, and stepped away… but didn’t go far.
“So really, I’d better scurry.”
Lucifer tsked. “Beautiful, please don’t hurry.”
He brushed past you, fingers grazing your arm. Then, at the bar, he poured a little more into your glass.
“Sit. Relax. Half a drink more.”
You sighed and sank back onto the couch. “Fine. Half. Nothing more.”
His eyes sparkled. “I’ll put on some proper records while I pour, shall I?”
You laughed. “You’re impossible.”
“And yet irresistibly charming,” he said, switching the music to something slower, richer… sensual. Very Lucifer.
When he returned with the glass, you muttered, “The neighbors might think—”
“Baby,” he leaned over the couch, dangerously close, “it’s hellish out there.”
The word hit you like a spark. Breath caught. Heart stuttering. You tried to hide it — failed.
“Don’t call me that,” you murmured.
“Why not? You look divine when I do.”
Trying to steady yourself, you sipped the drink, looking down.
“Lucifer… what’s in this?”
“Nothing but alcohol and poor judgment,” he said, smiling. “And no cabs can be had out there. Roads are frozen. Tires spinning. LA is chaos.”
He sat beside you again. Much. Closer.
You swallowed, noticing just how near he was.
“Lucifer…”
“Yes, darling?”
“I wish I knew how to make you behave.”
His smirk sharpened, flashing teeth. “You don’t want me well-behaved.”
“Lucifer—”
“Mind if I move in closer?” He brushed his knee against yours.
Your inhale betrayed you. Pulse racing. Every nerve alert.
“You’re not subtle,” you whispered.
“Delighted you noticed.” His eyes locked onto yours, warm, intense.
“But truly… what’s the sense of hurting my pride? Especially when you want to stay just as much as I want you to.”
“I’m not sleeping with you,” you said, firm but quiet.
He softened, patient. “I know,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. “Staying doesn’t mean that. I’m not rushing your innocence, darling… though I do enjoy making you blush.”
You shoved his shoulder lightly, cheeks flaming.
“And I really can’t stay,” you muttered, mostly to yourself. He knew you weren’t leaving — and didn’t want you to.
Lucifer leaned back, hands open helplessly.
“Baby, don’t hold out on me.”
You stood, half laughing, half melting, and he watched with pride and desire, that dangerous, knowing smile curling his lips once more.
