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REPUTATION II

It was a warm Sunday night in March: the sky was a fantastic mix of passionate hues, and the air carried with it the scent of budding flowers.

It was that lovely time between when it got warm and when every bug came crawling out of the eighth circle of hell.

Though, of course, Lucifer had little notion of this.

He was still under lock-down in the Winchesters' bunker.

It had been nearly a year. [Name] had suggested they throw an anniversary party, to which she'd received a death glare.

A death glare coming from the Devil himself, any other person would have been besides themselves in fear - she'd only replied that he should "Learn to take a joke."

Lucifer watched the woman now, his eyes following her energetic form throughout the library. She was a whirlwind, leaving a trail of "useless" books behind her as she searched for the one she needed. Sam and Dean were on a hunt again - convenient? Yes. Coincidence? No - and [Name] was on research duty. Though, this time she wasn't actually out of commission; she'd found that she could spend more time with her new friend if she feigned injury every so often.

"Lucifer, have you-" she began.

"Two shelves up, sixth from the right. A dark-green hard cover with black writing," he replied easily.

"I knew I kept you around for some reason," she laughed slightly at her own joke. After that day, nearly a year ago, when he'd healed her busted leg, [Name] had found herself inadvertently being drawn to the archangel. Perhaps he had planned it, he certainly was capable of manipulating her any which way he chose, but she didn't think so. She knew Lucifer hated humans then, and he still didn't like nor respect them much now. Therefore, she'd appointed herself an honourary spokesperson for her species, and tried to change his mind.

He never told her it had worked - to some extent. He cared for and respected her very much, and could at least see why some angels, and his Father, cared so much for these creatures...

No: these humans - people. He corrected himself internally.

"You know, you could just let me help you. In an hours’ time you could call Sherlock and Watson, and we could do something a bit more fun." [Name] looked down, to keep Lucifer from seeing her expression. The slight innuendo in his wording made her heart beat a little faster, she knew he would be able to tell but she prayed he wasn't reading her mind so he at least wouldn't know why. Every so often he got slightly flirty, though she guessed it was simply him messing with her, and it drove her insane.

Lucifer had promised, months back now, that he would stop reading her mind (it rather annoyed her and she found it a breach of her privacy). Of course, she was talking about Lucifer, so she couldn't be sure he'd kept his promise - though of all the things he was, she hadn't found him to be a liar.

Still, [Name] was always very careful with her thoughts. The last thing she needed was for him to know of her little "crush." After all, people crushed on their friends all the time, she didn't have to let it ruin her friendship.

And if Sam and Dean ever found out... Well, if becoming involved with a demon was bad, she couldn't imagine the consequences of a relationship with the Devil.

She didn't let herself think about the fact that she was already involved with him, platonically or not. The friendship was harmless enough; Lucifer was still incapacitated and the company was nice.

Whenever she had conformation that the Winchesters were long gone, she broke the trap to let him out. It had taken months for her to come to trust him, and even then she knew it was a stupid and reckless idea. It was completely possible that he was playing her, and the very first time she half-expected him to kill her.

But he'd only stretched out his limbs, his joints cracking, and made himself comfortable on the small recliner in the library.

[Name] composed herself and then gave Lucifer a look. The blond was sitting cross-legged on top of one of the bookshelves, chin resting in his two open palms, looking down with what could almost be described as an innocent smile. I just don't know what to make of him, she sighed. "That's cheating. If someone's life were in danger maybe, but no one is dying yet. It's just weird occurrences. How am I supposed to get better if you're constantly solving every case for me?" she questioned. "Besides, where's the fun in that?"

"See, that's why I like you. You're not like most humans - you don't take the easy way out." In an instant he was at her side, sliding an arm around her waist as he yanked the book out of its position on the shelf. Lucifer watched her slight physical changes from the contact. He had to admit, at first he'd thought of her as little more than an amusing play-thing. Had she not all but forced him to get to know her, forced him to care for her, he would have probably thought little of killing her upon his escape.

In fact, that had been the plan. But then something changed. The look of trust, of vulnerability, in her [e/c] eyes had sparked something in him. Some form of empathy had risen in him, something of which he had not thought himself capable.

Then he realized why. She tried to sympathize with him: which was no small feat, when considering his horrendous acts towards her species.

But she tried.

And for the first time in many millennia he had met someone who tried to understand him, who tried not to judge him.

Finally, he could see what his brother had meant when he said that a lot of them tried to do better. He saw it whenever [Name] beat herself up about a failed case, or whenever she put her life on the line for the Winchesters - whenever she tried to forgive.

[Name] thought about his words for a moment, a faint smile on her lips. Her mind worked, mulling them over, when something clicked. She snatched the book from his hands, which actually managed to surprise him, and flipped frantically through until she found the desired page. "Well, that was rude," he chided lightly.

"Shhhh," she shushed quietly. She held a finger up, her eyes scanning the words rapidly. Lucifer raised an eyebrow, waiting for the apology that usually came after such an action. Rather, [Name] mumbled almost in a whisper, "I got it." Then louder, "I got it! It's so simple! I have to phone the boys. Thank you, Lucifer!" He watched as her eyes danced in delight: he liked that look on her, and he couldn't help but like that he had been the cause of it.

"Do I get to know what I'm being thanked for?" he asked, bemused. Despite her concerns, Lucifer had kept his promise of not reading her mind - at least when it came to anything less innocent than the book at the top of her mind - and was therefore in the dark to some of her more sporadic actions.

"The easy way out... I was thinking it was demon deals, or maybe a wishing well gone wrong... But I read something about this, it's a demi-god, I think." In another surprising action, she filled the distance between the two of them and wrapped her arms around his torso. Up to that point, [Name] had been rather careful in her physical interactions with him - which, of course, Lucifer understood. It took a moment for him to respond, then finally, he gently placed his arms around her waist.

It was a comfortable, almost euphoric moment. The case hadn't been easy to solve, it had been almost like trying to put together a cryptic puzzle, and she felt a sense of pride and happiness. Not to mention the rush that came from her proximity to Lucifer, but she hoped he would equate her speeding heart to adrenaline.

Then it slipped out. She had meant to say something different, but with her mind working-over time, she accidently muttered the words she'd been trying to supress. "I love you."

Lucifer stiffened and pulled away, at the same instant, [Name] realized her mistake and her eyes went wide. Her hands rushed to cover her mouth, as if she hoped to take the words back. However, they hung heavily in the air. "I- that's not what I... Lucifer..." But she knew he could tell, she couldn't lie to him after all.

A strange expression crossed his face, [Name] thought it looked like a mix of disappointment and anger. A second later, the flapping of wings confirmed his departure.

Lucifer was gone and [Name] was responsible.

Sam and Dean would kill her if he didn't first.

But her biggest concern was that she'd meant it.

She'd fucked up everything. In fact, Lucifer had probably left because he felt offended that she would feel that way. How dare she, a human, claim to love an archangel? What did she expect to mean to the Morningstar?

That night, she couldn't sleep. Part of her was terrified that he would come back and hurt her for daring to say something like that; another part of her was hurt and rejected even though she'd always known he wouldn't feel the same.

The only consolation she had, was that he'd seemed surprised. This meant that, at least, he hadn't been reading her mind and didn't know the extent of it.

Her clock said 03:27 and she counted down the seconds until she knew Sam and Dean would be home. After telling them of her break through, they'd seemed very relieved and assured her that they'd be home shortly. What the hell would they do when they saw Lucifer was out? Would she have to suffer the embarrassment of telling them her secret?

"I wouldn't make you suffer like that," a cool voice stated, it was emotionless and devoid of all its usual sarcasm and mocking. [Name] knew it instantly and cursed her involuntary reaction. When she sat up, she saw the slightly red reflection of his eyes in the darkness. He snapped and the lights came on. His face was practically blank. "I apologize for leaving you in such a manner. But you can understand how this can't happen." He said it so simply, she almost wanted to cry.

She didn't meet his eyes. "I know, and I didn't mean to say it."

"But you meant it."

"It's not exactly as if I have much of a choice in the matter. The point is, I didn't mean to say it. So can we just drop it? They'll be home tomorrow and I'm going to need my sleep to deal with them." Her words were harsher than intended, but Lucifer didn't react.

Slowly, he nodded. "Yes. We'll drop it. But promise me you'll put the thought out of your head. I really am doing this for your best interest."

His voice was calm.

So goddamn fucking calm.

[Name] suddenly felt angry. She sprang up from the bed and starred him down. "I get it, okay? I know I mean nothing to you. I'm just some silly little plaything to you. Do you have to slap me in the face with it?"

Lucifer studied the pain under her anger, unable to keep his resolve from melting. He had no idea what to say, to make her understand that he was trying to do the right thing. And not for the first time, though in a very different manner, he let his emotions take control. It was selfish he knew, but he couldn't stop. He cupped her face, and filled the distance half-way to her lips in a question. Consent, after all, was vital to an angel.

The expression in her eyes turned to confusion before finally she understood. She met him the rest of the way, kissing him desperately. Her hands balled into his shirt and he held her lightly around the waist. [Name] quickly became frustrated, wanting more of the kiss and not caring at all for the delicacy with which he was holding her. "I'm not made of glass, you know," she practically growled.

He smirked and in a moment she was pressed against the door. She was satisfied when he began to hold her more tightly, kiss her more roughly, though she could still sense his hesitance. She pulled away slightly, so they're noses were barely touching. "You asked for my consent, and I'm giving it to you. Just don't tell anyone, I don't think it would be too good for my reputation as a hunter to have everyone know about... This."

"Are you asking me if I'll be your secret?" he teased, watching her fixatedly. She nodded slightly, grinning. "I'll be yours if you'll be mine."
More Lucifer:
Reputation I
Be Your Love I
Be Your Love II
Be Your Love III

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