"...Next week, I promise!" Her surprise was maintained with Lucifer's attention momentarily elsewhere: Two elven children and a young human were clamoring to bid their farewells, insisting he keep his promise before hurrying off.
He waved after them, but blinked his surprise and turned when his peripheral picked up another presence. Her hand was always so soft, so comforting and his fingers immediately laced. The smile broadened and warmed. "Hey, sight for sore eyes. Check you out~!"
"Do you like it?" She asked, swishing the fabric with a sway of her hips. You would have never guessed this man just admitted to murder with how cheerfully they were greeting one another. Not that it bothered Night Sky much. No. What bothered her about the whole thing was how Lucifer was pushed into such a situation to begin with by a guy who was, to be blunt, an asshole who wasn't worthy of the devil's precious time.
She leaned down to kiss his cheek, voice lowering, amusement in her tone. "What's happening 'next week'?"
"C'est magnifique! I love it! It's so flowy." Yup. Just did a murder. Funny what goofing off with a bunch of kids and then greeting your wife can do for the mood.
He ducked his head a bit and chuckled awkwardly. "Ah... the orphanage needed help with something, and the ankle-biters got so attached to me that I told the caretakers on duty that I was okay swinging by once a week to visit. They enjoyed my magic tricks and how I turned the book they'd been read a thousand times into something new!"
She looked back over her shoulder. The children and their caretaker had since headed back inside. Night Sky imagined him in front of a handful of children, arms flailing theatrically, his voice pitching high and low for every character he played, magic in the air for dramatic effects and costume changes.
"Can I come sometime?" She asked. "Maybe I can help — and it'll be good practice, for when we have our own."
He'd be lying if he hadn't thought of that while interacting with them, even the too-cool-for-this Georgie, who wanted to be the most mature of them.
With a hand to the back of his neck, he did nothing to mask the way his color rose a little. He didn't want to grab the star gods and shake them at all. Don't be silly.
"Absolutely! They'll love you. They're all great; I'll tell you all about them on the way."
It was a shame they couldn't adopt them all and take them out on adventures once everything was settled in Caldera. Halsin would have been on board with that too, given he had done something similar back in Faerun. Alas. Maybe they could help find them homes — and if not that, be sure they were entertained and properly cared for now that the whole business with Georgie's friend was done. Not that Night Sky knew much about that particular event yet.
She started to lead them toward the secondary shop that had opened thanks to the popularity of the original Sea Cream shop, keeping close to his side with their hands interlocked.
"I'm glad something good came out of all of this." She said after a moment. "You don't have to talk about it if it's going to upset you — but if you need to vent about Alastor, I'm here."
Nothing to see here, just a fellow escorting the lady toward a little treat for the evening. He hadn't committed a crime at all...!
But Lucifer made a face and waved a hand dismissively. "Eh, what's there to say at this point? The guy decided to be an asshole again and tried to drag you, my ex-wife, a completely unrelated woman and those kids into his complete crash out. I've had enough."
Good thing Visitor's bodied vanished shortly after they died, huh?
She frowned. "Do you think he's going to be a problem when he gets back? I don't—" she tightened her grip on his hand. "I don't want him coming to the house again. Should we be worried?"
"If he knows what's good for him, he shouldn't. But I can inform Dazzle to be on higher vigilance in three days' time, should he for some reason lack sense and decide to try again."
He brought their linked hands to his lips. "...Worry not. Spare no further thought for him."
She couldn't help but think of how easily Alastor had made it into their home. Twice. She would have to tell the dogs to be on alert, just in case. And they'd definitely have to warn Halsin. It's not like he could do anything to any of them, but the fact that she had to even prepare for it sucked.
"Okay." She would try not to. Luckily, the little sea cream shop was coming up and wasn't nearly as packed as it had been when it first popped up. "So what's the plan for the rest of the day, then? Sea cream and then what? We could walk to the beach or something. Or we could just go home, if you prefer." They were out — may as well see how far they could go with this distraction.
"...A walk on the beach would be fantastic, actually." He smiled up at her.
"The smell of a sea breeze to clear the mind... you always read about it in a story, but you experience it yourself once and it just clicks." Besides, he did not want this lovely ensemble of hers to go to waste. He always appreciated when she tried things like this, though he also always worried that she was... well...
Lucifer paused to bite his tongue a second. But then he pressed on. "I hope you're not pushing yourself out of a comfort zone to, ah... y'know. I know I wear too much most days..."
Her gaze softened. Always worrying about her and her comfort, sweet Lucifer. Even now, after that unfortunate ordeal he had to suffer through.
"It's getting cooler," she said, sweeping back the thin cardigan to show off the orange croptop and black shorts underneath that hugged tight to the tops of her thighs. "So I figured I'd cover up a little more so you won't have to hear me complain about being cold. Also—" she leaned in to whisper. "I don't have anything on under these shorts." Which opened up a lot of fun possibilities if he thought about it.
She straightened up again. Smiled. "Anyway! What flavor do you want? My treat."
Sensible. It was getting colder, and he thought back to when they first met, and how she was all bundled up for herb-gathering in the dead of winter. But to open up the cardigan and get a load of how the top and shorts embraced her shape, hems giving freckled skin an enticing little squish that caused a slight trip in his focus.
The little secret had him audibly clear his throat and stand up straighter.
Were he a lesser man, he would have whimpered there. To his credit, he kept his wits about him.
"Right! Sea cream. The, ah... spicy one. I like the spicy-cool contrast. The Emberfruit Ripple wound up being my favorite." And that's why his mouth was watering.
"One Emberfruit Ripple and one Coral Bloom, then." She said cheerfully to the young man behind the counter who promptly went to work making their cones. Night Sky leaned into Lucifer's side while they waited, purposefully pressing her ample chest against his arm and resting her chin on his shoulder. "You seem warmer than usual, love."
He was looking forward to the treat. He definitely needed it after... after today.
Lucifer was still with the weight of another leaning against him. But he was given the privilege of such soft- nope. Nope, that's a very teeny-tiny whimper now. He'd run out of wits.
"Well, y'know, it's been a toasty day...! Definitely need this. Feelin'- feelin' hot..." He couldn't remember how long ago his tail had manifested, but it tapped a very steadying beat against his left boot. But he leaned his head to nuzzle her.
"Now who's the Devil here, darling...?" Quiet, playful, low.
Night Sky grinned as he leaned in and tipped her own head to nuzzle him back, angled to keep her antlers away from his skull. "I don't know what you mean," she whispered back, "I am just trying to distract my husband after a trying day. Is that devilish now?" Her actively teasing him in public definitely was, but if he had a problem with it, she was confident he would tell her to stop.
It wouldn't be long before their cones were done, and Lucifer would get a moment to breathe when Night Sky moved to pay for their treats, thank the man, and turn to hand Lucifer's cone to him. "Here you are, love. Do you want to sit in here, or find somewhere a little quieter?"
"Tempting, distracting... a fine line danced." If he had a problem, he sure wasn't voicing it. Make his day, Daeleth.
He did indeed get that breather when she went to cover the treats. Thank the... well, not the gods. Fuck them. Thank something. He accepted his cone and paused halfway toward his first bite. Hmmm...
"...Sitting in, I think. Why have a wander and let the sea cream melt, right?"
"Fair point. Pick a seat, love." And when he did, She would sit so unnecessarily close to him she may as well be in his lap. Night Sky was quick to start enjoying her treat, too, taking long, languid licks along the length of the scoop she had been given, complete with soft, half-moaned "Mmm's" of approval.
He would pick a nice window seat- it was a nice day- but sat up straighter when she plunked herself down and made like there was standing room only. Torturous.
Lucifer could have a bite. Why, he was able to enjoy two before the little sizzle and coupled cool of his own treat did nothing to soothe the twist in his belly. The way the sea cream gave against her tongue made his mouth run dry, mind puzzling over a solution to a... problem... he was increasingly starting to have, here. He didn't want them kicked out of a pretty nice establishment over a little fun.
"That one really does seem to be your favorite flavor, dear..." He hooked an arm around her waist. But his leg shook a little, a heel quietly tapping a rhythm, a way to keep himself even. The beauty of wearing slack-like pants if that he could relax like this, be senselessly teased and nobody would know.
But that gave him an idea. She was draped in this adorable number, wasn't she? His tail slowly snaked its way beneath, guarded by the dark material and embroidered edging. The brush up her thigh wasn't the slightest bit subtle.
"How is it that you make me envy food, my love...?"
They had been together long enough that she noticed things. Like the way he fidgeted; the rhythmic tapping of his foot. She was successfully riling him up — which was perfect to distract him from the earlier events of the day, and fun for her just to see how much she could get away with.
Then, she felt the tail. Danger incoming. Night Sky continued to eat her ice cream — but there was a brief stutter in her movements; her tongue curling into the soft, cold treat just a little deeper than she intended. Heat coiled in her belly when she thought of that tail slipping higher, how well it would be hidden under the clothes she had decided to wear for him.
"No need to be jealous, darling. If you want me to use my tongue on you," she leaned over to kiss his cheek, lips pleasantly chilled, "all you have to do is ask."
The chilly little kiss could only cool him so far. Her offer was altogether tempting, too. But it was a sight to see the way her tongue moved over the treat, driving him to have an extra swallow to cure the way his mouth watered.
"Generous as ever, Stardust..." That tail made a lazy drag up her inner thigh, slipped right into the pant leg, and discovered that she told no lie: No panties to be found.
"Say, I don't think I've ever had that flavor... why don't you tell me exactly what about it hits the spot for you~?" His question was coupled with a deliberate stroke of the spade along her slit, exploring. Teasing.
She leaned into him as she resettled, just in time for his tail to slink past fabric and up against the warmth between her thighs. Night Sky barely managed to muffle her moan, her hips shifting like she was adjusting her position in her seat.
"This one?" She managed to murmur. "It has this floral taste I lik-ahhh." Shit. Focus. She slapped her free down against Lucifer's thigh, fingers squeezing. "And it has this delicious pink swirl that tastes kind of like raspberry." Her tongue trailed along the length of said swirl. "Do you want to try some?"
Such a cute outfit. He'd enjoy watching her slip out of it later. But for now, it was the perfect cover to have a hand slip beneath too, running along warm skin up one of her sides. "Sounds tasty...!"
He chuckled with the offer, and raised his. "If you don't mind a little spice, taste for taste...?"
But Lucifer tipped his head, and in helping himself to a slow, deliberate run of his tongue along the cream, his tail followed suit: It dipped into her heat, running its way back before it hesitated at her entrance. There it circled, while his fingers slowly splayed as he filled his palm with one of her breasts.
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He waved after them, but blinked his surprise and turned when his peripheral picked up another presence. Her hand was always so soft, so comforting and his fingers immediately laced. The smile broadened and warmed. "Hey, sight for sore eyes. Check you out~!"
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She leaned down to kiss his cheek, voice lowering, amusement in her tone. "What's happening 'next week'?"
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He ducked his head a bit and chuckled awkwardly. "Ah... the orphanage needed help with something, and the ankle-biters got so attached to me that I told the caretakers on duty that I was okay swinging by once a week to visit. They enjoyed my magic tricks and how I turned the book they'd been read a thousand times into something new!"
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"Can I come sometime?" She asked. "Maybe I can help — and it'll be good practice, for when we have our own."
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With a hand to the back of his neck, he did nothing to mask the way his color rose a little. He didn't want to grab the star gods and shake them at all. Don't be silly.
"Absolutely! They'll love you. They're all great; I'll tell you all about them on the way."
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She started to lead them toward the secondary shop that had opened thanks to the popularity of the original Sea Cream shop, keeping close to his side with their hands interlocked.
"I'm glad something good came out of all of this." She said after a moment. "You don't have to talk about it if it's going to upset you — but if you need to vent about Alastor, I'm here."
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But Lucifer made a face and waved a hand dismissively. "Eh, what's there to say at this point? The guy decided to be an asshole again and tried to drag you, my ex-wife, a completely unrelated woman and those kids into his complete crash out. I've had enough."
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She frowned. "Do you think he's going to be a problem when he gets back? I don't—" she tightened her grip on his hand. "I don't want him coming to the house again. Should we be worried?"
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He brought their linked hands to his lips. "...Worry not. Spare no further thought for him."
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"Okay." She would try not to. Luckily, the little sea cream shop was coming up and wasn't nearly as packed as it had been when it first popped up. "So what's the plan for the rest of the day, then? Sea cream and then what? We could walk to the beach or something. Or we could just go home, if you prefer." They were out — may as well see how far they could go with this distraction.
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"The smell of a sea breeze to clear the mind... you always read about it in a story, but you experience it yourself once and it just clicks." Besides, he did not want this lovely ensemble of hers to go to waste. He always appreciated when she tried things like this, though he also always worried that she was... well...
Lucifer paused to bite his tongue a second. But then he pressed on. "I hope you're not pushing yourself out of a comfort zone to, ah... y'know. I know I wear too much most days..."
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"It's getting cooler," she said, sweeping back the thin cardigan to show off the orange croptop and black shorts underneath that hugged tight to the tops of her thighs. "So I figured I'd cover up a little more so you won't have to hear me complain about being cold. Also—" she leaned in to whisper. "I don't have anything on under these shorts." Which opened up a lot of fun possibilities if he thought about it.
She straightened up again. Smiled. "Anyway! What flavor do you want? My treat."
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The little secret had him audibly clear his throat and stand up straighter.
"Uh, wha- flavors? What were we eating?"
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"Sea cream, love. You can have a taste of something else later." She was on a roll apparently. "I think I'm going to get a cone of Coral Bloom."
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"Right! Sea cream. The, ah... spicy one. I like the spicy-cool contrast. The Emberfruit Ripple wound up being my favorite." And that's why his mouth was watering.
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"One Emberfruit Ripple and one Coral Bloom, then." She said cheerfully to the young man behind the counter who promptly went to work making their cones. Night Sky leaned into Lucifer's side while they waited, purposefully pressing her ample chest against his arm and resting her chin on his shoulder. "You seem warmer than usual, love."
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Lucifer was still with the weight of another leaning against him. But he was given the privilege of such soft- nope. Nope, that's a very teeny-tiny whimper now. He'd run out of wits.
"Well, y'know, it's been a toasty day...! Definitely need this. Feelin'- feelin' hot..." He couldn't remember how long ago his tail had manifested, but it tapped a very steadying beat against his left boot. But he leaned his head to nuzzle her.
"Now who's the Devil here, darling...?" Quiet, playful, low.
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Night Sky grinned as he leaned in and tipped her own head to nuzzle him back, angled to keep her antlers away from his skull. "I don't know what you mean," she whispered back, "I am just trying to distract my husband after a trying day. Is that devilish now?" Her actively teasing him in public definitely was, but if he had a problem with it, she was confident he would tell her to stop.
It wouldn't be long before their cones were done, and Lucifer would get a moment to breathe when Night Sky moved to pay for their treats, thank the man, and turn to hand Lucifer's cone to him. "Here you are, love. Do you want to sit in here, or find somewhere a little quieter?"
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He did indeed get that breather when she went to cover the treats. Thank the... well, not the gods. Fuck them. Thank something. He accepted his cone and paused halfway toward his first bite. Hmmm...
"...Sitting in, I think. Why have a wander and let the sea cream melt, right?"
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"Fair point. Pick a seat, love." And when he did, She would sit so unnecessarily close to him she may as well be in his lap. Night Sky was quick to start enjoying her treat, too, taking long, languid licks along the length of the scoop she had been given, complete with soft, half-moaned "Mmm's" of approval.
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Lucifer could have a bite. Why, he was able to enjoy two before the little sizzle and coupled cool of his own treat did nothing to soothe the twist in his belly. The way the sea cream gave against her tongue made his mouth run dry, mind puzzling over a solution to a... problem... he was increasingly starting to have, here. He didn't want them kicked out of a pretty nice establishment over a little fun.
"That one really does seem to be your favorite flavor, dear..." He hooked an arm around her waist. But his leg shook a little, a heel quietly tapping a rhythm, a way to keep himself even. The beauty of wearing slack-like pants if that he could relax like this, be senselessly teased and nobody would know.
But that gave him an idea. She was draped in this adorable number, wasn't she? His tail slowly snaked its way beneath, guarded by the dark material and embroidered edging. The brush up her thigh wasn't the slightest bit subtle.
"How is it that you make me envy food, my love...?"
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Then, she felt the tail. Danger incoming. Night Sky continued to eat her ice cream — but there was a brief stutter in her movements; her tongue curling into the soft, cold treat just a little deeper than she intended. Heat coiled in her belly when she thought of that tail slipping higher, how well it would be hidden under the clothes she had decided to wear for him.
"No need to be jealous, darling. If you want me to use my tongue on you," she leaned over to kiss his cheek, lips pleasantly chilled, "all you have to do is ask."
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"Generous as ever, Stardust..." That tail made a lazy drag up her inner thigh, slipped right into the pant leg, and discovered that she told no lie: No panties to be found.
"Say, I don't think I've ever had that flavor... why don't you tell me exactly what about it hits the spot for you~?" His question was coupled with a deliberate stroke of the spade along her slit, exploring. Teasing.
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"This one?" She managed to murmur. "It has this floral taste I lik-ahhh." Shit. Focus. She slapped her free down against Lucifer's thigh, fingers squeezing. "And it has this delicious pink swirl that tastes kind of like raspberry." Her tongue trailed along the length of said swirl. "Do you want to try some?"
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He chuckled with the offer, and raised his. "If you don't mind a little spice, taste for taste...?"
But Lucifer tipped his head, and in helping himself to a slow, deliberate run of his tongue along the cream, his tail followed suit: It dipped into her heat, running its way back before it hesitated at her entrance. There it circled, while his fingers slowly splayed as he filled his palm with one of her breasts.
"Five stars! I love it. Sweet, and very soft..."
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