Room 616: Aftermath+

[7twistedwishes]

The room is spacious and comfortable, a large studio-like space with all amenities needed.

All. Believe us, if it's not in sight, it's tucked away somewhere within easy reach.

Now, Lucifer had all intentions of dragging her new special friend to bed, but judging by the scattered clothes, they made a few stops on the way, like the kitchen nook and the couch, shedding fabric like it were really, really bothering them.

But they made it.

And they did it.

Ahem...

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[7twistedwishes]

"Oh, I know I could just go without a top... but then you could get in trouble for parading me around that way." See, the Devil cares about him.

...its much more fun if Gus puts himself in trouble by his own initiative.

[thesupersmeller]

He rolls his eyes a little, hating to admit that she's right... of course, with her sitting on his lap in not much but an apron - he'd admit damn near anything true or not.

"When do you want to go?" He might be a little eager, but he can't help it. Every time she's near him all he can think about is getting more.

[7twistedwishes]

"Any time you have the time, darling... while I'm here, I work on your schedule." My, isn't she accommodating?

[thesupersmeller]

He nods again with that same easy smile. "I've, uh... Shawn and I have been really busy and Juliet's birthday is in a couple days..."

He flushes warm again, eyes drawn to to his shirt hanging off the edge of the bed.

Shawn's gonna kill me if he ever finds out...

Nobody can find out... No problem....

[7twistedwishes]

"Oh, I'm not in a rush, dearest... take your time, and I will be right here waiting." NO pressure.

Just the weight of her lovely body on his lap.

She does not need to pressure him in any other way.

[thesupersmeller]

His senses are starting to get the better of him, but not even close to enough to move him from where he is right now.

Gus takes another bite and then pushes up against her to share a warm kiss of the perfect food and the perfect... well, not technically a woman, but the warm female body in his lap tells him otherwise.

"I should start thinking about heading home..." he murmurs in between soft kisses - conflicted, as always.

[7twistedwishes]

"True, we don't want to disturb your life... too much." Her lips are warm, soft, eager as always. "I'd hate to get you in trouble."

Before it's time, she means, but why worry about such details?

[thesupersmeller]

Prying himself away feels nearly impossible as he kisses her again, the warm caress of her lips and tongue and the weight in his lap as intoxicating as the finest wine.

Still, his brain finally gets the better of him and he breaks away, taking his last bite of the spicy meal. "Thank you, for the wonderful evening." He kisses her again and breaks away with a soft sigh.

He wants to fall so badly, to let himself give in to the pull of lust - but the lingering shame for his transgressions is catching up to him.

[7twistedwishes]

Oh, but it is much more fun when they resist.

Gus, one way or another, is making The Devil very happy. "No, thank you dear: I enjoyed every second."

She decides to leave certain tricks for another time, and will, for now, simply draw her poor near-helpless mortal lover to shower together.

Then get dressed.

Then let him go.

[thesupersmeller]

And he's trying to - but leaving in his undershirt with the torn purple silk under his arm, Gus can't help but feel like kicking himself for leaving at all.

The guilt wouldn't come until he runs into someone he knows trying to slip back out the door to the Psych office and has to explain why he looks like the kid that got caught with his hand in the cookie jar.