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Letting him lead me into the mall I let him hold my hand, a seemingly casual gesture that I didn’t realize was a trap until I started to wonder why out of all places in the city he’d chosen our first date to be at the mall. He was tugging me along when I started to slow down and look around.

“Lucifer… why are we in the mall?” I asked tugging him back to look at me. He grinned and stepped backward until he could loop our linked arms around my front and push me forward with his free hand.

“We’re going shopping of course!” he said, too cheerfully.

“Shopping for what?” I asked hesitantly, fearing I knew where he was going to take me.

“Lingerie of course! I wasn’t kidding about those white panties the other day. I am buying you what you deserve to wear!” he said grinning mischievously. I paled.

“Lucifer! No! Absolutely not! I don’t want - ” I protested as he pushed me into a lingerie store that right before my eyes seemed to empty. I stared in awe as even the consultants all left, save one who’s eyes flickered red when she smiled.

“Your highness,” she greeted demurely with a little bow. “How many I serve you today?”

“My mistress needs some garments more to my liking. You know the staple things she will need, but I would be shown some of your other ideas,” he said cheerfully, pushing me toward the woman. She caught me as I turned and fumed.

“Your mistress?! Lucifer I’m your-”

“Ah-ah,” Lucifer said tapping my nose playfully. “For your own safety love,” he explained with a wink and kissed me quickly before the demon lady dragged me away.

The thing about the kiss… I couldn’t move after. The demon lady must have expected this because after she loaded up a bag with mysteriously silky garments she went about dressing me as though I were one of the many mannequins in a black lace piece of lingerie complete with black thong and a lacy set of black handcuffs that I expected wouldn’t be terribly hard to tear apart had I been able to move. Though I supposed that wasn’t the point. Then she walked me out to where Lucifer was waiting sprawled on a circular couch like the pampered prince he was.

I glowered at him and tried to stamp out the swell of exhilaration that fluttered in my stomach. I could feel his eyes skim over my skin, what was bare and what was not. I held my breath as he rose and circled me before lifting my hands above my head, pinning them to the mirror behind me with the heel of his hand on the fabric between the cuffs. I exhaled when his fingers traced the neckline of the garment and was thankful that my paralysis kept me from physically reacting like a wonton.

“While I do admit to loving the slave look, it is a bit over done isn’t it?” he mused. “Though it is quite a treat to see her so… subdued.”

I glared at him and he chuckled, sending me off to try another one of his demon friend’s outfits. Before the trip was done I was a nurse, a schoolgirl and many variations and colours of various pieces that the demon girl just thought I would look good in. Finally I was put back in my summer outfit and walked out to where Lucifer was waiting with three bags of mysterious things. When I stopped in front of him he grinned and picked up a simple white silk slip with lace edging and dangled it before me.

“We’ll need this sometime too,” he teased and slipped in into the bag before kissing me again. I felt the feeling some back to my limbs and I couldn’t decide whether to hit him or try to get another kiss. I settled for a “hmph” sound and stormed out of the store. He followed me cheerfully.

“What’s the matter darling?” he said jovially draping an arm over my shoulder. I shoved him away from me crankily.

“I can’t believe you! Really Lu-” I started to snap when a woman tackled me, scooping me up and spinning me around.

“ELLIE DEAR!” A crystalline bell of British accent cheered and when she set me down I smiled tiredly at Katie and hugged her back. We were joined by her boyfriend, Gabriel and they looked from me to Lucifer.

“And who is this, Ellie?” she said conspiratorially raising a brow at the bags from the lingerie store in his hand. I turned the colour of a beet and she grinned.

“Katie this is uhm – I – This is -”

“Chris Damon,” Lucifer offered, kissing her hand with a grin. “I’m Ellie’s boyfriend.”

“My what?” I squeaked at the same time that Katie asked, “Her what? Boyfriend? Ellie you didn’t tell me you had a boyfriend!”

Lucifer grinned. “Well she did want to make me wait a while before we announced it. She’s pretty shy, you know.”

Katie nodded grinning at the bags. “Well I can see you’ve been busy!” she said laughing. “Oh! Oh! Ellie guess what darling! Gabey proposed! Come lets get drinks and I’ll tell you all about it!” She cheered linking arms with me and dragging me off to the restaurant attached to the mall.

The night ended several hours later with Lucifer driving us home and my not talking to him because I was still mad about the lingerie store. The silence was broken by Lucifer clearing his throat.

“Katie’s boyfriend… I don’t like him,” he said quietly.

“What do you mean you don’t like him? He was perfectly nice! HE probably doesn’t paralyze his fiancée and make her try on clothes in lingerie shops!” I replied pouting.

“I paid for drinks and then sat through you trying on shoes for an hour just to get one pair too, didn’t I? I think that ought to count for something,” He shot back. I had to smile then. He’d been perpetually grouchy through that too, often proclaiming that he would buy me one of everything in the store if we could just leave. I nodded and leaned over to him resting my head on his shoulder.

“I still don’t like him Ellie. Something is off,” he pressed. “The guy was looking at me as though he had a grudge. And for once I was perfectly nice with mortals. I don’t want you hanging out around him without me.”

I had to agree with him on that. Luficer had been the perfect gentleman. But I didn’t see the hostility that he saw. If promising to bring him along on outings with Katie and Gabe would make him feel better I could do that.

“Between you and Katie I don’t think I could get away with it anyways. Now that you’re my boyfriend she’ll want to do double dates and stuff up until the wedding,” I told him, absently tracing the symbols on my finger on the inside of his arm. I was memorizing them so I could find out what they meant later. Lucifer chuckled.

“Well I figured fiancé would be a stretch for you when she’s never met me,” he reasoned and looked down at my wandering fingers. “What are you doing?” When I explained he grinned. “It’s my name, Elizabeth. Look, yours is on my hand.”

He offered me his left hand and sure enough my signature ringed his finger. I looked back at mine and frowned. “Why is mine in jibberish?”

“My signature is in demonic runes, I learned to write that before all of the languages of your world,” he explained.

“Huh,” I mused, leaning back in my chair to look at the marks. “So we literally have our names on each other. What’s happens to the marks when we get married?”

The night went on peacefully to say the least. Lucifer went about doing his Hell work and I laid in his bed to catch up on the reading I missed being asleep in a bathtub for two days. When bed time came around I returned to my room and got changed into a pair of fuzzy pj pants and a tank top. Walking back into Lucifer’s room I leaned against the door and watched him work for a few minutes before telling him good night.

“Goodnight Elizabeth,” he replied softly, looking up from his work to meet my gaze.

I grinned. “What? No good-night kiss?” I teased before turning to go. Lucifer appeared in front of me and I yelped in surprise almost falling backward. He caught me to him and pressed his lips to mine gently. When he drew away from me he tucked a lock of my hair behind his ear and smiled.

“Sleep well Elizabeth,” he murmured before turning and pushing me gently toward my room.

I did sleep well, until I woke up gasping from a nightmare. I trembled and tried to tell myself I wasn’t there anymore, that I was safe in my room but somehow that only made me cry, curling into a ball in my bed. The trembling didn’t stop until Lucifer’s crawled into my bed, pulling me into his arms and kissing my forehead.

“Your mom wasn’t kidding about the spell being more sensitive,” he said sleepily and I clung to him like a child. This was the beginning of a nightly occurrence for us until Lucifer finally proclaimed that we would be merging rooms so we could get a full night’s sleep.

I don’t know why I was surprised when I agreed before leaving for a 4 hour shift at work that a complete renovation knocking out the wall separating our rooms was done by the time I got back.

Our room now looked like something out of a medieval castle with a fireplace and a huge four-poster bed and even a wrought iron candle chandelier. I had stood there gaping like a fish until Lucifer urged me into the equally exquisite en suite bathroom to soak away the smell of coffee from my skin.

Now I stood in front of my closet in a towel wondering where my comfortable old jeans were amidst the hoard of expensive clothing Lucifer had been sneaking into our room. He didn’t seem to be trying to change my style so much as the quality of my clothing. I didn’t think I had touched polyester in about a month. We were supposed to be meeting Katie and Gabe for dinner and I was feeling a little lost for what to wear.

“Do we have to go?” Lucifer complained walking out of the bathroom with a towel around his hips. I looked back at him and bit my lip. He was all muscle and smooth skin and knowing he was mine had changed from a curse to a blessing. Problem was, he knew it. He strode up behind me and smoothed his hands up my arms to massage my shoulders. “We really could stay inside tonight. I could massage you, you could massage me…”

The idea was tempting. Really. Lucifer and I had been exploring my newfound sexuality. We hadn’t quite gotten to the sex part but that didn’t seem to deter him from tempting me with other pleasures. But I had to turn around in his arms and turn his offer down.

“No, Lucifer, we promised to be there,” I told him. “Now lets get ready so we can come home and trade massages.”