betterthanaplan | Lucifer's mansion, Friday morning

"I swear that's never happened to me before," Duke said, staring quite fixedly at the ceiling. He and Lucifer had had a perfectly lovely date night last night, full of good food and sly puns, finishing up as promised with champagne in Lucifer's hot tub before they'd headed to bed.

And proceeded to spend the night encountering increasingly ridiculous reasons why they couldn't quite manage to get each other off, culminating this morning in Duke actually falling off the bed rather spectacularly while trying to get just the right angle. He was now the floor next to it, tangled inexplicably in a sheet, rubbing the part of his head that had grazed the nightstand on his way down.

This had gone way past ridiculous.

[for him whose bedroom it is]

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my_own_advocate

"After everything that's happened, the least it could do was let us fornicate in peace," Lucifer pointed out.

Especially when you'd repressed as much stressful, painful stuff as he had over the past few months.

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betterthanaplan

"Maybe it's one of those . . . one day things."

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my_own_advocate

"You mean it could be over tomorrow?" Lucifer asked.

Oh god, don't do that hopeful puppy thing, it really wasn't your style.

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betterthanaplan

"I mean there's no reason to think it won't," Duke said.

He'd made up with Octavia. His optimism was back.

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my_own_advocate

"Well, at least that might be manageable," Lucifer muttered.

(Maybe he needed this kind of intimacy after how breakable everything had suddenly seemed these past few weeks. He wasn't thinking about it, though, he was just feeling the general panic behind it.)

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betterthanaplan

Duke reached up for him. "C'mere. We can at least cuddle while we bemoan our blue balls together."

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my_own_advocate

"The bloody indignity of it," Lucifer said, but he took Duke's hand regardless. "I have never."

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betterthanaplan

"Could be worse," Duke said. "Could be hitting our actual junk instead of just putting shit in our way."

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my_own_advocate

Lucifer managed a full-body shiver before he bothered to get back on the bed. "Don't even tempt it."

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betterthanaplan

Duke tugged on his hand again, trying to pull him down against his chest. "I wouldn't dare."

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my_own_advocate

"Good," Lucifer said, stubborn, because he couldn't help it (and because he had to stay righteously annoyed, because the alternative was worse).

Only then did he go with that tug, curling up against Duke like a grumpy devilish blanket.

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betterthanaplan

Duke set the ice pack aside, running his other hands lightly up and down Lucifer’s back. “I promise, when this is over, I’ll let you do anything you like to me.”

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my_own_advocate

Lucifer snorted softly. "Not the point," he said.

Into Duke's neck, where he'd already parked his face.

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betterthanaplan

“I know.” Duke continued to brush his fingers up and down Lucifer’s spine. “It’s incredibly unfair.”

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my_own_advocate

"Something is bound to go according to plan eventually," Lucifer muttered.

He was just going to pretend Duke's hand wasn't calming him down, now. Yep.

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betterthanaplan

Duke was perfectly happy to let him pretend, so long as he got to keep stroking.

“Well sure. It’s only a matter of time.”

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my_own_advocate

Lucifer made a noise that was frustration, damn it, and not the celestial equivalent of an agitated cat releasing its tension. (That was a lie.)

"We should all try going somewhere again," he said, "Or something."

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betterthanaplan

“Sure,” Duke said easily. “Where do you want to go?”

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my_own_advocate

"I don't know, San Diego?" Lucifer said, their earlier conversation still fresh on his mind. "They have boats in San Diego."

His arm slid over Duke's chest.

He wanted to get up and throw things.

He wanted to keep curling into Duke until the last of his agitated energy fled.

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betterthanaplan

Duke checked to make sure the hand that had held the ice pack wasn't still too cold, then started carding it through Lucifer's hair.

"Tavi can bring the Samsara, then."

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my_own_advocate

"If we find someone who does boat portals," Lucifer said, his body beginning to slump more into Duke. Relaxing.

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betterthanaplan

“I bet we could,” Duke said. “We’re pretty resourceful.”

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my_own_advocate

"I wonder if miss Smith would let us borrow her portal gun," Lucifer said.

(He always felt better talking about practical things they could do.)

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betterthanaplan

Duke noticed, and had no trouble entertaining him.

“I bet she would, if she knew it was for a good cause.”

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my_own_advocate

"Mm-hm," Lucifer agreed thoughtfully.

Then he fell silent, his hand almost sliding up to press against Duke's cheek - until he remembered about the black eye. He dropped it back onto Duke's shoulder.