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The Devil's Nest, Mnoday Night

There were new people in town this week. Interesting.

Lucifer opened the club, as usual, taking his place behind the bar. Musubi was there, of course, in case someone wanted their drink a touch quicker. What? He was the former prince of Hell, he would take his sweet time with that drink.

[[ooc: mostly here, but with periods of AFK due to BBQing]]

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Order a drink. If you're of age, of course.

After a delightfully busy first day of school (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhigh/1500865.html) Wilson had caught up with Aziraphale and enjoyed a grilled out dinner at home and was now heading on down to the Nest for drinks and possibly dancing.

He was also still wearing a certain purloined shirt, sleeves rolled up to half way along his forearm, as he wandered towards the bar.

Lucifer raised an eyebrow, looking at the shirt. "So that's where it went."

Wilson looked down at the comfortable silk shirt and smiled serenely over towards Lucifer.

"You mean you didn't know?"

Lucifer just gave him a knowing look. Of course he knew, it was just bad taste to flaunt.

Wilson grinned back and settled up on a bar stool.

"May I have a scotch," he ordered, paused and then, just to be different and perhaps a bit cheeky, "and a kiss?"

"A scotch," Lucifer replied, pushing the glass forward. "Of course. The kiss you'll have to earn."

Taking the scotch Wilson paused in his teasing for a moment to indulge in a sip, closing his eyes and simply enjoying the smoky bite of the aged single malt.

Then, he set it aside and folded his hands neatly on the bar.

"Hmmm...and what is the going price for kisses today?"

Lucifer smirked at him, leaned forward slightly over the bar. "A shirt."

Wilson's dark eyes widened in an expression of pure innocence and he reached down to tug at the collar of his shirt.

"This ... shirt?"

Hmm ... shirt for a kiss and Lucifer was soooo close.

Still looking boyishly innocent, Wilson undid the top couple of buttons on the shirt and very ~~sexily~~ ~~neatly~~ sexily tugged it off, up over his head. He then handed it, still warm from his body and lightly scented with his cologne, towards the Adversary.

Accepting the shirt, Lucifer raised an eyebrow. "I would have accepted any shirt, but I suppose this will do." With a put upon look, he suddenly leaned forward and stole the kiss.

Naked now from the waist down, Wilson leaned into the kiss, eyes closed and he was most likely radiating very lazy, content mortal vibes at the moment.

Leaning back, just a hair, he whispered against Lucifer's mouth.

"This way, I can steal it back from you later."

"I think I will need to increase my wardrobe if you keep this up," Lucifer teased, pulling away with a small smirk.

~~Err naked from the waist up, as from the waist down would be a more private post all together~~

Wilson picked up his scotch and observed Lucifer from over the edge of the rim. He did not seem to feel this was a bad idea!

Shaking his head and chuckling, Lucifer gave him an amused look. "Shall I just start having them monogrammed with a J and W?"

There was a moment's pause as Wilson enjoyed the mental image of Lucifer wearing such a monogrammed shirt himself, perhaps a hint of that pride from the other day but then a quiet sort of calm acceptance of reality.

"I like them monogrammed just the way they are," he said, sipping his scotch and looking down at the bar.

Lucifer might be the unattainable but Wilson was quite content to be the claimed property of the Lightbringer.

"If you are certain," Lucifer replied with a small bow of his head. After a small pause, Lucifer went out from behind the bar to stand by Wilson. "Shall we dance?"

Wilson looked up, catching sight of a certain silver bell and he smiled.

The smile grew, when Lucifer came out from behind the bar and the suggestion of a dance came up.

"Have I ever said no?" Wilson said, his smile softening into that rare, peaceful expression that usually made an appearance only when he was around the two angels in his life.

Setting the scotch glass down on the counter, he turned and politely placed his hand on Lucifer's elbow.

"Let's, please."

With a small smile, Lucifer turned to lead his partner to the dance floor (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/2023587.html?thread=91145123#t91145123).

Play pool!

A quiet jazz played today.

Once at the dance floor, Lucifer paused, bowing to his partner like a proper gentleman should. "Dr. Wilson."

Wilson wasn't going so far as to curtsy but he did return the bow.

"Mr. Lucifer," he acknowledged properly, face serene but dark eyes twinkling with carefully banked humor and fire.

Wrapping an arm around Wilson's waist, Lucifer pulled him in close. He held out one hand, waiting for the mortal to take it. "What shall we dance this evening?"

Wilson curled his fingers around Lucifer's, his body molding itself to the Lightbringer's in a way that spoke of intimate trust.

"Tango?" He whispered softly against the angel's throat.

The music changed abruptly, a fast paced tango beat filled the room. "If you're certain that you can keep up, Lucifer teased.

Oooo but that tease was a definite challenge and Wilson's chin lifted archly.

"You're the one who's over dressed for the party," he pointed out, body adopting the proper posture for the extremely sensual dance.

"Now whose fault is that" Lucifer asked, stalking forward in time to the music, forcing Wilson back.

The mortal gracefully gave ground while some how still managing to maintain his air of dignity and a hint of playful arrogance.

"Mmmm I suppose I am guilty," he admitted.

Waiting until the music brought them tightly together, he turned his head against Lucifer's ear and whispered exactly how he planned to rectify the situation, when they were alone in the apartment over the Nest.

Twisting them suddenly, Lucifer picked up the pace of the dance. "Is that so?" He whispered back.

Sucking in a quick breath, Wilson's hand caught at the back of Lucifer's shirt to steady himself as they twisted around and he turned his head slightly to catch his lover's eyes.

"MmmHmm," he murmured, tone rich with promise.

"Looking to give Aziraphale a taste of his own medicine, are we? Lucifer asked, lips brushing against Wilson's ear.

The mortal shivered delicately in response to the touch of Lucifer's lips against his ear, the feel of the angel's breath along his neck.

His own mouth, kept close to Lucifer's jaw, tailed a line of light kisses upwards until he could press his lips to the Lightbringer's ear.

"My focus when I'm with you, is with you and does not allow for such petty teasing," Wilson whispered.

Aziraphale, would get a taste of his own medicine in a completely different, if no less wickedly carnal manner, when the Guardian least expected it.

With one last twist, Lucifer smirked, dipping Wilson down low. "Excellent."

The mortal relaxed back into the dip, letting the angel support him completely, a soft grin on his lips.

With an echoing smile, Lucifer pulled him back up for a bruising kiss and took them somewhere a little less public so they could continue the dance ~~and not naughty up a public comm~~.

Mmmm, BBQ

Hint!

Which you probably already know being ... you but anyway, put the cheese *inside* the burger and then grill (be careful not to smush the burger). You get your cheesy goodness without having condiments sliding all over the place.

Mmmm, Burgers sound good. Sadly I'm only grilling chicken.

Are you barbecuing chicken like...the way it's supposed to be done, so that it's kind of crispy on the outside, and a little bit smoky-flavored?

Because if you are, I think I may have to hate you now.

*wants BBQ OMG but it is freaking 101 degrees out and the mere thought of cooking on a grill is torture*

Eeesh. *offers grilled chicken*

FOOD.

What? I just ate an undercooked piece of bacon, some potatoes and BEANS for dinner a few hours ag.

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