fandomtownies | The Devil's Nest, Monday Evening

Order a drink!

If asked, Wilson would fully support this idea and perhaps even encourage the Lightbringer to stick around to make sure his clothes were properly cared for.

He was mortal like that.

For the moment he was politely returning one of Lucifer's shirts to him, the navy blue silk hanging artfully from his more slender frame, the tails untucked so that they brushed the tops of his soft, well worn looking jeans. The sleeves were rolled 3/4 of the way up his forearms, hands tucked into the pockets of those jeans.

"Good evening, Lucifer."

Returning. Right.

Lucifer simply raised an eyebrow at the shirt. "James."

If it were possible, the shirt might have looked all warm and invitingly back at the Lightbringer ...

Leaning on the bar, Wilson canted his head to the side and smiled up at the Adversary.

"Wine? White, chilled? Please?"

Because no matter who one was, one was always polite to the Prince of the Eastern Sky.

Never before had Wilson been so very lucky the Lightbringer was so indulgent of him and his clothing theft. Lucifer spared one last amused glance at the shirt before pouring Wilson his glass of wine. "Should I expect the rest back any time soon? Or is this just to get it laundered?"

Taking a long, long sip of the wine, Wilson licked a little dropplet off the top of his lip and pushed away from the bar.

Dark eyes twinkling with playful pleasures, he began to walk towards the dance floor (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/2094420.html?thread=92939604#t92939604).

"Perhaps I am taking it out for a dance?"

Lounge!

Dance!

Letting Lucifer stay behind the bar for the moment, Wilson made his way out to the dance floor, wine glass in one hand.

As he stepped into the floor, he began to move his body gracefully in time with the soft, slightly sultry song that happened to come on. Sometimes luck did seem to be with him.

Turning towards Lucifer Wilson took a sip off the wine his body moving with a more sensual promise as he danced, one finger tip came downwards and slid deftly along the seam line of the shirt, caressing it in an almost intimate manner.

There was nothing coy about his actions, they were by no means a tease so much as a promise, the mortal moving this way simply for the joy and pleasure of the actions of his own body. James Wilson was not the handsome man that Aziraphale or Lucifer were but he was comfortable in his own skin and that confidence came across loud and clear, both via the bond and his body language.

Lucifer was always invited. Invited to join, invited to watch ... it was the devil's pleasure.

Stepping out from behind the bar, Lucifer made no move to join the mortal. Instead he leaned against a table in the lounge, watching Wilson's movements with great interest.

There was definitely something intoxicating about having the Lightbringer's interest and Wilson lifted the glass to his lips to take another sip of his wine.

Spinning lightly on the balls of his feet, he brought his hand upwards towards his own throat. Without a tie to cinch it shut, the slightly larger neck of the shirt already gaped on the mortal and Wilson was able to lightly encircle his own throat with long slender fingers. Caressing the line of his jugular downwards to his collarbone, if it just so happened that another button on the shirt came undone ... well ... oops?

Settling back, Lucifer very well might have seemed to be lurking as he watched Wilson dance and fondle his shirt. This was almost as interesting as actually dancing with the mortal.

Almost.

It was a silk shirt! This meant it begged fondling.

Wilson was in no rush, letting the music from the player seem to guide his movements as he danced on his own. Skillful hands moved across the shirt, flipping the tails, caressing the finely stitched seams, worshiping the delicate buttons.

The way those buttons just happened to keep coming unbuttoned was hard to explain. Wilson's fingers never seemed to linger long enough and yet, the shirt kept parting further and further with agonizing slowness. Yet, the fabric continued to cling to flesh that was becoming slightly damp from the dancing exertions.

Perhaps it was a lot of practice with removing a certain Devil's shirts?

Once it seemed Wilson might be starting to tire, Lucifer silently pushed away from the table he had been leaning against and stalked onto the dance floor, coming up from behind Wilson. "Having fun, are we?"

At least Wilson's desire to pilfer them meant that he usually took care not to tear them asunder when removing them.

Ahem.

Closing his eyes as he felt Lucifer's heat behind him, Wilson smile and lay his head back, lightly against the angel's shoulder. The exercise of the dancing had warmed his body and the mixed scents of the shirt and the mortal's cologne rose from the silk fabric clinging to his torso.

"More fun now," he answered truthfully.

Smirking, Lucifer placed his hands on Wilson's hips. "Good," He replied, lips brushing against the mortal's ear.

That light caress of his ear would never cease to send shudders through the mortal and it seemed as if Wilson found a renewed spurt of energy as he backed into the Lightbringer, fitting his back to the angel's front.

One hand reached back to grip Lucifer's hip and Wilson shamelessly lead the moves of the free style dance he had begun earlier on his own.

With a quiet chuckle, Lucifer let him take the lead on this dance. He leaned in close to kiss the side of Wilson's neck, enjoying the movements.

Pleasure, resonated through the bond as Wilson embraced every touch of the Lightbringer's lips to his neck.

Lifting his hand, he pushed slender fingers backwards to card through preternaturally blond hair, catching the back of Lucifer's neck in a light touch. Nothing that the angel couldn't break if he simply straightened but a chance to rest flesh against bare flesh, a chance to touch Lucifer.

"Eager tonight, aren't we?" Lucifer muttered, lifting his head just enough to nip sharply at Wilson's ear.

"Perhaps I desire the chance to test my stamina?" Wilson returned softly, turning his head to lay a soft kiss along the line of the angel's jaw.

Lucifer chuckled. "Is that so?"

That earned the Adversary a light, sharp nip.

"Mmmm."

"Shall we start testing this now?" Lucifer teased, a small thrust of his hips.

Turning, slowly, in the Adversary's arms Wilson let the wine glass fall to the dance floor, ignoring the crash of the glass as it shattered.

Reaching for the angel's belt loops, the mortal tugged those hips in close, arching his body so that chests bumped and his lips were a breath away from his lover's mouth.

"Maybe we can test a few things tonight?" He offered, dark eyes soft and heated as they looked up into gold.

With a smirk and a small wave of his hand, the wine glass was whole and back on the bar.

And the pair? Upstairs, testing a few things.

How is it Monday already?!

Because the world demands more Heroes.

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