fandomtownies | The Devil's Nest, Monday Night

Watch out for olives!

"Hey how are you tonigh-whoop!" Leo found an olive.

Musubi leaned over the bar to look at the man on the floor, then calmly went back to cleaning glasses.

Silly mortals.

Gingerly picking himself up off the floor, Leo looked around for what had made him slip. "I think someone dropped something around here Man."

Musubi nodded. "Yes, my lord. Olives."

That's when Leo spotted the squished olive. "Oh, yeah, that's what it was alright. Careful where you step Man, there might be more."

Where the master of the establishment was playing piano.

Wilson was a little tired as he headed into the Nest tonight.

Not omgendoftheworldmustemo tired, just a rueful teenage boys are stupid (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomhigh/1541615.html?thread=94482671#t94482671) and doubling so when they can both flambe you, sort of tired.

Getting a glass of chilled white wine from the bar, the mortal headed towards the lounge and the source of piano music. It was no secret, how much he enjoyed Lucifer's playing and so Wilson settled himself contentedly into a deep, comfortable chair and exhaled a deep breath as he simply listened.

If they did manage to flambe him, Lucifer wouldn't think it would be much of a mistake either of them would soon repeat.

Such was one of the perks of seeing the star of the morning. Flames were his, not some boy's.

Lucifer's music took a more relaxed tone, softer now.

Oh but that was very nice indeed and the mortal reflected is gratitude in the way he further relaxed, almost melting in the chair.

Eyes closed, head against the back, Wilson crossed his ankles and adopted a pose that had served him well through many long nights at the hospital. He didn't doze, so much as slipped into a state of alert mellowness, aware of his surroundings but utterly unconcerned for anything except studying the inside of his eyelids for holes.

It seemed the doctor needed a rest this evening. Far be it for Lucifer to push him for anything too... strenuous.

So he continued to play. Enjoying the music himself as it flowed.

Wilson might also have been plotting a bit about how to address Johnny and Wyatt tomorrow in his office hours, in some small corner of his zoning brain.

Equally reluctant to disturb Lucifer's playing, Wilson settled down with a rare sort of patience, letting the evening unfolding with a slow sort of gentleness.

Lucifer's suggestions on the matter involved a sharp knife and rope. Though he went for the more.. archaic punishments.

It truly was peaceful like this. Quite enjoyable.

Maybe next week?

For the moment, it was definitely too peaceful to be thinking bloodthirsty thoughts. A much better moment for remembering more serene times, like a particularly quiet night on a beach.

Lucifer preferred to remember a night in the snow. An anniversary that was fast approaching.

Lucifer made a mental note to plan something come the first snowfall of the year.

It was, wasn't it? A remembrance of some sort could almost be counted on by the sentimental mortal, particularly if there was the peaceful quiet of a snowfall to serve as backdrop.

One could only hope it did not happen while one was away or unavoidably occupied.

Then again, would that really stop Lucifer?

The music picked up, slightly, taking on tune that might have reminded one of winter time.

Not if the Lightbringer put his Will into the equation.

The change in music brought a smile to the mortal's lips. There was enough of a growing hint of chill in the air that his mind didn't have a hard time coming up with winter like images and with them the warm moments shared by a fire.

Whether it be the gentle, quiet companionship of reading books and sharing tea, or more heated activities that seemed to take on a whole new air of decadence when performed in front of a warm blaze.

As if they needed the excuse of cool temperatures to do such things in front of a fire.

Silly mortal.

Lucifer smirked as he continued to play, amused by Wilson's reactions.

Ahh but they would need a fireplace for such activities and the last time Wilson checked a certain angel's apartment was a bit spartan to contain such a delightful creature comfort.

Unless that had ... changed?

He was such a fickle creature. Changes to his home could happen at any moment.

If given the right motivation, that is.

Well, a lack of a nice warm fire in a fireplace might result in a particularly snuggly mortal.

Since Wilson tended to wander towards nearby sources of warmth when asleep and chilly.

Yes, Lucifer had noticed that.

Choices, choices. Perhaps if he allowed the fire to burn out and the apartment to get cool in the night...

That ... would probably get the desired results, on both fronts.

Poor Lucifer, such weighty matters to concern him tonight.

Weight of the world, weight of the world.

That already decided, Lucifer slowly wound down the song, standing to walk over to Wilson.

Now comfortably sprawled in the chair, Wilson roused as the soothing lull of the music was stopped and dark, guileless eyes opened slowly to look at Lucifer.

Much as they were in the mornings when Wilson stayed over, for that brief instant the mortal's expression was soft, completely without artifice and welcoming as it landed on Lucifer's face.

Wilson smiled.

"James." Lucifer extended a hand. "An early evening sounds good, wouldn't you say?"

Samael, came the mental caress, followed by a softly spoken agreement.

"An excellent suggestion."

Wilson set aside his empty wine glass and reached up to take Lucifer's hand, fingers curling warmly around his palm as the mortal stepped up close to the Lightbringer's warmth.

The corners of Lucifer's mouth turned up ever so slightly. "You do seem to need your rest," He said dryly, starting to lead him toward the door up to his apartment.

As they walked, Wilson very discreetly crowded up into the angel's personal space. A line of mortal warmth from the point of his shoulder, along ribcage, hip and thigh, the doctor's words might have been whispered in the Lightbringer's ear or perhaps just sent across the bond, they came so softly.

"I just finished a very nice, music accented rest. I find myself, not a bit sleepy at the moment."

Though inviting, there was a slow burn to the heat of the words, a languid sort of sensuality that spoke of a long, leisurely night.

"Well," Lucifer replied, only glancing back at him once, an answering fire in his eyes. "We shall just have to change that."

No olives there!

...

We hope.

Wheeee! Technically in class until 7, so might be a wee bit slow.

Lucifer preferred to remember a night in the snow. An anniversary that was fast approaching.

Lucifer made a mental note to plan something come the first snowfall of the year.

AWWWWW!

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The Dance Floor

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