OOM: A Date With the Devil (Literally)

[thesupersmeller]

He's pretty sure it's a really, really bad idea. No less, Burton Guster has put on his favorite purple silk shirt and black slacks, oiled his head with the perfect mixture of lavender and cocoa butter, and made it to the restaurant twenty minutes early.

Nervous (as always) and almost hoping that she'll stand him up, he takes a seat at a table in the back with a freshly lit candle and orders a bottle of Corvina with two glasses.

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[7twistedwishes]

Maybe it is a bad idea, in various levels, but it's done: he invited The Devil to his world. Let's just say she can make an entrance, specially in that dress she chose...

Asking for Gus, it's safe to assume she'll be guided to his table, drawing a lot of gazes on the way. "Hello, dear..."

[thesupersmeller]

And an entrance it is, even he's not sure how many eyes are on her and how many are on him wondering what she's doing at his table.

"You came," the uneasy smile returns, but his desire to be a gentleman tops. Rising to his feet, he ushers away the waiter and pulls back one of the plush, cushioned chairs.

[7twistedwishes]

"Of course I did." She lightly touches his arm, leaning closer to let Gus' nostrils fill with her enticing perfume. "We had a deal..."

Lucifer will sit down, approving of the treatment so far.

[thesupersmeller]

Oh, his super smeller doesn't need the proximity to catch the heady musk... but it's definitely appreciated.

"That we did..."

He swallows another slight lump in his throat, pushing in her chair gently before reaching around her from behind to pour a glass of wine (and he will deny sniffing her hair to the ends of the earth but... mmm). "I hope you don't mind red, Corvina 2001."

The light crimson wine almost curls in the wide glass with his slow pour. He's done this before.

[7twistedwishes]

"Hmm, I think it's just perfect for Italian dining." He scored some points there.

Of course her hair smells really nice...

The Devil picks up the glass, but waits for him to sit and pour for himself before offering a toast. "To an interesting night."

[thesupersmeller]

"Thank you," he settles into his seat quickly, shifting the slightest bit closer to her across the small table before pouring his glass.

"May it be interesting and entertaining." And not evil, though he's pretty sure that boat has sailed on pure principle.

[7twistedwishes]

He's having dinner with a demon wearing a human guise; a rather friendly demon, and apparently not a chaotic, purely destructive one, but then again...

Right, that boat is well over the horizon already.

"I'm sure it will be." She... well, did she also scoot closer? or just leaned closer? Anyway, she is close, still drawing looks of admiration (and jealousy), keeping all her attention focused on Gus.

[thesupersmeller]

Saying he's distracted is a bit of an understatement. The subtle pull and stretch of the dress when she moves toward him and the intoxicating stimuli are already having an effect on his senses.

He tucks his sling closer against his chest and takes a long sip of the light, fruity wine. "I took the liberty of ordering, I hope you don't mind."

It's a pushy move, but one he's used on nearly every dinner date he's had.

[7twistedwishes]

The Devil tastes the wine, musing something for a half minute... then smiling to Gus. "I going to tell you two secrets."

"First... this is not my Earth, so while I'm here, I'm not The Devil... just a fallen angel." Interesting?

[thesupersmeller]

A slow grin stretches his lips and he leans in just the slightest bit closer.

"You don't say... so, that means..."

It's an open question, he's not exactly sure what that means. Or what he wants that to mean.

(Okay, maybe what he wants that to mean.)

[7twistedwishes]

"Means I'm just your above-average demon, dear." Of course, to that there are implications, obviously, but Gus really expected to be told all the truth?

Now, change of subject. "Second, I like a man who can be daring and take charge."

...

Of course, both of those things might be lies.

[thesupersmeller]

Which scares him perhaps just as much as the fact that his last date was with a goddess... and only sort of a date. More of a date plus sort of successful confidence building exercise with someone he won't actually be dating.

Of course, he's a little too willing to believe that means she won't be twisting things against him.

"I see..." he takes another long sip; "Well, I can be pretty daring and take charge."

A little. Sometimes.

It's technically true.

[7twistedwishes]

Twisting things? Perish the thought.

Unless you mean toying with his mind. "So... you plan to order me around a bit, dare me, command me?" Like that.

Just like that.

[thesupersmeller]

He swallows hard, holding back the small sound of his throat closing at a very provocative and pretty damn kinky thought that he'll be pretending he didn't have.

"But I'm also kind and respectful," he raises an eyebrow; "I'd never tell a fine woman what she can and can't do."

[7twistedwishes]

"Oh, good, that is good... but..." Yes. "I'm Lucifer, my dear."

She's daring him.

Yes, she's daring him.

[thesupersmeller]

He shifts uneasily in his seat, as though trying to formulate some reasonable plan... of which he can't find a damn one.

Finally, he musters up his best suave voice and confidently says; "Come a little closer."

[7twistedwishes]

She does, obediently, sliding quietly over to Gus, leaning a bit more to him.

It's a game.

She's not telling him the rules.

[thesupersmeller]

And much like the disconcerting twist in his belly, he's feeling it.

When she's close, he leans in and cups her cheek - pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. For him, it's bold... quite possibly the most impulsive thing he's ever done without Shawn pushing him into it.

[7twistedwishes]

But it's a nice kill: Lucifer has soft, full lips, her breath scents softly of the wine she was drinking, her skin is warm under his touch. After a moment of light kissing, she actually seeks more, but in a submissive way.

She's testing (tempting).

She's offering (maybe).

Would Gus enjoy controlling a demon?

[thesupersmeller]

He wouldn't know where to start; like asking a ballerina to do the tango - he knows the concept, but the steps are confusing and new.

But he's a sucker for sweet, sweet temptation.

"Yes..." he murmurs against her lips without even knowing the question; his teeth finding the plump rise of her lower lip and nipping gently.

For a moment, he's certain he can feel her yield under his touch and his hand strokes back from her cheek to tease the softness of her neck.

[7twistedwishes]

But she does, just like a human woman would do if pleased with the kiss.

...

Maybe that is the trick? treat her just like he would any women, forget who, and what she is?

Oh look, a delighted shiver at the touch.

[thesupersmeller]

He's easy to wind up, working on reaction more than action... being easily led has always been his downfall.

Her body's warm under his touch, soft and pliant... and more than the wine or plate of oysters he can smell on the table despite not even hearing the waiter's approach - he wants more of that frightening feeling.

Eyes closed, focusing solely on the sensations, he dares to slide his fingers lower. Tracing subtly down the slope of her neck and then across her upper back and across once more until his palm rests flat on the warm, bare skin of her back where the fabric meets her flesh.

[7twistedwishes]

Well...

...

...it's a very human shiver of delight and purred, low vocalization of enjoyment (moan) she gives and makes with the attention.

Remember you're in public, Gus...

[thesupersmeller]

He breaks away with a soft, panting groan - reluctant and very clearly effected - he shifts back against his seat.

After another hard swallow of wine, he manages to look back at her, flushing hot and still feeling her lips against his and the small metal zipper he'd barely clasped between his fingers.

What was that about, Gus? Right there at the table?

"We, uh... we should..." he stammers, looking away again.

[7twistedwishes]

She is flushed as well, and a bit giddy. "Eat?"

"Find a private place? Forget the investigation of your dating skills and do something deliciously reckless?" Lucifer winks. "This is my first real date in a very long time, so don't mind if I'm a bit... eager."